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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 Hunt III

"I–it's wounded! The Hawk has been wounded!"

"I can't believe it. The Beast that even Garuda could not harm… by a pair that hasn't even reached the level limit. Who the hell are they!?"

The Hawk's fire seemed to have no effect upon the two young'uns. The Warriors whose heart had sunk now looked on with a new sense of hope. Maybe… just maybe if someone like them could hurt the Hawk, they too could do it.

"I don't know who those two are but this is our chance! Don't give up! If he can keep it busy we'll have another chance!"

Among the beaten men on the ground, there was a man who could see the glimmer of hope. He was without any shirt and showed everyone his scarred chest. Draped over his shoulders was the hide of a white furred Wolf.

He looked as feral as could be. His hair reaching to his tailbone and his canines peeking out of his mouth. His eyes full of feral rage that complemented his regal aura.