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"This is truly good, truly a rare disadvantage. In such a predicament, I'm almost boiling with excitement!"
Tony, the King of Swords, whose one arm was severed, struggled and staggered backwards.
On his pure face, there was not a trace of fear or horror. It was as if pain itself did not exist.
Like a small tree swaying in the wind, this man stood there, gripping his sword, slightly trembling.
However, even so, it seemed he could be completely blown to the ground by the strong wind billowing across the airport at any moment.
But as long as that sword, that silver longsword, that mottled longsword with unparalleled sharpness, was still firmly grasped in his hand, he would absolutely not allow it to be easily taken from him.
The blood spurting from his wound was also blocked by the Authority, and Tony, seemingly unaffected, just curled his lips into a brilliant smile.
That slightly sunny smile, coupled with the blood splattered on his frail body, was so chilling that it made one shiver.
Rather than saying he was a severely wounded warrior on the verge of death, it was more like he was a blood-soaked, unrecognizable, savage beast whose ferocity had been unleashed.
This injury was close to the misery he felt when he, as a human, slew 'Alvida of Silver Arm' back then.
His lower abdomen was pierced by a long spear, his left arm was severed, and layers upon layers of injuries covered his body. He was literally torn to shreds.
Such a tragic injury was fatal for any human.
But he was a Godslayer, the so-called 'Son of the Sufferer'. No matter how tragic his injuries, what could it possibly mean?
Or rather, the more tragic his injuries, the more they could ignite his fighting spirit.
Even such an utterly exaggerated injury, for him, was instead like recovering that unique feeling he had when he was still human and fought against the God of Non-Action, that absolutely undeniable martial art.
Moments later, Tony slowly stood firm. With his only remaining right arm, he raised the giant sword in his hand and pointed it directly at Gilgamesh.
Fresh blood had already soaked his eyes, making his vision slightly blurry. The massive loss of blood also made him feel a sense of powerlessness emanating from the depths of his heart.
But, none of this was important, none of it was important!
At this moment, he was no longer the so-called Godslayer, the so-called King of Swords.
He was just a knight, a swordsman, an undefeated warrior holding such a sharp weapon!
He laughed heartily and boisterously, then fiercely lowered the silver longsword in his hand.
"Indeed, you are indeed a good opponent."
Tony said this with a somewhat hoarse voice due to excessive blood loss. Even though he was heavily wounded, his tone was still so cheerful and sunny, as if he truly felt no pain at all.
"Then, I too will use my full power, all my means, to fight you."
As he spoke, a faint, grayish-blue aura gradually emanated from his body, carrying an extremely oppressive majesty, fiercely pressing down on this land.
The sturdy runway, which had been specially reinforced, was slightly pressed down by that pressure.
Blood once again welled up from the wounds on Tony's body. At the same time, streaks of light encircled his side.
That was Authority, almost unparalleled Authority.
Even hundreds or even thousands of sorcerers combined would be far inferior to this immense Authority.
And at the same time, the silver longsword in his hand, its silver light flickering slightly, gradually transformed into a dazzling and blinding radiance.
That extremely hard 'Steel Protection' also seemed to become thicker and even more impenetrable at this moment.
Without a doubt, this guy, whether it was Authority or Authority, or even his most basic physical quality, had been greatly amplified.
And that, was precisely the power of Authority!
"Oopsie-daisy, this is my first time using such power too. This is the Authority I just snatched. I really need to test it to know if it's easy to use!"
Tony spoke with a slightly idiotic tone, while casually swinging the silver longsword in his hand, as if re-familiarizing himself with the power he had just gained.
However, he only swung his sword slightly. He only slightly swung the silver longsword.
On the ground, on the runway dozens of meters away, as Tony swung his sword, streaks of wounds, several meters long and half a meter deep, appeared silently.
This was no longer a strong degree. At this moment, Tony only needed to casually swing the longsword in his hand to achieve the same power as when he flew past an aircraft.
"Such Authority, I can't control it. If it weren't for the pain you gave me, the injuries you inflicted, I'm afraid even if this Authority were activated, I wouldn't be able to use it at all."
He said calmly, but his cheerful face carried a hint of a smile.
That was the Authority named 'God's Wine of Orcus'. Although it would make him lose his reason, it would also amplify all his Authorities, as well as his most basic physical qualities.
However, in this situation, in this dying state, Tony clearly surpassed the limitations of this Authority. While maintaining the wisdom of a warrior, he unleashed this Authority.
At this moment, his strength was incomparably terrifying. The slashes brought by the reinforced Silver Arm were constantly mutilating this world. As long as he gently swung his hand, even space itself would be shattered.
As if adapting to the longsword in his hand, Tony's face now wore a slightly idiotic, sunny smile, like the power he had just gained.
He lightly leveled the crude longsword that radiated dazzling silver light. Then, the look in his eyes became incomparably sharp.
Without a doubt, this was a challenge to the ruler.
Gilgamesh's crimson eyes, also slightly opened at this moment, and the constant contempt for this King of Swords, had gradually vanished.
What remained was only killing intent. Endless killing intent for the fellow who dared to challenge kingship and provoke a king.
Tony lightly stomped on the solid runway ground, then slightly estimated the distance between the two.
Then, he fiercely stepped onto the grayish-blue ground.
As the ground was completely pulverized under an unparalleled immense force, Tony instantly broke through the sound barrier's wall of aura.
The next moment, he appeared in front of Gilgamesh.
Immediately after, the silver, incomparably sharp longsword, sharp enough to cut through everything, swung down fiercely without a trace of hesitation!