Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

As he heard the shocked gasps behind him, Mike subconsciously looked back. However, he found that he could not see past anything apart from the sea of humans in front of him.

What Mike could not see was the astonished face that was on Timus. Timus had clearly hit Arthas just now. However, the attack felt as though he had just hit a phantom. This was something that Timus had never expected.

Right as that happened, Arthas returned the attack with a sinister smile on his face. Then, he waved the giant scythe in his hand with all his might and slashed at Timus.

Timus’s eyes focused on his movements and he immediately reacted. He raised the Greatsword of Meredith in his hand and slashed at the giant black scythe from the bottom up.

At this moment, everyone held their breath and looked at the two fighters. However, something strange happened. When the Greatsword of Meredith and the black scythe almost came into contact, everyone prepared for the collision to cause a great shockwave. However, with great anticipation, the moment fell short as both the weapons seemed to have passed through each other.

The Greatsword of Meredith swung in the air once. Timus was slightly stunned as his mind went completely blank.

What just happened?

How did this happen?!

While Timus was still in a daze, the giant black scythe did not stop and locked on to Timus. Right as the blade of the giant black scythe was about to hit Timus, he recovered from the shock and tried his best to move his body to dodge the attack.

Due to the swift movements from the scythe, Timus had been completely unprepared for the attack. He relied on his battle experience and reflexes to dodge this attack, but he was still one step too slow.

The crowd once again cried out in surprise.

Timus’s body and head had already moved to the side as fast as possible, but the scythe still managed to get a hit on Timus’s shoulder.

The sound of the blade cutting through the skin that embedded in the bone could be clearly heard by the soldiers. Red blood immediately gushed out of the wound, dripping past his elbow.

Even if the pain was intense, Timus did not make a sound. He gritted his teeth and swung the Greatsword of Meredith in his hand again, sweeping it from right to left. His attack was extremely fierce. Timus did not hold back at all and used all of his strength.

Even the soldiers 100 meters away could feel how powerful his attacks were from afar.

However, an incredibly strange thing happened again. The Greatsword of Meredith once again passed through Arthas’s body without any hesitation. It was as if Arthas did not exist in this world!

Timus’s eyes widened in exasperation. He did not understand why this had happened. He had clearly hit Arthas, but all it did was pass through his opponent’s body. Moreover, his opponent’s hit managed to wound him!

Why was this?

This baffled Timus to no end, but Arthas did not intend to give any explanation. He immediately raised his hand and pulled the black scythe out of Timus’s shoulder.

This action caused a lot of blood to rush out from Timus’s body, and his arm dyed red from his blood immediately.

However, Timus did not have the extra energy and time to deal with this wound, because Arthas had already planned his next attack!

Arthas held on to the black book in his left hand and the scythe in his right. His scythe slashed horizontally at Timus with great force.

Timus did not hesitate with the attack this time and immediately leaped out of the way. The next second, the sharp blade of the scythe swept past Timus’s feet.

The surrounding soldiers turned extremely nervous when they saw this scene. They knew very well that if Timus lost, then none of them would survive.

After all, the other party was a God. It was near impossible to escape from the hands of a God in this world.

They could only pray silently. They desperately prayed that Timus could win this battle. Although they did not know who to pray to, they carried on with their prayers silently in their hearts.

The battle continued, and the situation slowly became one-sided. Timus could only dodge the large weapon in Arthas’s hands, but Arthas seemed to be very relaxed. He only laughed and mocked Timus from afar.

“Didn’t you say you wanted to kill a God? Why do you only know how to dodge and not attack?

“Imagine, a puny human actually wanted to go against a God. How ridiculous.

“Ragnaros should not have died at your hands. I thought he was amazing, but I didn’t expect him to be so weak.

“You yourself look very weak right now. Your face is getting paler and paler. Is it really okay if you don’t treat your wound right now? hehehe.”

Timus listened to Arthas’s harassments as he dodged the continuous attacks, all this well with frustration that kept building up.

As he dodged Arthas’s attacks, he waved the Greatsword of Meredith in his hand. He kept trying to see if he could hurt the other party. However, Arthas just stood there and sinisterly smiled at Timus effortlessly.

Once again, the Greatsword of Meredith passed through Arthas as though the God was just a phantom of his body. Witnessing this scene, Timus gritted his teeth. His eyes were filled with bouts of anger.

He had never felt so aggravated in his life!

Even though he knew that he was at a complete disadvantage when he fought with Mike, he only thought that Mike had completely crushed him in terms of combat skills. After all, with each attack, Timus could actually complete his own attack. Although at that time, each attack was blocked by the opponent and physically hurt his hands, it was still an attack nonetheless. Unlike now, no matter how many times Timus attacked, it was like cutting through the air.

The strange thing was, the opponent’s attack could actually cause damage to Timus. This kind of one-sided battle made Timus feel very helpless. He even felt that he was about to lose.

Subconsciously, Timus had jumped further away from Arthas as he wanted a chance to catch his breath. Fortunately, Arthas seemed to think that he had become victorious in this battle and did not pursue Timus.

Knowing this, Timus panted as he looked towards the soldiers. He saw the worried look on Gilroy’s face. He saw the dejected expressions of the soldiers, but he did not see his teacher.

‘I know that teacher’s strength can’t be displayed right now, but I still hope that I can get teacher’s help…’ Timus felt a little dejected knowing these facts. He even looked down on himself.

He knew that all the human soldiers were depending on him.

Moreover, he could not rely on anyone right now. He could only rely on himself and the weapon in his hand.

Wait… a weapon?

Timus suddenly widened his eyes.

He still had that secret weapon that he had not used!