Chapter 1112: One Sword, Instant Kill

Bang!

The trolls in the audience seats noticed that Korsaro had vanished.

The overwhelming majority of trolls still didn't understand what had happened; only a few senior Holy Warriors knew it was a display of speed taken to the extreme, so fast that even their gaze couldn't keep up, and they were instantly horrified.

In the arena, Zulazab widened his eyes and finally caught a flash of light in his peripheral vision.

Because it was too fast to see clearly, he only saw a vague silhouette within the light.

He reacted in an instant.

He turned and swung his axe!

Clang…

A booming blast, almost overlapping the sound of gongs, rang out—sharper than a gong, as if it could pierce metal and stone. Many trolls in the front rows felt their eardrums sting, instinctively covering their ears, and then saw a towering figure appear above the Chieftain's head, raising a great sword to strike down, clashing head‑on with the Chieftain's war axe, producing that terrifying sound.

Where the great sword and war axe met, Holy Light erupted, forming a massive arc of light that sliced the air; harnessing the momentum from the height, it seemed ready to cleave the Chieftain in two.

Ah…

Zulazab's body swelled, his entire strength bursting forth to counter Korsaro's Reverse Slash.

But it lasted only a fleeting instant.

Boom—.

All the trolls felt the ground tremble; the entire Gulaback Arena shuddered, and they watched in horror as the Chieftain was driven into the earth by that single sword.

A pit several meters wide opened beneath Zulazab's feet, half of his body sinking into the ground, yet he still held his war axe aloft in a defensive stance.

Both sides on the field were locked in a stalemate for a breath.

The trolls were stunned by the scene; it was clear that in the Chieftain's first clash with the Divine Chosen, the Divine Chosen held an absolute advantage.

But how could that be?

Zulazab himself could hardly believe it.

He had always taken pride in his own strength—naturally robust and powerful; in his youth he never met an opponent who could match him in raw force. After rising to Sunfire Warrior, he hadn't faced even a single foe of comparable strength, and he even dared to confront Loa head‑on.

Yet today that confidence was completely shattered.

His arms gripping the war axe went numb, his palms cracking; the terrifying force told him that Korsaro's power was at least ten times his own, perhaps even more!

He wasn't even a Sunfire Warrior…

The two trolls, one tall and one short, locked eyes, almost feeling each other's breath.

Zulazab saw the coldness on Korsaro's face; even in a battle that decided future and death, there was not a hint of emotional fluctuation.

The Korsaro of old would never have had such a champion's mindset.

Even though he is now a Divine Chosen, he remains mortal; Divine Technique can grant power, but it won't overhaul one's personality in a single day.

Who are you?

Zulazab asked, as if compelled by a strange impulse.

Korsaro's eyes flickered, revealing a hint of surprise; Zulazab keenly seized his opponent's momentary lapse, let out a roar, his golden armor shimmering with flowing light, his power surging instantly, and he lifted his war axe upward, flinging Korsaro into the air.

Korsaro, with no foothold in the air, was propelled by the massive counterforce, tumbling and momentarily losing his balance.

A huge hand appeared below, grabbing his foot.

Bang!

Zulazab seized Korsaro's ankle and slammed it into the ground; the hard rocky floor gave way, forming a humanoid crater, with shards of stone spraying.

But after a single strike, his hand emptied, and Korsaro vanished from the air again.

Instant teleport!

Korsaro appeared beside Zulazab, his great sword just swung out, but Zulazab had already anticipated the attack; the heavy Shattered Light War Axe swung in a wide arc, massive and forceful. This axe gathered all his skill and power; the Holy Light on the blade seemed tangible, razor‑sharp, as if it could even cleave light itself.

This war axe forged by a Sunfire Tribe craftsman was Legend Grade.

It weighed seven thousand pounds; not only could it amplify the killing power of Holy Light, but when swung it felt as light as nothing, granting a combat‑speed effect that left enemies unable to defend.

Even Korsaro was caught off guard.

Clang.

Korsaro's great sword shattered into several pieces, yet the momentum of the Shattered Light War Axe did not wane; it surged forward like a bamboo cutter, breaking through the manifested 'Holy Light Barrier', then slicing the sacred armor, and amid sparks, the axe blade cut into Korsaro's waist.

Hm?

Zulazab instantly sensed something was wrong.

The resistance from the axe was even greater than that of the armor; it stopped halfway, apparently blocked by a spine, as if it were cutting not flesh but a slab of Gulaman Eternal Gold. A full‑force strike that would decapitate any troll at the waist failed to even split Korsaro's half‑waist.

