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Avalon Hell Mode of the Universe

A world where overpowered people gather: Maxed Swordsmanship, Teleportation Ability, an Army consisting of ten thousand undead, Own Dimension, Summoning Monsters and even Meteors — Skills seen as Godly on the outside are nothing but a mere skill here. === [The Young Scholar], [Eyes of the Past and Present], [Greatest Pugilist], [Strongest Weapon Master], [Axe of the Weak], [Executioner of Gods], [Slayer of Myths]: to say the least, Isaac Apollyon had many Monikers. But before all of that name, he was more simply known as — the Strongest. But being too strong meant there was no longer a challenge. So, he left the world behind and stepped into a place called Avalon, a place where the battle hungry fight, and the curious journeys! A world the infinite of cosmos gathers, where the existence of God Slaying Weapons are treated no better than a wood cutter’s axe. [Welcome to Avalon, where the strongest gather.] [This is the Hell Mode of your lives] Laughing, Isaac smiled, "Finally, a new challenge." Witness as the strongest once again take the crown! === A Novel with every conceivable power system meet at a single place. A world where everyone is strong, where power rules, and where the MC kills! You like it? Vote and leave a Review!

Jad_Eres · Fantasy
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131 Chs

Appraisal IV

"Alright, now that we are at the center of it all, I will begin to explain the rules of the Second Stage." Red Spark cleared her throat, "As I said before, all you have to do is to remain conscious. But that will not be all… wait, I forgot to do something."

Red Spark lifted her right hand and a gust of scorching wind swept those nearby. The wind carried everyone to the edge of the Fire Sphere. To where a wall of Dragon Fire was waiting.

"Shit!"

"What in the–"

"AAH~"

Isaac and everyone in the near the middle of the Fire Dome was suddenly sent flying back from a gust of scorching wind. They were blown backwards with tremendous force.

"Oh no!" Isaac felt the tremendous heat of the Fire Wall approaching quickly and stabbed Durandal on the invisible ground.

Ting!

The sound of the invisible foothold