Second World Novel

“Master?” Leavemealone was surprised by Domon’s words. He stopped attacking Wong.

Wong was the leader of the enemy group here. He was also one of the outworlders who was appointed to fill up one of the empty portraits for the military leaders, so he had authority over the native soldiers.

“Everyone, stop…!!” Wong used mana manipulation in his voice. Everyone heard it. The ethereal soldiers and the players under his command stopped fighting after hearing this order.

Jeanny also ordered her people to stand down. She didn’t know why Domon agreed to the duel, but as long as the enemies didn’t chase after the fleeing draconian soldiers, then their objective was fulfilled.

Soundeffect came to Wong’s side. “Master Wong, our order is to chase the fleeing draconian army. We can’t stop.”

“Shut up! I give the order here!” Wong exclaimed.

Soundeffect was unhappy with the order, but he didn’t dare to defy Wong.

Domon approached Wong and said, “Let my friends go, and I will duel you until we have a clear winner.”

“Hmph! If I let them go. How do I know you won’t just turn tail and run?” Wong asked.

“I give you my word as a fellow martial artist. I won’t go back on it,” Domon replied.

𝔫𝔬𝒱𝑬𝐥𝑵𝖊xt.𝐜𝞸𝐌

Wong gave Domon a hard stare. If it was any other person who uttered those words, he would just treat them as dog farts, but Domon was not any other person. He was a martial grandmaster.

Seeing that Wong was seemingly considering Domon’s request, Soundeffect couldn’t keep his cool. “Master Wong, letting the draconian soldiers free is already wrong. We can’t let these players go as well!”

“I said, shut up!!” Wong gave Soundeffect a backhand punch. The punch was so sudden and extremely fast. Soundeffect didn’t know what had happened until he was flying in the air with pain in his cheek.

“I can’t completely let your people go, but I will give them a one-minute head start,” Wong said to Domon.

“Give my people a three minutes head start,” Domon said.

“One minute!” Wong exclaimed. He wasn’t interested in negotiating.

Domon turned to Jeanny and said, “Go!”

“Master, I won’t leave you,” Leavemealone uttered.

“If you consider me as your master, then you listen to me. I said, go!”

“Five seconds have passed,” Wong warned.

Hearing Wong’s words, Jeanny knew she couldn’t let go of the chance Domon has given. Even if Domon died, he would only lose one level. She sent the command to everyone to mount their steed and leave.

When she summoned her steed, it was a creature with the front half of an eagle while its hind half was that of a horse. It was a hippogriff, a unique-grade steed. This flying steed was the reason she could cross the border region between Themisphere and Hydrurond in just two days.

“Haon, let’s go!” Jeanny called. The others had also summoned their steeds.

Leavemealone was still unwilling, but Domon’s stern stare forced him to obey. He summoned his steed. He, Jeanny, and the others rode away in the direction where the fleeing soldiers had gone to.

World Maker members and the ethereal soldiers just stood there and watched. They didn’t move until Wong finally gave them the word.

“Go,” Wong uttered.

They rushed forward chasing the outworlders who had an almost one-minute head start. Soundeffect glanced at Wong in hatred as he passed by. Wong didn’t spare him any attention. Wong’s eyes remained on Domon, who also stood still while everyone rushed past him.

After a while, everyone was gone. The grove was now empty and quiet. Only the two of them stood still while staring at one another.

Domon broke the silence first. “You didn’t ask some of your underlings to stay? I thought you would want a witness to the result of this fight.”

“When people see your level is back to 1, people will know the result of this fight,” Wong answered.

Wong didn’t see Domon wearing an amulet of rebirth. Wong was also not wearing one. But even if Domon died, he won’t return to level 1 because of the resurrection chapel in Heavenly Citadel. Domon didn’t bother explaining, though.

Domon took action first. He unequipped all his armor. He was bare-chested, leaving only simple pants on. This act confused Wong.

“What are you doing?” Wong asked.

“Didn’t you want to determine who is the better martial artist? How can we do that if our winning and losing are affected by the difference in our equipment?”

“Hahaha,” Wong laughed after hearing it. He did the same as Domon. His armor was soon gone, leaving only pants.

His body didn’t lose to Domon’s. It was full of well-toned muscle. The two were old men who should have been past their primes, but both had the physicality that very few men had ever achieved, in any age range. The difference between their body was that Domon was slightly taller while Wong was slightly broader.

“Both of us are level 66, so I take it that our attributes shouldn’t be that far different,” Domon said.

“Which made this a fair fight. You won’t have an excuse when you lose,” Wong uttered.

“Unfortunately, I have a super rare bloodline, which passively increases my attributes. Nothing I can do about it.”

“Don’t worry. I also have a super rare bloodline,” Wong said. His bloodline was Ancient Ape bloodline. One that improved by devouring humanoid-type monster essences.

“Then that means everything is settled,” Domon said. “I assume game skills are prohibited as well?”

“You assume correctly,” Wong replied. His body then shot up high into the air.

Battle Monk had super jump ability, but Wong’s jump was further enhanced by mana manipulation which he focused on his feet before pushing himself off the ground. This caused him to jump even higher than a normal battle monk’s super jump. His jump was almost six meters high. He then came down right above Domon with a powerful axe kick.

Such an unusual jump would have surprised anyone, but Domon remained calm under unexpected circumstances.

Domon moved away as the axe kick came crashing into the ground. The powerful mana accompanying the kick caused the ground to cave in.

Normally, the time when someone just finished an attack was also the time when that person was most open to attack. Yet, Domon didn’t attack. He continued to back away, which was the right thing to do because Wong’s other leg performed a roundhouse kick just when the first kick hit the ground.

The roundhouse kick was so powerful that the air wave caused by the kick made Domon feel as if he was lashed by a whip.

“Impressive,” Domon praised.

“We are just starting, former champ,” Wong replied.