This is certainly not Divine Technique; this troll is not Korsaro!

Zulazab was certain in his heart.

Yet in that instant, he sensed a terrible danger, decisively leapt back, and a terrifying golden flame erupted in his sight.

Rumble!

A massive explosion roared across the city; in the trolls' eyes a blazing sun rose, the arena's temperature surged as if they were inside a furnace.

Immediately afterward, the blast's shockwave swept outward.

Even over two hundred meters away, the shockwave knocked the trolls in the stands about, many sustaining skin injuries and letting out cries of pain. Fortunately the wounds were minor; trolls possess a strong natural healing ability, and most of the Holy Warriors in the front rows were powerful, some having just mastered Healing Light, so there were no fatalities.

What Divine Technique is this?

The trolls were both frightened and curious, straining to keep their eyes wide open toward the arena.

In the center of the arena a huge crater was blown out, the ground charred; amid the lingering flames, a troll's silhouette hovered mid‑air, its twin wings gently fluttering.

It was Korsaro.

Chieftain Zulazab was blasted toward the arena's edge; he reacted in time, stepping half a stride ahead to avoid the blast, yet he was still seriously wounded.

His armor was torn in many places, a golden‑colored flame spreading over his entire body; the armor burned red‑hot, flesh exposed. If it weren't for the protection of Holy Light power, which he was desperately using to extinguish the flames, he would have been reduced to ash within a few breaths.

Strands of flame fell from Zulazab to the ground, scorching a series of pits.

"Sss…"

A few Holy Knights sitting not far from the chieftain inhaled a breath of cool air.

They could feel the temperature of the flame; they were only a little closer, drenched in sweat, their mouths dry.

However, Zu Lazabu ignored the burning pain, his eyes fixed on Ke Ersuo's wound on his waist. The armor cut open by a battle axe was healing, yet beneath the armor a massive wound pierced deep into the waist, and not a drop of blood flowed.

Not only was there no bleeding, the muscles in the wound writhed rapidly, healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the blink of an eye, Ke Ersuo's injury was restored to its original state.

His skin shimmered with a metallic sheen, his body seemed forged of gold, and it was the hardest Gularman Eternal Gold!

Zu Lazabu's eyes were filled with unparalleled astonishment.

He could not comprehend how Ke Ersuo did it. Such a resilient body, formidable defense and regeneration— even without Holy Light Power or Divine Technique, merely with his terrifying physique and strength, he had established an invincible position.

Not only Zu Lazabu, many sharp‑eyed trolls also saw it, but their power level was insufficient, so they thought it was the might of a Divine Technique.

Instantly, the Holy Knights went mad.

If I could obtain such a powerful Divine Technique in the future, how wonderful would that be?

Zu Lazabu's heart sank, and at that moment he saw Ke Ersuo look at him and say softly, "I admit, I previously underestimated your strength."

In other words, he had not given his all in the battle.

Zu Lazabu felt a chill in his heart.

Ke Ersuo discarded the half sword hilt in his hand, left his right hand empty, Holy Light Power coalesced in his palm, and a massive sword of purest radiance swiftly formed; within half a breath, he wielded a tangible Holy Light weapon.

Divine Technique—Dawn Sword!

It is a Divine Technique from Lord of Dawn Losenda, sharing its name with another of His artifacts, belonging exclusively to Him; it can strike from afar as a flying sword, or condense into a great sword for melee, dealing three times the damage to Abyss Demons and evil creatures.

The Dawn Sword bears some similarity to the Tim Kainan Demon Sword Technique, but their focuses differ.

The Blazing Sun Tribe's records contain no mention of this Divine Technique.

Zu Lazabu, Tu Su'er, and numerous priests and Holy Knights had never seen it, yet that did not prevent them from recognizing it as an extremely powerful Divine Technique.

The Dawn Sword ignited with Radiant Holy Fire, its lethality climbing another level.

At this moment.

Ke Ersuo hovered over the arena, his towering frame clad in sacred armor, massive golden wings sprouting from his back, wielding the dazzling Dawn Sword, flames blazing upon it like a deity descended.

A grand, overwhelming Holy Light aura spread across the entire arena, stunning the Blazing Sun Trolls and leaving them entranced.

Their eyes burned with zeal, their faith in An Se renewed, thinking this truly is the messenger of the god!

The Divine Chosen should be this powerful!

"Ke Ersuo!"

