Chapter 602

"I won't allow you to mention his name."

Taiyiro said loudly.

At this moment, he had violently pressed his long blade downward, intending to slash the curse in two.

But the curse stretched out two fingers and lightly pinched the long blade as Taiyiro swung it.

He smiled contemptuously.

"You're still too young to challenge me."

With that, he flicked his finger—a sharp crack—and the long blade snapped into two pieces.

Taiyiro was stunned; his long blade had been meticulously forged to be extremely sturdy.

Yet the opponent had merely flicked his finger to destroy it—his strength was terrifyingly formidable.

Luo En shouted.

"Be careful—don't clash with him directly."

With that, Luo En slipped behind the opponent, preparing to strike from the back.

While Taiyiro had been fighting the curse, Luo En had been observing secretly.

He had been studying the curse's attack patterns.

Though it had been only an instant, he knew that directly confronting the curse would be hopeless.

Taiyiro of course knew this, but the curse's attacks were swift and relentless, and his movements were brutally sharp.

Each strike disrupted Taiyiro's thoughts.

After just two or three exchanges, he was already at a disadvantage.

"Damn it, this guy is too powerful."

Taiyiro muttered to himself.

Previously, he had suspected the small wooden hut was the curse's true form, so he had devoted all his focus to it.

His entire plan was to destroy the wooden hut and consider it a success.

But he never imagined the curse's true form would appear before them—completely different from what they expected.

It wasn't the so-called wooden hut, but an ordinary-looking person.

Taiyiro clenched his fist tightly, feeling the extreme difficulty of this battle.

Defeating this curse was by no means easy.

The curse had already seen through Luo En's movement—he smiled faintly.

It was the very instant Luo En prepared to strike.

The curse's figure blurred—Luo En's punch missed the air, and he immediately felt a strong sense of danger.

He knew the curse would strike the moment he exposed an opening.

Luo En exerted all his strength, trying to twist his body around at the peak of his motion.

But actually executing it proved extremely difficult.

Luo En had concentrated all his strength into his waist and abdomen.

He swiftly twisted his body, aiming to evade the opponent's strike.

But he hadn't expected the opponent to refrain from attacking immediately.

Luo En's entire maneuver seemed unnecessary.

But Liu Wenhao knew that fighting this opponent was no simple matter.

Although the opponent hadn't attacked yet, as Luo En turned, he sensed the curse was already poised to strike.

That immense energy made his heart tremble.

He could clearly feel the curse's unleashed power far exceeded his imagination.

He never imagined the curse was this powerful.

A loud boom.

Luo En felt his arm go numb and sore.

At the same time, he felt his body had lost all control.

He plummeted like a kite with severed strings, crashing to the ground.

A searing pain surged through his entire body.

He could barely stand up.

That intense pain rendered him temporarily immobile.

"You two brats think your pitiful strength can fight me?"

The curse chuckled.

"You really are fearless newborn calves."

After a long while, Luo En regained control of his body.

He could sense his body's presence, but the searing pain made his head spin.

He struggled to rise, still clutching the broken blade.

That heavy blow had even shattered his sword.

Luo En wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Though he had encountered such a formidable opponent, he showed no panic.

He said, "You're truly the curse—you do possess immense power."

"But you think this alone can crush us? You're vastly underestimating us."

With that, he moved again, swiftly.

Luo En planned to concentrate all his power into a single point.

Only in this way could he unleash his strongest punch.

He had now gathered all his cursed energy into one place.

He knew this battle would be extremely difficult, so he could not leave behind any residual strength.

Taiyaro watched from within.

In that instant, he felt despair.

He knew he was nothing compared to the curse.

Even the Sword Saint had died at the hands of this curse.

But when he saw Luo En refuse to give up.

The fire in his heart burned once more.

What is a curse? Since he was born to slay curses.

Then facing the curse, he should naturally charge to the front line.

Taiyaro gripped his broken sword and forcibly held up his body.

Luo En's speed increased rapidly; he could feel the wind rushing past his ears.

At this moment, he calmed his mind completely.

Only in this state could he clearly sense the movements around him.

A fresh rhythm seemed to sound in his ears.

Luo En knew this was his chance.

He seized the moment and charged forward.

In that instant, a long streak of blue smoke remained on the ground.

Under the extreme force, even the earth beneath his feet sank deeply.

"Die."

Luo En roared.

All his cursed energy exploded in that instant, surging onto Luo En's broken sword.

Luo En felt an unparalleled power forming on his broken sword.

He had never imagined he could unleash such power.

At the same time, his rage continued to rise.

"This time, I will kill you."

Luo En shouted loudly.

The curse showed a flicker of surprise; he could feel the immense cursed energy Luo En had released.