Mo Han responded to the opponent’s words without haste, though the weapons held by the two remained locked in a slow, mutual probing of each other’s strengths and weaknesses.

The movements of both men were agonizingly slow, resembling the sparring of low-ranking samurai. Not only was the pace preposterously sluggish, but the onlookers also failed to see the expected clash of vital energies erupting from their weapons. Anyone unaware of the situation might mistake them for old acquaintances catching up over a friendly exchange of skills.

Despite the deliberate slowness of their actions, the aura radiating from them was overwhelmingly potent. The surrounding human soldiers and the personnel of the Church of Light could not withstand the powerful pressure emanating from Mo Han and the knight, causing them to retreat backward. Instantly, a vast zone of emptiness formed between the two combatants, yet their figures remained immeasurably slow, though the weapons in their hands had begun to shimmer faintly.

Above the Knight Commander’s spear of the Netherworld Black Armor, a soft, emerald light continuously pulsed, while Mo Han’s Creation Divine Sword was cloaked in a gentle golden Dou Qi. Each time their weapons met, there was none of the massive sound the crowd anticipated; instead, there were only strange, soft thuds.

However, Mo Han’s expression grew increasingly grim. As for the Black Armored Netherworld warrior opposite him, his expression was unreadable beneath the mask, but the ghostly blue light in the knight’s eyes intensified.

It was at this moment.

Mo Han let out a great shout, and the Creation Divine Sword in his hand instantly burst forth with blinding golden light, slashing violently toward the Black Armored Knight’s waist. Seeing this, the knight calmly raised his commander’s spear, moving to intercept Mo Han’s Creation Divine Sword.

But just then, the Creation Divine Sword in Mo Han’s hand accelerated by more than double its previous speed, instantly shifting to an unbelievable angle.

It deftly evaded the spear the Black Armored Knight used for defense and violently swept down toward the knight’s lower half.

The target was the Blue Bone Dragon beneath the Black Armored Knight.

The Blue Bone Dragon seemed to sense the danger, letting out a frantic roar. A burst of blue ice crystals instantly erupted from its body, rapidly coating it entirely. Then, the Bone Dragon exerted all its strength to writhe its massive form, attempting to dodge sideways.

Although the Bone Dragon’s reaction was swift, Mo Han’s speed was greater.

As the dragon’s body had barely shifted, Mo Han’s Creation Divine Sword was already pressing against the dragon’s neck. Once struck by Mo Han’s divine blade, even with the protection of the strange blue ice crystals, Mo Han was confident he could sever the creature’s head.

At that critical, hair-trigger moment, a streak of ghostly green light suddenly pierced through the golden radiance of Mo Han’s Creation Divine Sword, accurately intercepting the sword at the crucial juncture. Clang! A sharp metallic collision echoed.

Mo Han’s entire body was uncontrollably thrown backward.

The Black Armored Knight and his Bone Dragon, under the immense pressure of Mo Han’s Dou Qi, were involuntarily forced downward a short distance before quickly stabilizing.

“I did not expect a human of the God-Tier to resort to sneak attacks. Do humans only know such trickery?” The Black Armored Knight’s eyes flashed with fury as he coldly scrutinized Mo Han nearby.

Hearing this, Mo Han merely offered a cold laugh. “A joke. We are not engaged in a contest of decorum now; we are fighting for the fate of the Dragon Soaring Continent. Do you expect me to adhere to some baseless rules? Furthermore, you ride a Bone Dragon while I am alone—do you not find that inherently unfair?” Upon hearing Mo Han’s explanation, the Black Armored Knight paused for a moment.

Then, he nodded. “You speak the truth. Having the Bone Dragon, I certainly have the advantage in the skies. However, I suspect that even without the dragon’s aid, you would still not be my equal; it would merely require me to spend a little more of my time.”

Having said this, the Black Armored Knight actually leaped from the Bone Dragon. Mid-air, he took slow, deliberate steps, slowly closing the distance toward Mo Han.

“Is that so? Then let us test it.”

Hearing the opponent’s arrogant words, Mo Han did not become angered; rather, he grew calmer. Mo Han knew clearly that the Black Armored Knight possessed the standing to utter such boasts. From their initial exchanges, Mo Han had perceived the unfathomable depth of his opponent’s strength; he held no certainty of victory. This Black Armored Knight was arguably the most formidable foe Mo Han had encountered since beginning his journey. Relying on the Creation Divine Sword, Mo Han had barely broken through to the peak of the God-Tier, yet he still could not overcome his adversary.

