Whoosh...

The Six-winged Angel thrusted with his sword, leaving a trail of ionic waves in his flight path, and can you believe it, the attack actually went astray? Dovir couldn't believe it; his opponent was facing away from him. Even if the Revenge Shadow Rider was facing away, he shouldn't have been able to dodge this triple-speed assault, especially since the Revenge Shadow Rider wasn't originally a defensive fighter. Could it be, was this person cheating?

Dovir instantly became dumbfounded, hurriedly gathering his wits to send a follow-up attack at Apophis, oblivious to the fact that it was the result of Brother Hugo's urgent warning.

Boom! The void trembled once again, the attack failed, and the silent cosmos seemed to ripple from the collision.

"Your opponent is me," said Hugo, his voice calm, but his facial expression was anything but. Dovir had improved again; even Hugo felt the force of the strike was very strong, which showed that Dovir was always growing.

Dovir couldn't detect the tone of pride in the other's voice. To him, it was essential to attack and tie up the enemy, boom, another sword thrust followed, and as the sword was thrust, it mysteriously transformed into two swords—the ever-successful Phantom Double Sword Strike pressing down.

This technique was not to be underestimated, but it was completely ineffective against Hugo since he knew Dovir's attack patterns well. Dovir, on the other hand, didn't know who his opponent was, which was an advantage for Hugo from the start.

As the clashes continued, sparks flew in all directions... Despite this, Hugo didn't have an easy time. He was not a fighter with high defense and a lot of health. Under continuous special move suppression, Hugo began to retaliate because he knew his limits were about to be reached. If he kept on defending, even he would be in danger.

Whoosh...

Hugo swung his sword in a sweeping motion, easily breaking the attack, simply shattering the Phantom Dual Swords.

The timing of this swing was exquisitely precise; a moment too early or too late would not have worked. Had it been too early, he would have been stuck to the double swords, only making himself more passive and allowing his opponent to get even closer.

And a moment too late, it would have been better not to strike at all because by the time you swung your sword, the opponent's Phantom Double Sword Strike would already be thundering down on you. Have you ever imagined the feeling when you stand still, holding a large sword and chopping downward? It's like, as you make that motion, the opponent's bullet has already been shot straight at you.

Who would have thought that the opponent could make such a miraculous judgment in such a split second? That was the only drawback of the Phantom Double Sword Strike. Dovir's level was not yet perfect in avoiding vulnerabilities during an attack, but his opponent just...

Even top fighters would struggle to find such a pattern in such a brief moment of time. Dovir was perplexed yet again, unprepared...

One must know that the counter-sweep that just broke the move was executed under the pressure of Dovir's accumulated force. Any faster or slower, and it could have led to a dire situation, but the opponent struck just right in that fleeting instant.

Dovir suddenly lost his dream, this person, this person must have paid to cheat—no, it must have been a coincidence just now.

"You have disappointed me greatly," Hugo's timely voice message came through.

Dovir was slightly startled, "What... what did you say?"

"Nothing much, is this really the highest standard of the Federation? That's all there is to it," Hugo replied.

Chewing on these words, Dovir nearly gritted his teeth as he retorted, "Bastard, say that again?"

"I've been clear enough, all the top-tier fighters of the Federation are trash. Is there anything wrong with that?"

These words immediately infuriated Dovir. Yes, everyone was entitled to look down on them, to curse at him—that was their freedom, which Dovir acknowledged was beyond his control. However, he would never allow a bastard to blaspheme the people he respected in front of him.

Whether it was Brother Hugo or Revenge Shadow Rider, whether it was General Greedy Wolf or Mu Tou, they had all been the supreme beings among their peers, the ones at the pinnacle of the world, and they were the ones he admired the most. Whenever he fell down, it was always Brother Hugo who encouraged him, and Revenge Shadow Rider, acting as a sort of mentor, was even more inclined to inspire him.

But undoubtedly, compared to these individuals, let alone the opponent standing before him now, who else in the world at their level would dare to declare a fight to the death or claim they were better shooters than Mu Tou? Even Sky Shadow, as the lead of the 12-star generals, was a unique existence. Looking back, he suddenly realized that those people seemed to have disappeared.

It was precisely because they were gone that those who liked to talk big dared to be disrespectful. Those were the monuments in Dovir's heart that could not be surpassed. He would not allow anyone to desecrate that last shred of his bottom line!

What does it mean to claim that top-tier Federation fighters only have that level of skill? Without having fought with that group of people, one could never understand how high the sky is or how vast the earth is. To combat someone like Revenge Shadow Rider was originally a symbol of honor, but in the eyes of these people, it had become so worthless? Dovir longed to see Revenge Shadow Rider personally teach this bastard a lesson!

In a moment, the seed of anger in Dovir's eyes instantly became a raging flame...

For some people, anger limits their performance, but for a few, it catalyzes rapid growth in the face of adversity... Clearly, Dovir belonged to the latter. As a new generation of the 12-star generals, his talent was only higher than Apophis's, and the potential he unleashed was even more terrifying. He aimed to show his opponent the terror of angering a warrior.

Suddenly, Dovir discarded his defense, his expression calmer than before, as another weapon slowly popped out from the sheath on his back.

He had originally planned to use it on his opponent in a moment of crisis, but it might as well be now. He wanted to let those who spoke carelessly understand that there are some things you just can't say.

The Six-winged Angel engine roared to life, propelling him towards Hugo. This time, Dovir's charge was not very fast, but something about it seemed different.

Ha, that's more like it...

A gratified smile flickered across Hugo's face as he lunged at Dovir...

If all he had done could elevate Dovir's realm, allow him to progress, or even surpass him, he didn't mind using this seemingly foolish method. After all, apart from this, Hugo couldn't think of any other way to force Dovir to exceed his own strength.

Perhaps it was risky for himself, but Hugo knew that Dovir was more valuable, more worthy of cultivation. Compared to the younger generation, his own era had already gradually receded—no, he had never been the master of this era. Unlike Revenge Shadow Rider, he was neither exceptional nor outstanding; he was just an ordinary soldier, and everything he had attained was through relentless devilish training.

Hugo's efforts were no less than Mu Tou's. Some might say, after all, Mu Tou was a super-soldier, and so was he. But whereas Mu Tou had only been in the military for a few years in total, he was a veteran who had served for 20 years. Becoming a super-soldier of the Red Robe Realm, he had no regrets.

This was an era that belonged to geniuses. Dovir was the one who could influence the world's order, and he, having succeeded in his mission to aid Apophis, now found the time belonged to him.

Gazing at the fading lights of the Blaze Fleet, Hugo charged resolutely at Dovir. "Come on, let me see the true power of a Federation super-soldier."

In order to stimulate Dovir, Hugo also brought forth his strongest offensive as an attack-oriented soldier. Dovir saw a flash of light before his eyes and, although this strike was much quicker than the previous opponent's, it was not without chance. The fury within Dovir made him even calmer, or rather, in his eyes, Hugo's attack speed slowed more and more...

Clang... The Six-winged Angel met the charge with a one-handed sword, the long sword blocking the attack and then pressing down, followed by a leap forward wielding a second strike aimed directly at the vital points of Assembly 9th Generation.

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