"Boom ——!"

Two huge iron fists slammed into the air, and the aftermath alone swept the entire room except for the few chairs on which everyone was sitting and the heavy long table.

The two of them are almost at a speed that no one can see, and they are fighting an offensive and defensive battle beyond the human race, or beyond the scope of life.

Liu Xinming was already able to completely manipulate this body at this time, and the vision brought by the unique demon king's bloodline made him look at Karn's extremely fast attack as if he were a child's play. The heavy punch that was enough to shatter the iron was as painless as a pebble on the completely demonized body.

In this way, the two of them were completely unable to distinguish between the superior and inferior, Karn had no way to hurt the Demon King, and Liu Xinming, who manipulated the Demon King's body, was a coder who was originally powerless, and naturally there was no way to take the initiative to attack a powerful warrior who had been battled for hundreds of years and had been honed on the battlefield for hundreds of years.

"Hahaha! Is this the thrill of life and death on the verge of death!? The jab was dodged by the Demon King, and Karn's shoulder was hit hard, and his whole body slanted, as if even the demigod could not bear such damage completely and quietly.

"Uh——!" On the other hand, the Demon King who struck the blow had no combat experience, and his entire abdomen was exposed, and Karn's right leg wearing iron armor directly kicked his slightly fragile abdomen, and the whole person took a step backwards.

Lose both!

"Excellent! It's good fighting! Karn stopped charging again and began to walk towards his seat, or rather, the place where he had been seated.

The Demon King put his hands in front of him, imitating a certain martial artist he had ever seen, although he didn't know martial arts, and Karn's so-called good battle just now was just an illusion that he had felt the crisis and forcibly overdrawn his mental power again with his overly powerful physical fitness and Demon King's body.

As for the so-called moves, they are just Wang Baquan, who has been fighting since childhood, and a little bit of military body boxing that he learned before going to work, but because of his speed, it seems to be a little powerful.

At this time, the conference room can no longer be called a conference room at all, the tables, chairs and benches have all been destroyed by the wind brought by the two of them striking each other, and the gorgeous long table has experienced the years of suffering, but it has not escaped this catastrophe and has been broken into two sections.

The dwarf and Sandra changed the fierce style of the blood god and shrank behind the heavily armored Akon, and even though he was wearing the Divine Blessing Iron Armor, Akon's body had been cut many times by the scattered iron and various gem fragments, and the lilac blood was gurgling out.

As for Verznan, he directly released a high ring [Barrier Technique] to protect everyone in the field except for the three legion commanders who were not dealing with him, including Saruman, who was overdrawing his mana to make a projection.

At this time, a trace of cracks had appeared on the light blue protective cover, although it was small, but it was obvious that it could not last long.

The two ceased fighting, and almost everyone in the room breathed a sigh of relief.

Karn walked over to his camp, staring at Arcon, his beloved son and the greatest mistake of his life.

"Let's go, let's go back!"

"Father, boss, your victory?" The child is the one who knows his parents best, and Arkon knows very well that Karn is a man desperate for victory, how could he accept such a draw so easily this time that even he himself can't understand?

As if thoughtful, Karn was stunned for a few seconds, then took off his helmet and handed it to Akon first, walking directly to the transfer microcrystals that Saruman was responsible for imaging.

So, in the excitement and excitement, the crowd once again looked directly at the demigod Karn, and countless people cried or roared wildly, as if they had encountered the end of the world, and the few who insisted on it, and the spiritual power was slightly stronger, just watched, wondering about his purpose.

"I declare my battle against Max, the new Warlord Savior—"

Are you here to declare yourself victorious? People were puzzled, but they were also full of anticipation, this battle was beyond the scope of human comprehension, and the two of them stood there intact, if they didn't say it, they really didn't know how to win or lose.

Or, in other words, regardless of the victory, among the citizens who had mostly been privateers and robbers, the newly formed City of Redemption had become a terrifying place on the equivalent of the Brass Throne, after all, it was on par with Karn, who killed all horsemen in a fit of rage, and this young-looking Max was also their new spokesman for death.

"-I've lost, let's cheer for Max!"

"Ah, sure enough, a lord so young, even if he can defend, is strong enough, how can he win-"

An old-school bandit squatted on the ground smoking a cigar and discussed the terrible contest with his men half-truth-only, half-nonsense.

However, the conversation could not go on.

"Wait—wait??" The cigar he had just taken a few puffs fell directly to the ground, but the old man didn't even have time to feel distressed.

"Jock?" He shook a tall subordinate beside him, "Did you hear anything?" Did Karn say that he- lost?! ”

The man known as Jock didn't talk, his mouth wide open enough to put down a watermelon, and he just nodded his head in a flurry manner.

"I-go ——!!!!" With the old man's almost broken scream, the whole neighborhood boiled, and so did the whole city.

Karn, who had never been defeated in his life, and who stood in the middle of a pile of tens of thousands of dead people and laughed, actually lost to the young and handsome "little white-faced" war lord.

The video signal is cut off, and it seems that Saruman's mana has finally been completely drained, but a rumor about Max, the "Demon King", has begun to spread throughout the city, and will eventually become a "secret" known to everyone in the entire wasteland.

Putting on his helmet and taking his battle axe from Akon's hand, Karn walked up to the Demon King, who was beginning to feel his collapse, placed the handle of the axe on his chest, and saluted him.

"Sakarati, Libatila (may you live a long life, honorable warrior)"

The old Alfaris saying, from the dynasty that Karn had served and betrayed, was what the emperor he once admired said to him when he was rewarded, and he didn't expect to say it like someone else.

Without saying anything, Karn took the three Legion Commanders with him and walked straight out of the hall, which had been in shambles and almost destroyed, leaving only Verznan and all the others who were already stunned as they were disarming the spell barrier.

"Kara, Nagash, you go out first and take this mage and these retinues with you. Akhhan, you just go back to Nehekhara. Apparently in a hurry, Verznan jumped straight out of his chair and drove all his men away.

Then he looked at the tall body of the Demon King.

"Wang, Your Excellency Max, I have something to say to you."

Looking at the mysterious appearance of the god, the voice and height of a child, the demon king felt that he had found something in the memories of his original body owner, and hurriedly looked at Father Anderson who was standing quietly on the side.

"Father Anderson, can you go out first, we may have something to sort out."