Worldly Overlord

Derek's mouth was wide open, he couldn't believe that Devon could still be on his feet after that attack. Those three techniques were some of the best self-created techniques he had.

The same lesson the dominator taught Devon was the same one he taught Derek. The best way to improve one's battle skill was to create a battle style and technique suitable for his or herself and continue developing it further.

Using other techniques was the same as following in their footstep. So, why not defy the odds and define one's own destiny.

As easy as it might sound, creating techniques was extremely hard. In the whole underground world, powerhouses who were capable of such perception are not up to twenty.

If words get out that a youngster was able to create several high techniques. Different families and organizations would come looking for that youth. It was even highly possible that the three big would make a move.

One could imagine how severe the situation was that could make any of the big three make a move.

"Healing of the Devil," Devon stated, with a grin on his face. He had also used a self-created technique.

Devon spent weeks creating this technique, he studied different healing techniques from the library in the auction, and with some insight, he finally managed to create a healing technique of his own.

The technique was still at its early stage and there were still a lot of improvements that could be made. But with Devon's limited knowledge, the technique could only do little things.

Devon was certain that the day he perfects that technique even if his body, heart, and soul get destroyed, as long as there was a drop of his blood left he could resurrect.

A self-created technique could be improved to great length as long as the creator had a high perception.

Devon seemed to have returned to his original state, the bleeding on his body had stopped and even his tattered cloth which was also dyed in blood had become spotless.

Just at the beginning stage of that technique, it was capable of recovering one's body to such an extent.

Derek had to admit that this person in front of him was terrifying.

He then remembered the time he asked the dominator about who had more potential between him and the new kid that had just arrived. The dominator laughed at his question and told him never to compare himself with that kid

As they were a world apart. The dominator said that during the early stage they might have seemed to have some potential, but later the gap would stretch so far.

Derek thought the dominator was just exaggerating, and besides, he was confident in his strength. And they were always room for improvement.

It was until now did he realize that this person was indeed very dangerous and had potential that was way above him.

"Let me show you how it's done," Devon said, tightening his grin on his black sword.

WHEEWWWW........

Devon raised his left hand, "Sword descendants." he said in a deep voice. Those words of his seemed to be capable of stopping time for a while.

Thousands of swords, similar to the one on Devon's right hand, filled the sky, and with another word from Devon, they attacked Derek from different corners at a very shocking speed.

Derek managed to struggle out of the time freeze that had just occurred, even if it was just for a brief moment he felt it.

"Everlasting shield." Derek roared in the nick of time. And a black shield which was formed out of his cosmic energy appeared, blocking several parts of his body against the incoming attack.

Devon looked at the scene with interest. He wanted to see if Derek's defense could withstand his attack.

*BOOM*

A loud eruption of swords hitting against a shield reverberated in the surrounding. One after the other, the swords began hacking upon the black shields. Several cracks were beginning to form on the shields

And when it seemed like the shields would shatter, the swords ambushed ended. Derek, who had a bead of sweat on his forehead, heaved a sigh of relief.

Devon sneered, he raised his left hand again and countless black swords filled the sky once again. Just like their predecessors, the black swords launched themselves at Derek.

This time around, the swords completely shattered the shield around Derek's body. Derek began to use his spear to defend himself from the attack. However, some were still able to slash him at some part of his body.

Derek began pouring cosmic energy in his spear, he entirely ignored the swords that were hacking into his flesh. And very soon his spear began hovering in the air.

As if the spear had a mind of its own, it split itself into the same number of words that were attacking his master and launched at them.

It was now a battle between spears and swords.

The black sword in Devon's right hand shook as if telling its master to release him. Seeing his master didn't intend to let go of him, it stops vibrating and remained silent.

Derek glared at Devon as his spear returned to his hand.

Seeing the spear had returned to Derek, Devon disappeared, the next place he appeared was in front of Derek. He slashed his sword at Derek, who failed to react quickly. The attack sent him crashing against the force field.

The attack created a deep cut in Derek's chest, and blood began oozing out from his body to the ground. While his cloth was soaked in blood.

Devon still wasn't done, he appeared from the back and made another attack. However, Derek managed to welcome the attack with one of his.

The two weapons clashed upon one another.

"The same trick won't work again," Derek said.

Devon launched a punch at Derek's face with his left hand even as their sword was grinding toward one another.

Derek went ten steps backward from the punch, he still didn't let go of his grip on his spear. Not knowing that he had created had opened for Devon.

Devon appeared before him and slashed his sword at Derek's right hand, which was holding the spear. Derek wailed from the pain of his hand being cut off.

His right hand fell straight to the ground and if earlier the blood dripping out of Derek's body was like a pool of blood, now it had turned into a river of blood.

Devon created a barrier around him, which prevented the blood from staining him.

He grabbed Derek by the neck and lifted him. "It's been so long." Devon licked his lips.

Devon had a delightful look on his face as an abundant life force began flowing through his body. He could feel his bones been strengthened and refined, while the cosmic energy which had remained in a stagnant state for a while began flowing steadily across his body.

The cosmic energy was like a kid who had been giving its favorite ice cream.

While Derek's face had become pale, even the vitality he had before was no longer there. He seemed to have been reduced to a half corpse.

Devon threw him away as he felt he had absorbed enough. The only reason why Devon spared him was because he didn't disappoint him.

Just about when he was about to leave the stage, Teresa shouted. "Impossible!"