A·Gedora, against Frodonick.
The new Hero and the old Hero.
This kind of battle is actually aningless. If we talk about reasons... even if Doro wins, can he once again beco a Hero? If Frodonick loses, will he never appear as a Hero again?
Even if Doro kills Frodonick here, all that awaits him is stronger, more relentless pursuit. He would face the malice of the entire Human World.
That is reality.
So, Frodonick stands in a position of invincibility; the worst outco is being killed, but Doro’s end will certainly be worse.
Yet, such a person claims to be more pitiful than him?
How is he pitiful? What is there to pity?
Frodonick feels these words deeply piercing his heart. Under his helt, his eyes are already wide with fury, the veins bulging in the hands gripping his sword, and his anger is visible to the naked eye.
"A·Gedora!"
Frodonick roared, his hand caught by Doro, he breaks free forcefully: "You are not allowed... to pity arbitrarily!!!!"
Terrifying power gathers around this man, a certain golden energy surrounds him: "What do you really know about !"
The sword swings at an invisible speed, yet no strike hits its mark, the energy unleashed limitlessly, but it cannot impact Doro at all. Doro continues to gaze at Frodonick with what seems like a look of pity, as if looking at a stray dog.
"Your sword is erratic, Frodonick."
"Shut up!"
"You still need training."
"Shut up!"
"Your heart is not peaceful enough."
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!!!!!! You are not allowed to speak anymore!!!!"
Frodonick lets out a long wail to the sky, all his angry attacks — none of them hit Doro. Since the mont they t, Doro had hardly counterattacked, yet even so, he seed still unable to defeat this man.
"How dare you!"
He was unwilling.
This man had already been greatly weakened, while he had never slackened his training over the years, so why couldn’t he defeat him under these circumstances?
"You are strong, Frodonick," Doro did not answer his question, "but you can never truly face . Hence, you can never defeat . You need to surpass yourself."
Surpass oneself?
These words left Frodonick stunned, and his sword dropped to the ground.
Then, he removed his helt, revealing a face full of bitterness, with even a hint of tears.
"I can never defeat you."
Indeed, from the very mont he agreed to such a plan and used sinister thods, despicable ans to achieve victory in A·Gedora’s weakest mont, he could never defeat A·Gedora again. That incident constantly reminded Frodonick of the falsehood of his Hero’s na.
"A·Gedora!"
Frodonick spread his arms: "Kill ! You are the true Hero! A person like ... should have died long ago!"
Doro walked to Frodonick’s side with his sword raised and swung it.
A lock of Frodonick’s hair fell to the ground.
"You..."
"That’s enough."
Doro smiled, clapping Frodonick on the shoulder: "Consider it as having killed the despicable you of the past. The you now is a genuine Hero."
The weathered face was entirely different from that of the past charismatic man. Yet, at this mont, Frodonick’s mories frantically spun back to when he first t A·Gedora. Back then, he was just an ordinary villager, when the fourteen-year-old A·Gedora saved him from a beast. He began to strive with this man as his goal.
——How did things end up like this?
He covered his face with his hands, not wanting A·Gedora to see his ugly expression.
Doro chuckled lightly, turning to leave.
"Do you really not plan to continue being a Hero?"
Doro stopped: "Sothing like a Hero... that is already in the past."
Frodonick then knew that this man truly would not beco a Hero again.
"What about it! The Demon King’s resurrection..."
"We were tricked by the Demon King."
Doro left these words and was about to leave.
However...
In that instant, a pillar of light pierced through Frodonick’s chest.
Doro had realized the attack; he had reacted, but the instinctual reaction of his body was to evade — Frodonick couldn’t manage it.
By the ti Doro regained control of his own body, Frodonick’s chest had been torn open with a large hole.
"Who is it!"
Doro saw a silhouette leaving; maybe he should pursue...
No...
His gaze fell upon a flower.
The flower instantly transford, and then Mohe erged from it.
"Even if you look at like that, I..."
"I will help you reclaim your right hand."
Mohe walked up to Frodonick’s "corpse." She sighed, and from her left hand, a silvery light flowed out, covering Frodonick’s pierced void. Doro instantly felt this silvery light replace the penetrated heart, with a mysterious force driving the flow of blood.
"This can be considered keeping him alive. But, you only have one drop of my blood left, Hero. Do you intend to use it to save this Mr. Frodonick, or to extend Lisidorwei’s life? You should know, our transaction only limits it to helping save him and extending Lisidorwei’s life, not including providing you with more blood."
Although Doro wanted to discuss this deal further with her, but...
Mohe’s attitude was clear.
"However, Hero, I personally don’t think it’s a good idea to save him." Mohe retracted her hand, staring at Doro, "This person isn’t very strong, at most like Lisidorwei, not nearly as loyal. His identity is also sensitive. Who launched the attack, it’s unclear, but their objective should be quite clear, right? The scale of your hunt starting tomorrow must increase. Even if he’s not dead, it’s considered he died at your hands, so now you should understand my aning. Saving him is not a profitable deal. Besides, your tendons were cut by him."
Like an old friend, she honestly analyzed the pros and cons for Doro: "For such a traitor, to truly turn to , this Demon King, is it really worth it?"
"I’m walking on the wrong path."
Doro simply said: "But I still can’t leave him alone."
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