Chapter 2584 The Gap In Strength

Driven by rage, Romeo attacked with his greatest momentum. He went all out with every strike, showing no mercy to who he was going against.

Just then, the bamboo sword in his hand morphed into rays of green sword radiance and swept up intensely towards Desmund.

Desmund had escaped passively all the way. He wanted to fight back occasionally, which only invited even more ferocious suppression from Romeo.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The bamboo sword, which seemed to be several thousand feet long, hit on the saber several times, leaving deafening clanging noises in the background.

As Desmund retreated, he warded off dozens of strikes in panic, and finally exposed a serious weakness.

Romeo's eyes began to twinkle. He noticed the weakness and swung his sword towards Desmund.

"Buzz..."

As he looked around and saw that there was no place to dodge, the golden light all over his body began to glow. He planned to withstand the blow with his Yellow Emperor Wild Body.

But when the seemingly harmless bamboo sword collided with his back, only then did he realize how naive he was.

"Phew!"

Within minutes, a sharp force burst from the bamboo sword, shattering the golden light on the surface of Desmund's body into pieces. Immediately after, he felt a chill go up his right arm, and just like that, his thousand-foot long arm was detached from his body.

With his arm cut off, the Wild God Power from the arm began to quickly dissipate. As it happened, the arm shrank so rapidly that people didn't know where it went.

"I admit defeat! I surrender!" Desmund shouted, desperate.

He tossed aside the saber and knelt down on the ground, a bang echoing from his heavy knees. Suddenly, two big holes appeared on the ground under his knees.

He was smart, and if he didn't admit defeat, he would probably be killed by Romeo like Monty.

But even though Desmund already admitted defeat, Romeo didn't plan to show any mercy to him.

As his blood boiled, all Romeo wanted to do was kill his enemy. But just as the sword came down towards Desmund's head, he found himself unable to move.

Just then, Giacomo, who managed to grow as big as Romeo, appeared behind him without him knowing. Giacomo gently clamped the sword between his two fingers.

"Come back," he gestured towards Romeo. "He has already admitted defeat. You've already won."

Although nobody would be held responsible for the life or death in the battle ring, Desmund had already knelt down and surrendered.

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hile Lisa Xia's strength was far more powerful than that of Desmund.

Head on with Romeo's crazy attack, she drew back tactically, her parries steady and sure. For some reason, there was no trace of panic in her eyes.

As Romeo's desperate attacks drained all of his energy, Lisa Xia saw this as the perfect time to take initiative. The thin black sword in her hand was like a spiritual snake without bones as it formed a cage, firmly trapping Romeo within it.

To his surprise, Romeo was like a trapped beast, unable to get out of her trap no matter how hard he tried.

"Romeo is going to lose," Zen exclaimed as he watched the two giants fight. "He's not a match for the woman in green."

"Lisa! She's so powerful!" said Elsa, blinking her eyes multiple times. She couldn't believe what she was seeing.

When Adele, Giacomo, Erik saw the strength that Lisa Xia was displaying, their faces grew gloomy.

How could they have expected the Wild Gods in the young generation of the Yellow Emperor race would grow so quickly?

However, looking at the way they arranged their warriors to fight, it was obvious that Lisa Xia was not the strongest warrior they had. However, the strength she had shown had left Romeo far behind already.

Even Elsa could not surely take her down. Moreover, the Yellow Emperor race still had two warriors that hadn't fought yet. Could the Nine Li race only count on Zen? Adele thought.

In deep thought, Adele silently glanced at Zen who stood next to her. At this time, Giacomo's and Erik's gazes also fell flatly on Zen. It seemed as if the elders shared the same thought as they had bitter smiles plastered across their faces.