My Otherworldly Shura Field

Chapter 51 Overwhelming Strength

Lucifer, wielding the purple blade, clashed fiercely with Gorba head-on. Sharp wolf claws grazed the blade, sparks flying.

The two were evenly matched in their battle, but it was obvious to anyone with a discerning eye that Gorba was constantly on the defensive, being relentlessly suppressed by Lucifer and finding it difficult to launch an attack. Faced with Lucifer's incredibly sharp and continuous attacks, Gorba could only choose to defend.

Taking advantage of this momentum, Lucifer pressed forward relentlessly, each strike swift, accurate, and ruthless.

With a slight step, his body moved like a bolt of lightning, instantly appearing beside Gorba, and wielding his deadly sword.

"call out!"

A flash of purple light appeared, and a bloody gash appeared on Gorba's shoulder. This time, it was not just a simple piercing of the skin; the wound was deep and directly damaged the tendons and bones.

However, Lucifer was not arrogant because of this. He could not relax his guard in the slightest before the enemy fell. This was something Chris had taught him, and he had also learned a lot from past battles. A moment of carelessness could bring him death.

If he weren't a vampire with incredibly strong healing abilities, he would have been dead long ago. He has learned a profound lesson and will never let his guard down until his enemy is dead.

The longsword was swung out again, its light surging and its momentum sharp, causing Gorba's whole body to tense up, his muscles trembling and instantly clenching. He had no time to worry about the injury on his shoulder, and his sharp wolf claws lashed out.

However, when the wolf claws collided with the sword blade, Gorba was dumbfounded. His proud, sharp claws were neatly severed by Lucifer's longsword. If he hadn't stopped quickly, it would have been his arm that was cut off.

As he looked at Lucifer, he was met with a simple and unadorned sword light. Gorba's pupils shrank, and he retreated rapidly.

After several intense clashes, he had a clear understanding of the gap between them. Obviously, his combat power was inferior to Lucifer's. He showed obvious shortcomings in both movement speed and combat skills.

He had previously been confident that Lucifer wasn't even worthy of his attention, but after the battle, he realized how ignorant he was. Ignorance breeds fearlessness, and this made his face turn ashen and burn with embarrassment. Lucifer had slapped him hard with his strength and even trimmed his nails.

He simply couldn't understand it. There was a three-level difference between them, yet Lucifer's combat power was stronger than his. His worldview was refreshed. It wasn't true that a higher level could ignore a lower level. Lucifer had demonstrated this point very well.

Gorba quickly increased the distance between himself and Lucifer. A direct confrontation would not benefit him. If he continued to be suppressed like this, his power would be exhausted sooner or later, and he would die a violent death.

The surrounding Wolf Fang tribesmen were stunned, staring at the young man as if they had seen a ghost, their eyes almost popping out of their sockets. What had they seen today?

A person who can fight opponents of a higher level.

Level 14 slaughtered opponents of the same level as easily as mowing grass.

A level 14 character easily withstood the combined attack of three level 15 characters and even managed to kill them!

Still at level 14, he killed two of the leader's powerful subordinates who were level 16!

Is this guy even human?

He's not human, he's a monster, a freak, you wouldn't be wrong to call him a monster.

On the contrary, the faces of the Spirit Cat Clan members were particularly interesting, their joy was evident, they were in high spirits, and they could hardly hide their excitement.

This is their new Cat King, the one brought back by the Cat Queen. Killing enemies far above his level is commonplace for him, and enemies are like weeds to be harvested at will.

So what if you're a high-level player? You'll still get suppressed and beaten without any chance to fight back.

My king is mighty! My king is domineering!

"Wow! Sister, Brother Lucifer is so strong! Even a level 17 person is no match for him!" Emily covered her cherry-like mouth with her white hand, her two big, jewel-like eyes sparkling with admiration.

"Of course! Don't you know who your sister is? Do you think my judgment is bad?" For some reason, Laestia suddenly felt a sense of pride, puffed out her chest, and spoke with great confidence.

"Your judgment is indeed excellent." The old patriarch glanced at Laestia with a strange look in his eyes, as if to say, "You brat, you talk about sacrificing yourself for the future of the tribe, making it sound so righteous, but it turns out you've just fallen for someone."

Although it was just an old man's guess, if it were true, he would be relieved and wouldn't feel so guilty. At least, Laestia wasn't completely against becoming the Cat Queen, which made him feel a little better.

Seemingly sensing her grandfather's gaze, Restia's eyes darted around nervously, as if she was afraid to meet his gaze and quickly turned her attention to the battle below.

"This guy, it takes him this long to deal with a level 17 person, how boring." Somewhere on the cliff, Chris looked somewhat resentful. Her beautiful figure stood against the wind, her long hair flowing, looking ethereal. The surrounding environment paled in comparison to her radiant beauty, pure and otherworldly.

She knew Lucifer better than anyone else. She knew his identity, strength, and skills perfectly. She knew everything except that Lucifer was a soul transmigrator. To this day, she still believed that Lucifer's soul was a collection of the consciousnesses left behind by the myriad races she had hunted. Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain why Lucifer possessed all kinds of knowledge from the moment he was born.

At this moment, watching Lucifer fight them made her feel very bored. Not to mention that Lucifer's combat power was stronger than any of them, if he used his skills, even a hundred of Gorba would be dead.

As for her, she was even more disdainful. Even if the Wolf King came, he wouldn't be worthy of carrying her shoes. She had high standards and was used to being high and mighty, so she naturally had her own arrogance. She didn't even want to look at these little minions.

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