At Reinhardt and the Black Ruler Ashurin's, the two were resting to regain their strength, while reviewing their previous fight and trying to find a way to defeat the other.
An excited sigh escaped Asurin's mouth, as he looked towards Reinhardt who was looking at him in turn.
"Let's go, Reinhart de Moliard, let's keep fighting!"
Ashurin spoke smugly, pointing his sword at him.
A slight smile appeared on Reinhardt's face as he looked at him, then he stood up, holding his sword.
"As you wish, Black Ruler Ashurin."
Their swords were pointed towards each other, while a golden aura emanated from their bodies.
They moved away from each other by thirty-four steps, to create a temporary safety zone, analyze the opponent's steps, and think of an appropriate strategy to stop him.
"I'm stronger than ever thanks to that ultimate entity, but I have to finish the fight quickly; My body cannot handle any more of this force."
Asurin spoke in his heart, while his gaze followed Reinhardt's every step.
The same was true of Reinhardt; The short period of peace has ended, and all that remains is the struggle for survival of the fittest.
However, Reinhardt was not worried, they were dozens of kilometers away from Uspeckers City, allowing him to fight the Black Lord Asurin with great comfort.
Reinhardt charged towards Asurin at the speed of light, and the latter blocked his sword, causing the ground beneath them to crack.
However, Reinhardt's smile did not disappear, he even threw Asurin back several meters. Ashurin stuck his sword into the ground to maintain his balance and stop himself.
He muttered in a low voice, full of confidence and determination:
"The Art of the Ten Kings, Form Four: Maker of Beginnings!"
An attack rushed towards him at the speed of light, obliterating everything in its path, causing cracks and vibrations to exist.
However, Asurin's facial features did not change even slightly, so he launched an attack in turn.
"The Art of the Sun Masters: Divine Purity!"
The two attacks collided with enormous destructive force, yet no sound was made. All that remained was a white void the size of a house, after existence in that area had been destroyed by their attack.
But neither of them cared, and they continued launching attacks at insane speeds.
Until they noticed that the void was constantly expanding, which surprised them; Existence usually fixes itself, but this time things seemed different.
However, they didn't bother thinking about it, after all, this wasn't the first time they had accidentally destroyed a part of existence.
So, they repaired it again so as not to drain too much of their energy, and then decided to continue fighting without waiting a single second.
The collisions of their swords were so powerful, that they destroyed the ground and all the mountains around them.
Taking advantage of Asurin's imbalance, Reinhardt directed a powerful attack.
"The Art of the Ten Kings, Figure Eight: Master of First Ends!"
A huge sword rushed at him, seriously wounding him and sending him flying towards the ground.
Boommmmm... Boommmmm!
Inside a giant hole the size of a house, was the Black Ruler Asurin, leaning on his sword, while looking at Reinhardt who was floating in midair and looking at him mockingly.
Asurin noticed that Reinhardt used the Grand Families Blessing Pavilion while launching his previous attack, which made him extremely annoyed; After all, he didn't have any wings, neither sub nor main.
This made the difference between them two and a half ranks, or four and a half ranks if Reinhardt used the King's Sovereignty Pavilion to support the Blessing Pavilion.
Behind Reinhart's back was a giant disc bearing the logo of a beautiful woman wearing a black veil covering her face, holding her hands together as if in prayer.
But Ashurin was puzzled; The left half of the wing was slightly darker than the right half.
However, he said nothing, after all, his knowledge about the wings was very simple; It was believed that it raised rank by two ranks and increased the speed of development, nothing more.
Listen to the voice of Venerable Lotus Flower Jihao Yuxuan, laughing softly, with a seductive tone of approval:
"Master Ruler of the Black Ashurin, I see that you are in trouble. Your opponent is stronger than you at the moment."
Asurin swallowed hard, looking at Reinhardt frozen in midair. Jihao Yuxuan was extremely powerful, and doing something like this to him was nothing more than a trivial matter that was not worth mentioning.
The Black Ruler Ashuren came out of his daze, and looked at Venerable Lotus Flower Venerable Jihao Yuxuan, who was covered in gray mist, with eyes full of avarice and avarice.