Mo Han suspected that even if he and Blaz, who had long reached the God-Tier, attacked together, he couldn't guarantee a kill. Moreover, Blaz was currently entangled with several other Netherworld warriors and could offer no assistance. Fights at this level were beyond the scope of ordinary human experts. Mo Han realized inwardly that even knowing victory was uncertain, he had no choice but to stand firm alone.

Yet, Mo Han was acutely aware he could not retreat. Behind him were hundreds of thousands of eyes watching. Should he be defeated, it would be a fatal blow to the morale of the allied human forces. If even the God-Tier experts among humanity proved no match for the Netherworld race, the human soldiers below would likely be consumed by despair. This, Mo Han surmised, was precisely the purpose of the Black Armored Knight’s presence here.

“Considering how difficult it is for your kind to reach the God-Tier, I will grant you one final opportunity. If you yield now, I will spare your life. Perhaps in a few hundred more years, you might manage a fight against me.” The Black Armored Knight stood opposite Mo Han, slowly raising the commander’s spear in his hand.

“Nonsense.”

Hearing the Black Armored Knight’s arrogant declaration, Mo Han finally lost his temper, speaking with clear annoyance: “I will grant you one chance now. If you take your little clown followers back to the Netherworld immediately, I might consider sparing your lives.”

The Black Armored Knight merely shook his head slowly at this. “Since you are so obstinate, you cannot blame me.”

With those words, the Black Armored Knight suddenly dissolved into a blur and instantly lunged towards Mo Han, his spear thrust aimed at Mo Han’s chest. Clink, clink, clink—the rapid sounds of impact were incessant, as the two exchanged well over a hundred blows in the blink of an eye.

The speed of this Black Armored Knight was lightning-fast; even Mo Han found it slightly taxing to defend.

“Not bad. You managed to withstand attacks delivered at half my speed and strength.” The Black Armored Knight spoke, his voice a unique, raspy sound. “Now, let me show you my true speed and power.”

As he finished speaking, the Black Armored Knight’s entire body rapidly vanished into the air. Simultaneously, Mo Han raised his weapon and tensed completely, knowing that the opponent’s speed had reached its absolute limit, and his eyes simply could not track the movement. In Mo Han’s vision, the Black Armored Knight had simply disappeared.

Just then, Mo Han suddenly felt a massive surge of energy rushing toward his back. He instantly spun around and saw the tip of a dark spear mere inches from his face. In the dire moment, Mo Han instinctively twisted his neck, narrowly evading the attack.

But before Mo Han could draw a breath, he heard the Black Armored Knight roar: “Get down!”

The spear that had grazed past Mo Han’s cheek instantly descended with earth-shattering force, striking the protective Dou Qi over Mo Han’s shoulder with precision. Mo Han, suspended mid-air, felt a weight like a mountain pressing down on his body, causing him to fall uncontrollably downward.

With a resounding BOOM, Mo Han was driven into the ground by the Black Armored Knight’s full-power strike, creating a deep crater. Cracks spider-webbed across the surrounding earth, testifying to the astonishing force of the knight’s ultimate blow.

The entire human camp fell into a deathly silence. The soldiers stared at the Black Armored Knight hovering in the air with expressions of pure terror. Was that power even achievable by a mortal? Such destructive force was horrifying; surely even a God-Tier expert could not withstand such a blow. Everyone anxiously watched the deep pit where Mo Han had fallen.

It was then that a golden light flared up from within the crater, and Mo Han’s figure quickly reappeared to the crowd’s sight. However, a trace of blood stained the corner of Mo Han’s mouth; clearly, the dark figure’s blow, while not mortally wounding him, had inflicted significant damage.

“Not bad. God-Tier experts certainly have tough hides,” the Black Armored Knight remarked slowly, staring at Mo Han. “If that had been a Sword Saint in your place, they would likely be lying there unable to rise.”

“Such speed.” Mo Han stared at the knight opposite him, admitting with admiration, “You are the fastest individual among all the experts I have encountered. But if this is all you have to offer, defeating me is nothing but a dream.”

He leaped toward