Demons Beside You (The Demons Beside Me)

Just the strength shown by Azkamore.

Even if they were ten times more powerful, they still couldn't be his opponent.

This is simply an enemy that cannot be defeated.

When Azkamor heard Chen Zhao's words, he smiled instead of getting angry.

"Very well, human. You are the first person who dares to be so arrogant in front of me. I will give you the opportunity to challenge me."

"It's too shameful to call it a challenge. You are so powerful and have an indestructible weapon. You know that this challenge is meaningless to me. Where is the pride of being a devil? Is this your pride?"

Azkamor laughed: "Since you said so, I will lend you this sword, as long as you can hold it."

Azkamor released the hilt of his sword very arrogantly, and the sword blade penetrated directly into the ground.

The moment the sword edge penetrated the ground, a pattern appeared on the surrounding ground.

Malone recognized this pattern. It was a emblem of power, a magic formation that was suppressed by the caster's own power.

If there is no power beyond the caster, then there is no way to break the Crest of Power, let alone lift the sword.

This kind of magic has appeared many times in history.

One of the most famous examples is King Arthur and the Sword in the Stone.

No one can pull the sword out of the stone except King Arthur.

Of course, that is magic specially designed for King Arthur.

It's like a backdoor in a computer program.

"Please, as long as you can pick up this sword, it's okay to give it to you." Azkamore stepped back generously.

Azkamor's eyes flashed with evil light.

"Be careful, I'll go up and give it a try first," Malone said.

"Okay." Chen Zhao nodded.

Ma Long reached up and grabbed the hilt of the sword, then pulled with all his strength.

But there was no movement from Jianfeng.

Immediately afterwards, Malone felt that his power was being absorbed by the sword.

"Damn it! This is a wrestling emblem!" Malone lay limply on the ground: "Don't touch this sword!"

"Why?"

"This guy has applied a wrestling crest. If your strength cannot pull out this sword, then your power will be absorbed by this sword and become a stronger crest. It has absorbed all my power."

"That's it." Chen Zhao strolled up to the black sword as if he didn't hear Ma Long's warning.

"You idiot!" Malone yelled.

But Chen Zhao still reached out to hold the hilt of the sword.

Qiang——

Ma Long's eyes were about to pop out. He stared at Chen Zhao in astonishment.

The black sword was pulled out by Chen Zhao?

And it doesn't seem to be any hard work.

Just be pulled out like that?

Azkamor also had a face full of disbelief.

How can this be?

But Chen Zhao took advantage of Azkamore's shock and suddenly jumped in front of him, raised his black sword and struck at Azkamore.

Azkamor had no time to dodge, and his left arm and shoulder were chopped off directly.

"Damn it, you despicable human being!"

Azkamor ran away in embarrassment.

But Chen Zhao was chasing after him closely.

Malone's face was filled with disbelief.

Azkamor suddenly stopped and turned around.

At this time, Chen Zhao had already raised his sword to slash at Azkamore's head.

But Jianfeng stopped at this moment.

A huge force was confronting Chen Zhao's own strength.

"Human, this is part of my power. Do you think you can kill me with my power?" Azkamore said proudly.

Chen Zhao looked at Azkamore's severed arm: "I think it's okay."

"That was just a sneak attack by you. If it happens again, your tricks will be meaningless." Azkamor said harshly.

Of course, he was indeed flustered just now.

If it weren't for that moment of confusion, the black sword held by Chen Zhao would not be able to harm Azkamore.

Azkamor's severed arm recovered and grew back in the blink of an eye.

"Come back!" Azkamore shouted.

Chen Zhao felt that the black sword in his hand was struggling crazily, as if it was about to get out of Chen Zhao's hand.

"Come back!" Azkamore's voice rose.

Black Sword's struggle became more intense.

"Come back!!"

Chen Zhao held the black sword tightly.

Ma Long looked at Chen Zhao nervously: "Hold on, we can't let the black sword return to his hands."

Of course Chen Zhao would not let go.

But Black Sword's struggle became more and more intense, and his resistance became stronger and stronger.

Chen Zhao suddenly grasped the edge of the black sword.

Malone and Azkamore both stared at Chen Zhao's crazy behavior with wide eyes.

Click——

The black sword was broken in half in Chen Zhao's hand.

Chen Zhao grinned: "Since I can't get it, I'll just destroy it."

Alarm bells rang in Azkamore's heart.

"You despicable guy, you obviously have great power, but you actually deceived me. Do you have any dignity and honor as a strong man?"

"Killing you is my greatest honor." Chen Zhao looked at Azkamore with a smile.

The broken sword is still in Chen Zhao's hand, and Chen Zhao is increasing his strength.

He was crushing the broken sword into pieces.

Ma Long's face was full of shock. How much force does it take to crush a magic sword?

This is almost impossible, right?

Even Azkamore was frightened.

You know, he is a subordinate of the King of Power.

But he was actually frightened by the power of a human being.

Chen Zhao casually threw away the remaining part of the black sword.

Azkamor's breathing became rapid.

"Do you think you have won?"

"Well, I think so." Chen Zhao replied frankly: "I can't find a reason why I didn't win."

"I am a subordinate of the King of Power, and using a sword is not my specialty."

Azkamore's body began to grow larger and larger.

His muscles, his posture, and his body were all getting bigger.

Chen Zhao looked at Azkamore who was transforming.

"Your transformation is too slow. If you are attacked at this time, will the transformation process be interrupted?" Chen Zhao looked at Azka Moore with a smile.

Ma Long looked at Chen Zhao, this guy was really shameless and had no bottom line.

But I have to say that Chen Zhao's words moved Ma Long's heart.

It's just that Malone can't do anything now. All his strength has been absorbed by the wrestling emblem. Now he can only lie on the ground and watch the show, but can't do anything else.

But Chen Zhao had no intention of taking action. He just stood in front of Azkamore and allowed him to transform.

Finally, Azkamore completed his transformation. He was like a muscular giant, exuding unparalleled terrifying power from all over his body.

"Human, you didn't stop my transformation. This will be the biggest mistake in your life." Azkamore's body shape has changed from two meters to six meters, especially his arms are thicker Like a battering ram.

Chen Zhao silently raised his head and looked at Azkamore.

"Unfortunately...I'm also good at the strength system."