369: Big battle!

Demon Emperor Realm Seventh Level!

As his realm improved, the head that had just been smashed by the bald man's club recovered.

At this point, Chen De still didn't want to bother with the other party and only wanted to silently absorb the World Source.

But now, the bald strong man clearly wasn't willing to give Chen De this opportunity.

As long as Chen De tried to absorb, the other party would definitely stop him.

With his current strength, he was clearly not capable of multitasking.

Whether he absorbed partially while fighting or absorbed completely, Chen De couldn't defend himself.

Facing this situation, he could only choose to fight the other party.

Thus, a great battle was on the verge of breaking out.

Chen De, who had already broken through to the Demon Emperor Realm Seventh Level, was comparable to the Ninth Level with the blessings of his various innate bloodlines.

Fighting the bald strong man again now, he was no longer in the disheveled state he was in when they first met.

On the contrary, Chen De was even in a slightly advantageous position in the battle.

Chen De condensed a blood-colored weapon in the style of a goose-quill saber and engaged in close combat with the bald strong man's club.

Facing the bald strong man's attacks, Chen De barely defended much; three out of ten attacks landed on him.

However, if the bald strong man didn't carefully guard against Chen De's attacks, every single one could leave him injured.

The gap between the two was immediately obvious!

Moreover, Chen De's attacks weren't always focused on vital points.

At this level, there were almost no vital points on the body apart from the head.

Chen De's principle for attacking was that every attack must injure the opponent.

No matter if the injury was big or small, even just shaving off a piece of flesh counted.

With this fighting style, Chen De's eventual victory was inevitable.

But Chen De still didn't dare to relax; instead, he became more vigilant.

When he was initially drawn into this world, another important factor was that a sword-wielding expert had split him into countless pieces.

His power was dispersed, and he couldn't resist that powerful suction force.

In a normal state, it would have been impossible to suck Chen De in.

The sword-wielding expert's strength was no weaker than that of the bald man with the club, but he hadn't appeared yet.

So while fighting, Chen De remained vigilant of his surroundings.

If he were to be ambushed out of nowhere, it would be dangerous.

The bald strong man's injuries grew more and more numerous, affecting his strength to some extent.

By this point in the battle, Chen De's advantage was steadily increasing.

At one moment, the bald strong man's injuries became too severe, and he inadvertently exposed a fatal flaw.

Seeing this, a glint of shrewdness flashed in Chen De's eyes.

He quickly disengaged and retreated rapidly towards other nearby areas.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

The moment he disengaged, his previous location was instantly enveloped by countless dense sword lights.

There, the sword lights frantically cut through everything, even slicing space into pieces.

Then, in an instant, they were cut into even smaller pieces by the dense sword lights, until only some specks of light remained, making it difficult to observe.

Chen De looked at the scene there, his expression showing little change, clearly having anticipated it.

That attack, in terms of power alone, had probably reached the peak of the Demon Emperor Realm Ninth Level.

The bald strong man's attack power was between early and mid-stage, and the attacker was more than a level stronger than him.

After the attack failed, the other party also appeared in the arena.

It was a melancholic middle-aged man with disheveled hair, a sword sheath on his back, and loose robes.

"Wicked creature!" he said the moment he saw Chen De.

The bald man on the other side also followed up, angrily scolding Chen De, "Damn it!"

Actually, during the fight, Chen De had tried to communicate with the bald strong man.

But all the responses he got were things like, "Die," "Bastard," "Punishment"...

He finally concluded that the bald strong man was impossible to communicate with.

Seeing the melancholic middle-aged man's behavior, Chen De quickly determined that these two guys were of the same ilk.

Therefore, he no longer thought about communication.

In his hand, he had somehow produced a World Source.

Chen De had taken this during the fight, while he had the upper hand.

He quickly shoved it into his mouth while the others were unprepared.

After allocating the attribute points, Chen De's strength increased by another notch.

Now, fighting the bald strong man alone would be incredibly easy.

Unfortunately, he now had two opponents.

So Chen De couldn't be too reckless, just in case.

If two could appear, it was possible for another to appear.

With his current strength, the two in front of him were still within his manageable range.

The sword-wielding middle-aged man and the bald man had no communication, not even glancing at each other.

They both attacked Chen De together, their movements cooperating perfectly.

Their moves seamlessly connected with each other.

The bald strong man and Chen De fought in the same way as before, with one of them responsible for entanglement.

The sword-wielding middle-aged man, on the other hand, constantly interfered with Chen De from the side and seized opportunities to attack him.

This guy's attacks were incredibly powerful; the cost of taking them head-on was greater than dodging, forcing Chen De to evade.

Chen De wasn't without measures against the sword-wielding middle-aged man.

But whenever his attack was directed at the sword-wielding middle-aged man, the bald strong man would immediately rush over without hesitation to block the blow.

Furthermore, the sword-wielding middle-aged man wasn't a pushover; he wouldn't just stand there and let Chen De hit him.

With the addition of the sword-wielding middle-aged man, the previously one-sided situation instantly became a stalemate.

Whoosh!

Chen De was forced back tens of thousands of miles by a single sword strike.

When he stabilized himself and stopped, a huge gash on his chest slowly closed and healed.

And in his hand, there was also a large piece of World Source.

It was for this that Chen De had taken the hit, allowing the sword-wielding middle-aged man to find an opportunity to force him back so far.

He separated a portion of it, raising his Slaughter Law to seventy-one percent.

Additionally, Chen De's cultivation, along with his realm, surged to the peak of the Demon Emperor Realm Seventh Level.

The cost of all this was that the previously enormous World Source, even though it was still condensing.

Its current size was only one-third of what it was before Chen De made his move.

And now, only the intensity of the suction force around him had increased; the energy concentration only decreased, never increased.

Clearly, the gathering of the World Source was nearing its end.

If Chen De had the chance to obtain the remaining World Source, he would definitely be able to step into the Demon Emperor Realm Ninth Level.

And he would definitely be in a formidable position.

With his strength having increased again, Chen De repelled the bald strong man with a single move.

How immense was the gap between each level of the Demon Emperor Realm; even within the same realm, the difference was vast.

Chen De at the peak of the Demon Emperor Realm Seventh Level and Chen De at the early stage of the Demon Emperor Realm Seventh Level were simply two different concepts.

At the early stage, he could suppress the bald strong man; at the peak, he could completely dominate him.

If Chen De could reach the Demon Emperor Realm Eighth Level, he would be able to instantly kill him.

The gap between realms was just that terrifying; he had to improve.

This time, it was Chen De's turn to have the upper hand again.

Just then, two more attacks simultaneously struck Chen De from behind.

Chen De was about to dodge, but he felt as if he was being restricted by something, giving him a feeling of struggling to move.