Swiftly dodging the sword that stabbed him head-on, Rhaeggar's iron fist struck away the opponent who tried to intercept him with the power of thunder, and then, before the two scimitars in the rear fell, the geist's body suddenly and incredibly backwards, crashing into the opponent's arms like lightning, and the sternum of the two sneak attackers was shattered with two fierce elbow strikes at the same time.

It was the second day after Rhaegar had left the group, and just as he thought he had gotten rid of those who were pursuing the expedition, a group of well-trained, fierce enemies appeared around him without warning.

These people were clearly well prepared, they appeared very close to Rhaegar, and as soon as they appeared, they recklessly approached their opponents, and in front of the tide of opponents, Rhaegar, who had little time to prepare for large magic, could only try to cast some less powerful spells, and then engage in hand-to-hand combat with enemies that were approaching him.

Apparently, Rhaegar had taken his opponents by surprise, and in their original plan, the lone and unprepared mage would be left to the mercy of many warriors after being approached by a large number of warriors, and they would soon be able to take out the terrible enemy, but the ensuing battle had frustrated their plans.

Unfazed by an enemy dozens of times his size, Rhaegar easily single-handedly snapped the neck of the first warrior to attack him – whose hammer was halfway up – and then kicked a flanked opponent in the abdomen, sending his body flying backwards, knocking down two of his companions who had no time to dodge, and then rushing into the crowd to unleash a merciless slaughter on his opponents.

Despite spending the past year focusing on his magic, Rhaegar has not relaxed his physical training, unbeknownst to him, he spends at least an hour a day sorting out and honing his memories of hand-to-hand combat, a skill that has been honed over countless years by the God of Judgment allows him to compete with anyone in martial arts.

But this was not Rhaegar's greatest reliance, as the regained memories after merging with the soul fragments allowed him to know what the thing that had been shot out of Old York's arms and had freed and transformed his body at a critical moment, and in fact, the treasure that had been sought by the Hand of Death was a drop of Rhaeggar's blood as the God of Judgment.

Even Rhaegar didn't know when the blood came out of his body, but apparently, Rhaeggar's soul fluctuations when he cast the Judgment Fire made it recognize its master, and after feeling the crisis of its master, this blood took the initiative to break through the shackles set by Old York and return to what it thought was its master. Even though it was just a drop, the power contained in the blood of the god was enough to turn Rhaegar's body upside down: his strength became greater, his speed became faster, his movements became more agile, and more importantly, his body became harder than steel.

Rhaegar's body was like a breeze through the blades of the forest, and most of the attacks were dodged by him with this magical footwork, and the occasional weapon that hit him could not cause the slightest damage to his god-blooded body, and every one of his attacks, whether it was a seemingly easy punch or a seemingly random kick, would cause a single enemy casualty, and in a few minutes of fighting, twenty of the most elite warriors fell under the mage's fists and feet.

A brawny man with a double-edged axe roared and charged at Rhaeggar, its glittering blade slicing through the air and slashing down at him, while on either flank, an opponent armed with a spear and a mace had blocked the gap where he had dodged, and behind him, a heavy warhammer awaited his retreat.

This was the most tacit understanding and the most powerful attack that Rhaegar had encountered since the beginning of the war, both in terms of the skill of coordination and the mastery of skill and strength, far surpassing those opponents who had just been defeated, and Rhaegar had no doubt that the combination of these four warriors could definitely defeat five times as many enemies as easily.

But to defeat Rhaeggar, this is clearly not enough. The geist sped forward, the hammer behind him missing, and at the same time, he shook his body briskly, so that the mace and spear that came from both sides missed him by a fraction of a second, and the double-edged battle axe was less than a centimeter above his head, but it could never fall again—Rhaegar's left hand was firmly gripping the long handle of the battle axe.

The brawny man immediately realized his danger and yelled, desperately trying to reclaim his weapon, an action that ultimately led to his defeat: Rhaegar did not fight him for ownership of the tomahawk, and as he struggled to pull back, the geist let go of his hand and kicked his opponent in the abdomen with his right foot as he was too hard to show a flaw.

All of this happened in less than a second, and when the master of the tomahawk dropped his blade and flew backwards, his three companions hadn't even retracted their weapons, yet they had never had a chance to do so again.

Rhaegar suddenly disappeared from the eyes of his three opponents, and the next moment, he appeared in front of the man with the spear on his left, shattered his throat bone with a light punch, and threw his other hand more than his spear, throwing his head behind him, pinning the mace-wielding warrior to the ground, and then, holding the body of his dead opponent aloft, throwing it at the last enemy wielding a war hammer, knocking him to the ground, and then killing him before he could get up from the ground.

This series of blows brought a huge shock to the remaining people, the four dead warriors were the most powerful of them, and before they took refuge in their masters, those four men had killed countless enemies with their superior combat skills and excellent cooperation, and now, in the blink of an eye, they had lost their lives in the melee combat of the same mage.

While everyone was shocked by his terrifying combat power, Rhaegar did not take the opportunity to destroy these opponents, he quickly passed through the encirclement torn by himself, and shot like an arrow into the dense forest next to him. At the same time that the detection magic of those opponents who had evaded him appeared around him, Rhaegar already knew that a spellcaster even more terrible than the mage he had just killed was hiding in the shadows—only a mage could hide from another mage's detection—and the battle with these warriors was only a means for the opponent to paralyze and consume himself, and while he was busy fighting, he was quietly waiting for the opportunity to deliver the killing blow.

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