"Ke Ersuo…"

Some troll believers could not help but shout the Divine Chosen's name; soon other believers joined, the cries swelling like a tide, Ke Ersuo's voice echoing to the heavens.

Zu Lazabu's face was as still as water.

He knew well the temperament of his people, naturally admiring strength and valuing power; if he were to lose today, he would lose everything—prestige, status, authority, even life. Though he had not yet been defeated, Ke Ersuo merely displayed a power that could match his, and because of their worship of An Se, his people already showed signs of abandoning him and turning to Ke Ersuo.

Although they had only exchanged a few blows, he no longer felt confident he could defeat Ke Ersuo.

Because this troll is not Ke Ersuo!

Who is he, then?

Zu Lazabu's mind raced; the opponent was masquerading as Ke Ersuo to vie for the chieftain's seat, evidently to seize control of the Blazing Sun Tribe.

But why would An Se support him?

A terrifying thought flashed through Zu Lazabu's mind; he instantly dismissed the speculation, yet it rooted uncontrollably, growing like wild grass. If… what if the god were also a disguise of another deity?

But it seemed illogical; the god's response, the Divine Technique He bestowed upon him and his people, was genuine and matched exactly the techniques recorded by the tribe.

These Divine Techniques are unique applications of Holy Light Power that other deities cannot grant.

The god must truly have awakened.

Tu Su'er, as the Grand Priest of the temple, also confirmed that he and I have been secretly vying for power, but when it comes to matters concerning the tribe's future and survival, he would never conceal himself nor betray the Blazing Sun Tribe!

But what if…

Zu Lazabu couldn't stop pondering; what if the god had been usurped, and Tu Su'er and the many priests and Holy Knights hadn't noticed… He dared not think further—if that were true, the Blazing Sun Tribe would plunge into an irrecoverable Abyss!

"I must expose him," Zu Lazabu instantly made his decision.

Even if later it proves he was wrong, for the tribe, for himself, he must now let his people know that this Divine Chosen is not Ke Ersuo.

This is also his chance to turn the tide!

"You are not…"

Zu Lazabu opened his mouth to shout, but as soon as he spoke, Ke Ersuo vibrated his wings, transformed into light, and appeared before him in an instant.

A blazing golden greatsword descended straight down.

Zu Lazabu's words were forced to stop; he raised the Shattered Light Battle Axe to meet the foe, the blade carving a sharp arc upward toward Ke Ersuo, trying to push him back. Yet the swing struck empty—Ke Ersuo was merely feinting.

Zu Lazabu lunged forward violently, instantly springing dozens of steps.

The flaming sword blade skimmed just millimeters behind him, carving a trench dozens of meters long on the ground, nearly cutting into the audience.

"You…"

Zu Lazabu shouted again.

Ke Ersuo had already read his intent; a slash through empty air landed, flowing to the ground, his feet struck hard, releasing a Divine Shock with his foot.

Boom!

The entire arena trembled; surging Radiant Holy Fire erupted, instantly catching up to Zu Lazabu's back and engulfing him.

The Divine Shock originally stemmed from the Molten Gold Fire Demon's "Flame Shock", which erupts quickly, covers a wide area, can strike both up close and at range, dealing both physical and fiery damage—extremely useful. Zu Lazabu was blasted away, his body ignited again by Radiant Holy Light.

A Divine Shock was released, and Ke Ersuo also forcefully hurled the Dawn Sword from his hand.

The golden holy sword instantly expanded to over five meters long.

In his unlimited berserk state, Kelsarol's power had already reached the Level 20 limit; the Dawn Sword, bolstered by terrifying might, turned into a dazzling sword light a hundred meters long, stretching across the arena's midair.

To the giant spectators, this sword seemed as if it would cleave the arena in half.

The sword light flashed.

In an instant, the Dawn Sword struck Zulazhab in midair, piercing his body unhindered, passing through and vanishing into the horizon. The next second, the Dawn Sword reappeared in sight, flying back into Salsarol's hand.

Only then did Zulazhab collapse to the ground, split in half.

He died.

The Dawn Sword split Zulazhab down the middle; his splendid armor offered no protection, the cut was clean, his blood instantly vaporized by holy light, his corpse hit the ground and burst into flames, turning to ash in an instant.

The Gulabak Arena fell silent for a few seconds; many giants wore complex expressions, but soon the holy warriors erupted in a thunderous roar.

"Kelsarol!"

"Great Divine Chosen, greetings to the new chieftain!"

(End of chapter)