"Yes, I want something that will outshine that thing Reinhardt uses called the Blessing Wing, or whatever it's called."
Venerable Venerable Lotus Flower, Jihao Yuxuan, laughed mockingly as he listened to the words of the Black Ashuren Ruler.
"Hahahahahahahahahaha! Pond Pavilion? You mean this pavilion?"
A look of shock appeared on the Black Ruler's face, as he watched the Blessing Pavilion being used by someone who was not from this world and did not belong to the major families.
"Are you that mysterious entity that granted that blessing to the major duchies, clans, and sects thousands of years ago?"
The Black Ruler's tone of voice was filled with fear as he looked at him.
"What? The entities of this fantasy world are just a bunch of useless idiots. However, there is no problem in exploiting this matter."
Venerable Venerable Lotus Flower Jihao Yuxuan spoke in his heart, as he looked towards the terrified Ashuren.
He smiled slightly, then extended his hand to help him get up.
"Yes, I am that entity. But I won't give you the Blessing Pavilion; that would make it too suspicious, wouldn't it?"
Ashurin nodded his head in agreement and stood up, trying to keep his smile from appearing.
"Do you want to use one of my wings temporarily? It will be a loan, and you will have to pay for it; after all, nothing is free."
The Black Ruler agreed directly without saying anything; Jihao Yuxuan's tone, his gaze, and the atmosphere around him exuded a feeling of security and confidence, so much so that the probability of something bad happening in Ashuren's eyes was zero percent.
"Yes, I agree. I trust you, sir. The powers that rule the entire world have become so because of you."
His tone was full of respect and reverence.
This made Venerable Lotus Flower Venerable Jihao Yuxuan smile, while inwardly laughing with cold derision at what he considered to be foolishness and naivety.
"Well, given your respect and appreciation for me, I will bestow upon you one of my countless wings, called the Sin of Pride Wing."
The Asurin Black Ruler's excitement grew as he listened to every word said by Venerable Lotus Flower Jihao Yuxuan, so he hit his head on the ground forcefully as a sign of appreciation and respect.
"Thank you, sir!"
Venerable Lotus Flower Venerable Jihao Yuxuan didn't say anything, but rather went behind him and sat down next to him, a slight smile still plastered on his face.
"It will be very painful, Black Ruler Asurin."
Before he did anything, Venerable Lotus Flower Venerable Jihao Yuxuan placed his hand on the back of the Black Ashuren Ruler.
At first, a beautiful cold energy invaded his being, but it quickly turned into icy blades that mercilessly tore apart and shattered every part of his body.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"
Asurin's screams were loud, while his body convulsed extremely dangerously.
However, he spoke arrogantly and arrogantly, trying to show his indifference to the pain inflicted on him:
"You lowly slave, do you think a ruler like me needs your silly ward? You are truly pathetic!"
"Get your hands off me, you scum! No matter who you are, male or female, I have to finish my fight against that bastard! Aaaaaaaa! Why would I bother thinking about scum like him? I can kill ten people like him without any effort! Ha-ha-ha-ha!"
Venerable Venerable Lotus Flower Jihao Yuxuan looked at him with a cold gaze that was enough to erase his arrogance and arrogance from his very essence.
"Ego is like wine; the more you drink it, the more it leads you to the abyss, and the more you stay away from it, the more you know your way to success."
The Black Lord Ashurin's body was covered in blood, and his consciousness was on the verge of disappearing.
A tattoo in the form of a golden disc, inside which is drawn a logo of a skull wearing a golden crown studded with the finest jewelry and precious stones, has begun to appear.
Then the Venerable Venerable snapped his fingers, curing Ashurin and regaining his strength and health.
The two of them got up smoothly, and then the Asurin Black Ruler knelt before the Venerable Lotus Flower Venerable, Jihao Yuxuan, and placed himself at his feet, before speaking in a tone full of menace and extreme respect:
"I swear by the Lord of the seven heavens and earths, and by the Prophet Muhammad, His servant and Messenger, that I am a weak servant of that Creator. I swear that I will return your debt to you!"
