The battle raged on.
Who would win?
It had already gone beyond the realm of human limits.
Every strike, every parry, every instantaneous adjustnt, it was pure, undiluted perfection.
It was like watching art in motion.
The duel was dead even.
The spectators had long lost their voices. The chat had stopped moving. Because no one could type, they couldn’t look away.
It wasn’t just fast, it wasn’t just brutal, it was flawless combat, executed by two peak-level war gods.
It was an unstoppable assault of lightning and steel.
BZZZ!
ng Wu Ya moved like a storm given form.
His blade never stopped. Every slash ca from an impossible angle, a sequence designed to break any defense.
And yet, Noah... was the immovable wall.
His Spellforged Battle Lance twisted and turned, shifting from defense to counterattack with terrifying fluidity.
It was like watching 2 grandmaster artists going about their trade.
A sword t lance.
A storm t a fortress.
And neither fell.
And then ca the echo of blades, a terrifying symphony of bloodcurdling battle in the rubble of the Canyon of Ruins.
Steel clashed; sparks flew.
A normal player wouldn’t have even seen the fight, just the aftershocks.
ng Wu Ya closed in, his blade arcing for Noah’s throat.
In response, Noah’s lance twisted, diverting the force in the last millisecond.
An instant retaliation followed!
Noah spun, striking ng Wu Ya’s ribs.
ng Wu Ya redirected the impact mid-air; rolling out, twisting, reestablishing his stance in a mont of terrifying skill display.
Tight! Tight! Tight!
Every movent was as perfect as it could be.
Neither side made a mistake, neither side faltered.
And then it happened.
A sudden simultaneous hit.
BAM!
A single strike from both of them connected.
Their HP dropped, into the red.
Gasps exploded across the world.
{RED BLOOD!! THEY HIT RED BLOOD AT THE SA TI!!!}
A mont of silence, then...
They kept going.
Faster, stronger, more relentless.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Their health bars kept falling.
Their attacks landed at the exact sa rate.
Each dodge was within a hair’s width, each counter was by the skin of their teeth. Their HPs decreased together; they were walking a death march.
1%.
Another 1%.
Another 1%.
The spectators felt their hearts stop.
This...
This had never happened before.
Their health bars were identical, it was even, until...
Both of them hit 1HP!
"...!"
A single strike would end it.
A single mistake would decide the winner.
ng Wu Ya moved first.
His blade ignited with his final burst of power.
A perfect killing blow; fast, precise, undeniable.
Noah... did nothing.
For a fraction of a second, he did nothing, and then...
He stepped forward.
A half-step.
A move so subtle, so insignificant, it shouldn’t have mattered.
But ng Wu Ya’s blade trajectory was already committed. His strike was absolute, it was already locked in.
And in that half-step, Noah’s lance twisted at an impossible angle.
The Spellforged Battle Lance didn’t block.
It guided ng Wu Ya’s own sword just half an inch away from its target.
A half-inch, that was all it took.
And in that instant... Noah’s lance found his chest.
BAM!
A single, clean, unavoidable hit.
ng Wu Ya’s blade missed.
Noah’s didn’t.
And the world froze.
The ga system notification rang.
[You have slain a player: Hot Blaze!]
Silence.
The Blademaster fell.
Noah stood.
And then..., the world erupted.
~----~
{NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!}
{HE DID IT! LORD DOOM ACTUALLY DID IT!!}
{MY HEART CAN’T HANDLE THIS!}
{HE WON?! HE ACTUALLY WON?!}
{MY GOD! WHAT A DUEL! THIS IS EVEN MORE EXCITING THAN MOST PRO ALLIANCE GAS, I FEEL LIKE CRYING!}
{THE BATTLE OF THE GODS ENDS!!!}
{AND LORD DOOM PREVAILS!}
~----~
Players across the world couldn’t believe it.
No one could believe it.
The pros were speechless.
The legends watching from the shadows trembled.
’That intensity..., unmatched!’
The casual players cried.
The forum servers crashed.
To all of them who spectated this battle first-hand, they all had one thought in their minds.
’This is the battle of the century!’
Amidst the chaos, a single notification appeared.
------
[Hot Blaze has logged out.]
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Noah exhaled, flicking his lance downward.
He looked at where ng Wu Ya had vanished.
Then, he grinned.
"Not bad".
And with that, he turned, walking away...
Leaving the entire 11th server in absolute, stunned silence.
...
Shanghai, China...
The room was silent.
ng Wu Ya leaned back in his chair, his fingers still hovering over his keyboard.
His breath was slow.
His heartbeat, however, was still pounding.
The battle replayed in his mind; every attack, every dodge, every instant decision that he and his opponent made.
He had never fought a battle like that before.
Even now, his fingers twitched, unconsciously tracing the final sequence in the air.
The half-step, the impossible angle.
The difference between victory and defeat.
ng Wu Ya exhaled sharply and let out a low, amused chuckle. "That bastard".
If his teammates heard their captain say this or even hear him chuckle, they would be shocked shitless.
ng Wu Ya never chuckles!
He looked straight at his monitor.
He didn’t chuckle out of frustration though. It wasn’t anger either, rather, it was out of excitent.
Pure, burning combat intent.
Noah had earned that victory, but next ti?
Next ti would be different.
ng Wu Ya cracked his knuckles and reached for his mouse.
His lips curled into a grin.
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[Logging into Warstar...]
...
The world flashed before his eyes, and the familiar virtual landscape of the 11th server ca into view.
He didn’t waste ti.
[Private Chat- Lord Doom]
{Hot Blaze: I’m waiting for you at the World Championship. You better make it.}
There was no need for flowery words.
No need for trash talk.
Both of them understood.
This wasn’t the end; it was just the beginning.
A mont later, he added one last ssage.
{Hot Blaze: Next ti, I won’t lose.}
Then, with fire in his eyes, he closed the chat.
And the countdown to their next battle began.
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