Chapter 2589 Jerome's Defeat

Jerome fell quickly from midair with unparalleled momentum in the blade.

He found that Zen wanted to fight fire with more fire—a strange look flashed in his eyes until he replaced it with a sneer at the corners of his mouth.

'If so, you are doomed to lose, ' he thought to himself.

Zen defeated his sister effortlessly, making Jerome a little more nervous than he initially was.

Lisa's ability to control wide spaces was quite a formidable one. After transforming herself into ten thousand feet tall, she could still control space perfectly while simultaneously manipulating her sword skillfully.

Such an ability could actually restrain Jerome's large-scale attack.

If Zen didn't fight him face to face and instead trapped him little by little as Lisa did, the likeliness of Jerome's defeat would've proved to be overwhelming.

But now that Zen was confronting toughness with toughness, Jerome had a feeling that his victory was in sight.

A few seconds later…

Jerome struck Zen's sword with the weight of insanely great power.

Clang!

The two forces converged.

'The strength of this guy…' Jerome thought.

He looked incredulously at Zen as he hacked his sword down.

The power from Zen's seemingly unremarkable green sword was no weaker than his own.

Clang!

The cracking sound quickly spread and the originally leveled deserted land was suddenly torn apart layer by layer until the skeletons that had been piling up finally shot out in all directions, much like sharp arrows.

After wielding the sword, Zen retreated about eight steps, creating eight giant footprints in the ground.

From where he was floating midair, Jerome was thrown tens of thousands of feet away. With a somersault, he managed to land on his feet and take several steps back to steady his balance.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see which of the two was stronger in this competition of strength.

Many people were aware of Jerome's great power and overbearing sword skills.

They figured that if Zen faced Jerome one on one, he, along with his sword, would be cut in half. But the scene before them had completely gone beyond their imagination.

"What? This man has forced Jerome back with his strength alone?"

"He has mastered sword skills to thi

ome.

To no one's surprise, he was defeated in the second fight of strength.

This time, his loss was completely unquestionable.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

Meanwhile, an enormous blade of seven to eight thousand feet in length swirled out from the dust rapidly until it was buried in the wasteland on Jerome's side.

Without the infusion of the Wild God Power, the broadsword entered the ground and quickly shrank back to its original state.

Everyone's eyes darted to and rested on Jerome for a moment until their gazes once again shifted to the billowing dust.

After the dust dissipated, Zen's body came into sight.

Half of his body stood in a large pit. With the green sword still in his grasp, he looked calmly at Jerome from a distance.

The latter stood slowly from the ground, wearing a complicated expression.

If Zen defeated him with some kind of trick, he wouldn't have been so embarrassed.

But Zen chose to fight him totally head-on and defeated him—Jerome had never felt so humiliated.

Nevertheless, he wasn't a narrow-minded man. After a moment of sulking, he got himself back up. In the world, there would always be someone out there who surpassed him—Jerome knew this to be true for everyone. He just had to admit that Zen was such a person.

Comforting himself in his heart, he let out a long breath. He then cupped his hands in the air, directed them at Zen and called out, "You have proven to be far superior in terms of skill. I'm willing to accept defeat. I have lost!"