Venerable Venerable Lotus Flower Jihao Yuxuan laughed as he listened to his words, then spoke in his heart in a tone mocking the absurdity of the situation:
"You called yourself a god, and you swear by the Almighty, the All-Knowing, and His Noble Prophet! I swear that you will not see any mercy or pity from me. The debt is due to be paid soon, and your soul will soon be mine."
Immediately after that, he disappeared without saying anything, and time returned to its normal state.
Asurin looked at Reinhardt, who was in shock over the wing he had obtained, called the Sin of Pride Wing.
"Let's keep fighting, Reinhart de Moliard!"
The Black Ruler Asurin charged towards Reinhardt at the speed of light, taking advantage of his distraction, but Reinhardt blocked the attack in time.
However, this did not prevent the force of the recoil from throwing him several metres, causing serious fractures to his body, until the bones of the left side of his rib cage appeared.
The injury in turn caused several holes in his lungs and internal organs, but it did not last long, as thanks to his regenerative immortality, he was able to treat all of his injuries.
However, Ashurin did not allow him to rest, but directed a strong attack towards his face, throwing him again several meters.
But time stopped, and everything went backwards, seconds before the Asurin attack began.
"Really ridiculous! The probability of this attack killing me is extremely high!"
Reinhardt snapped his fingers, and the rain began to fall heavily, after he had made it 100 percent likely that it would fall.
"The test passed. The ability to manipulate probability works, but the time and place are not right for it. Killing the Black Ruler would be a suitable option for me."
Reinhardt dodged Asurin's attack without even looking at him, then delivered a kick powered by his aura, throwing him several meters.
As Ashurin was trying to get up, his right hand immediately exploded, and a message in the form of a blood-red lotus flower appeared, on which was written:
\[Borrower's name: Ashurin
Borrower's title: Ruler of the Lions
Gender: Transgender
Race: an absolute entity
Age: 34 thousand years
Lender's name: Jihao Yuxuan
Lender's title: Venerable Venerable, Lotus Flower
Gender: Transgender
Race: an absolute entity
Age: 70 thousand years
Debts owed by the Master of the Black Ruler Ashurin to the Venerable Master, Lotus Flower, Jihao Yuxuan:
1\. He raised his strength from Level 3 INF-0 to ORR-05, at 12:34 midday.
2\. Lending him an amount of power of 465 deshiliar AP, at 14:45 p.m.
3\. Lending him the Sin of Pride Wing, from the Lord of Sins Wings sequence, at 15:57 PM.
The price agreed upon by both parties, with evidence proving this from the borrower's words.
The Black Ruler gritted his teeth angrily, and signs of shock appeared on his face again, as he looked at a young man with inconspicuous facial features, standing several meters away from him.
"Do you want to survive, Lord of the Blacks, and take revenge on Duke Reinhardt de Moliard?"
Jihao Yuxuan's tone was seductive in agreement, while an overbearing aura hovered around him.
The Black Ruler looked at Reinhardt, who was frozen in place like a damaged doll, and looked at him for several seconds before speaking in a tone filled with a thirst for revenge:
"Yes, I want to kill Reinhart de Moliard, no matter what the price I have to pay! I will not last long; my body will perish in a few hours, even if he does not kill me."
A malicious smile appeared on Jihao Yuxuan's face as he listened to the Black Lord's words.
"I will grant you the ability to complete the fight, but in return, you must give me your soul when you complete your revenge or when you die."
The Black Ruler's face showed signs of shock, but his memories of the humiliating losses and defeats that Reinhardt had inflicted on him made him grit his teeth, his face red with anger.
"I agree! Just give me the power back!"
"Ha-ha-ha-ha! I like your insistence, but remember my words carefully; there is no going back!"
Jihao Yuxuan snapped his fingers, and time went back several minutes, before the Black Lord exited the special dimension.
Invisible lotus flowers began to spread around his body, destroying him very slowly.
A loud scream was heard by the tattoo of the Wing of the Sin of Pride behind his back, and he fell back to the ground, ignoring Reinhardt.
