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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 · Fantasie
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131 Chs

Wings IV

It was a perfect swing, there was no motion that could have shown an opening. Isaac had done a perfect sneak attack with the strongest weapon in his arsenal and it stopped as it touched Onyx's neck.

"An unawakened Magical Weapon? Are you looking down on me? I thought you were a warrior with a mind. But you are just another fool, thinking so highly of himself." Onyx did not care to move Durandal from his neck.

The thick mane covering his vitals. He placed his hand on Isaac's chest, "Down, boy."

BAM!

A single punch sent Isaac flying backwards, crashing into the ground, smashing and bouncing like a doll.

Kuhak!

Liters of blood poured from Isaac's mouth, his body already wrenching from the pain of a single punch.

On the ground he writhed in pain.

Onyx, leaving behind his axe, walked with even stride past Isaac to the Spires.

It hurts! It hurt so much he could barely breathe.