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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 · 奇幻
分數不夠
131 Chs

The Fight

BAM!

She planted her foot on the ground. Her nose flared in anger and frustration, her eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

"My name is Valentine, and you are the one who dared to hurt my beautiful face!" she huffed and puffed until her face was bright red.

Isaac searched his memory for a time when he punched a girl in the face, 'I've punched so many people that I forgot who's who, wait, what about assholes?'

"Oooohhhh, wait, are you Ulises' daughter?"

"Heh, are you finally regretting what you did?" Valentine smugly asked as she shakily held a black fan on her right hand.

"Regret? Huh, never think of that before." Isaac's face twisted in confusion.

Seeing him struggle, Valentine felt a creeping sensation in her chest, "Come on, get on your knees and apologize. Maybe I'll ask Papa to spare you and take you off the hit list."