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Return Of The Strongest Player

WPC July 2023 Winner. When the Demons and Angels of the 99th floor detected a threat to their reign, they teamed up to topple the man who'd placed them in such a situation. The Lord of Sins, a walking calamity of the Heaven's Spire, had put pressure on the transcendents no mortal had ever done. However, before the Lord of Sins could revolt against their reign, the Demons and Angels decided to nip the threat in the bud. Manipulating his clanmates, using other clans, controlling fate... They used all powers available to them in an attempt to halt the advance of the Lord of Sins. Eventually, it worked, and the Lord of Sins fell from grace. But it wasn't a happy ending for the vicious transcendents. "I'll return one day, stronger than ever and as a force even you can't touch! I'll become the Lord of Sins again!" The man returned to the past with a goal in mind. Everything else was just an interference. "Return of The Strongest Player" is a gripping tale of a man's ascendance. His journey back to the pinnacle of strength, the adversities blocking his path, and the comrades he eventually acknowledged. ----------------------- Chapters will be released at 9:30 AM (PST) or 00:30 (GMT +8). The timings will vary during Daylight Savings Time in the western part of the globe. Especially, Canada and the United States of America. Drop a power stone if you liked what you read. Add it your collection to never miss an update. Your gift is my motivation! Enjoy!

AceAmbrosia · Fantaisie
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288 Chs

Tactics: Spelling One's Own Death

"Instead of relying solely on the power of Sword Spirit or mana, try implementing your entire body in attacks," Feyright suggested, easily dodging Arthur's mana-infused thrust of his sword before almost causing the man to lose balance. His golden sword shone like a duplicate of the Sun up above, emitting a blinding light.

His entire body was clad in golden armor, which seemed to cover his vital organs, preventing Arthur from finishing him off. Every strike to the armor was nullified, while strikes to other parts of Feyright's body didn't affect him in the slightest. The pain was but fleeting. 

"What do you mean?" Arthur asked, delivering a precise blow with just the right amount of force to Gabriel's lance, forcing him to withdraw immediately. Feyright clapped, praising the crimson-eyed man for his adaptation skills. Feyright and Arthur conversed casually while trying desperately to murder the other in cold blood.