He turned to him with looks full of sarcasm and contempt, and said:
"Ruler of the Lions, Asurin, or whatever name you call yourself, O God of the Sun, Asurin, why do I see you calling for help from the one you considered your slave? And why do I see you defeated every time by the one you considered a mere human? Has divinity become a word given to everyone who comes and goes? You don't even deserve to be a useless insect, you pathetic!"
"Look at you well, Ashurin! You are pitiful, like a dirty dog, and dogs are even better than you. Your body looks like it is about to die, and you have only used your wing for a few minutes, and yet you are dying! That wing was not yours in the first place, and its original owner did not give it to you in its entirety. You swore to God, and considered yourself a god, and then swore by his prophet! What a fool you are! Your pathetic death will be an example to all who covet power that comes as charity." From others!"
Reinhardt's gaze was filled with contempt and mockery, as he looked at Asurin who was getting up with difficulty.
Reinhardt didn't care if Asurin was fighting him face to face or if this happened to him; He could have easily killed him if he wanted to.
Having a second-level King Sovereignty Master Pavilion, and being close to reaching the third level, makes him two and a half ranks stronger than Asurin.
But he wanted to see his pitiful death with his own eyes; He knew that this would be his fate, after witnessing his conversation with the Venerable Lotus Flower, Jihao Yuxuan. Although he did not know the identity of the latter, he knew the price of lending the ward: death.
The same was true for Jihao Yuxuan, which is why he did what he did to speed up the process; He needed to make Asuren's spirit more mature within a short time, and the Pavilion was also a very expensive loan, which greatly reduced the loan grace period.
However, the Black Ruler Ashurin did not hear a word Reinhardt said, nor did he even see him; They were in a separate world, or in a space beyond the comprehension of any entity, except for the person whose owner wanted to see or perceive him.
Ashurin's body was surrounded by hundred-petaled lotus flowers, and next to her was a man with attractive and symmetrical features, pinkish-crimson hair that reached his waist, tied into a ponytail, and eyes with lotus-shaped irises, wearing a hanfu that mixed charcoal black and crimson red.
The man looked at Ashurin with pure contempt and coldness, then spoke in a calm tone that made him seethe with anger:
"Ashurin, your end was ironic. I enjoyed seeing you, the orcs, the wolves, and the goblins fighting your enemies."
"You will be the first among them, yet do not blame me for making you my food. Your greed, selfishness, laziness, and arrogance are the reasons for what is happening to you today. If you had refused, you would still be alive and able to take revenge, but you failed, Asurin."
"Your desire for revenge has blinded you and made you a worthless and foolish person."
Ashurin could not pronounce a single word, he had lost the ability to speak.
His facial features turned black as he watched Venerable Venerable Lotus Flower Jihao Yuxuan transform into a giant black dragon with crystal horns, emitting an extremely powerful death aura.
Ashurin desperately wanted to scream, but he couldn't, as the dragon swallowed him in one mouthful.
Sounds of tearing flesh and shattering bones began to emerge from his mouth. Several seconds passed before he returned to his original body, with a small smile on his face, as he looked at the embodiment of the hundred-petaled lotus flower, three of which had regained its energy, and colors mixing pink and red appeared on it.
"Good, there are only twenty petals left. It seems that it is more difficult than it was before; there were thirteen petals left. It's okay."
Venerable Venerable Lotus Flower Jihao Yuxuan spoke as he looked at the lotus flower embodiment.
In the real world, Reinhardt was looking at the corpse of the Black Ruler Asurin, which had been reduced to small pieces of flesh, while his eyes, entrails, and the rest of his organs were disintegrated and mixed with the bones.
There was almost nothing left of it; The remains of his body turned into golden relic dust, before they in turn ceased to exist, being reclaimed to be transformed into fuel for Venerable Venerable Lotus Pavilion, the lotus flower, Jihao Yuxuan.
Thus the fight between Reinhardt de Moliard and the Black Ruler Ashurin ended with Reinhardt's victory.
But he won not only because he was able to, but because Asurin was merely a toy in the hands of an entity immeasurably more powerful than him.