Fist to fist, flesh to flesh.

Doro and Mohe's fists are still colliding continuously, terrifying power surging repeatedly.

Mohe always says, "Like us, such great beings."

At this moment, there is no greatness to speak of, only two struggling against each other, fighting relentlessly as if they won't stop until one kills the other, like two 'madmen'.

"Mohe! The eternal has its eternity, but it is not a reason to deprive others of life and will!"

"I told you long ago! The strong have the freedom to be willful! If you want to say such things, say them after you defeat me! You once held the Hero's Sword! You defeated me back then, and now, the Hero's Sword, the Hero's Armor are still there! Why don't you draw the sword? Why don't you use it?!"

"That belongs to him! Even if he was a forged being! He still fulfilled the duty of a hero, fought against the destructors of the world until he was exhausted, fought until the very end! If there is one person in this world qualified to be called the Hero, then it is not me! It is him! I sincerely express my respect to him!"

Doro clamped Mohe's neck tightly with both hands, but the Demon King would not suffocate because of this; her slender neck seemed like it would be snapped by Doro in the next second, yet it was extraordinarily resilient. Her two slender arms clasped Doro's strong arms, gradually moving them away from her neck: "Qualified to be called the Hero? The weak are just the weak, unable to conquer means unable to conquer. Misfortune is merely something we expelled, which this imposter couldn't even defeat. Being here proves that he is not a Hero! If he could truly bear this name, he would, like you, leap forward in such a battle! In such a battle! Reach a completely new realm! And not be a corpse like this!"

She grabbed Doro's arms and directly threw him over her shoulder, slamming him onto the ground. The terrifying power continually formed cracks in the ground, yet even with such a slam, it couldn't truly injure Doro. He was thrown down but still held onto Mohe's hands, then forcibly pulled Mohe down to the ground. At this moment, he directly sat on Mohe's waist, choking Mohe's neck: "Apologize to me."

Mohe once again reached out to yank Doro's fingers: "Such a thing doesn't deserve my apology? I only pay attention to those who are qualified. I can apologize to you, but I will never apologize to him!"

She raised her leg and kicked Doro in the back of the head, causing Doro to become dizzy. Then Mohe reversed the position and straddled Doro, continually punching his face: "And you, Doro! Did you really think you could defeat me? Pointing fingers at me here, do you know if you have such a qualification? You do not! I am the greatest being in this world! I have crossed countless times and ages! Your existence is because of me!"

It's because I created many things in this world, because I guided many of this world's species forward. It's because of my dominion, my indulgence, my expectations that there can be beings like you, Doro, born!

"You are merely a product of the world responding to my call, my desire, just because you killed me once, you think you can order me around, make me your tool! What do you count as!"

Crimson blood flows, Doro grasped Mohe's fist, his wounds healing rapidly: "What do I count as? Lost is just lost, Mohe, is it because the great Demon King can't afford to lose? If you really thought you could beat me, then why use such methods? If you think such things are child's play… it was originally just a small game, who plays a game seriously? Mohe, only you are so serious, and only you… can't afford to lose!"

"I can't afford to lose? Hahaha! Hahaha!"

Fists entwined once more, Mohe and Doro seemed insane, their laughter echoing continuously in the world, compared to which the tentacles in the sky seemed less terrifying, instead, the battle between the Demon King and the Human King seemed more likely to lead the world into annihilation.

In the end, when you boil it down—even the most kind-hearted person, the most friendly person, if one person wants to teach another person something, if one person wants another to understand their heart, to achieve communication and exchange of hearts… only battle! Only through such battles! Only such violence! Only the purest wishes… can make one realize the future's direction!

Does war still matter inside the Void Realm at this moment?

Just like Mohe once said, it doesn't matter at all, the truly important result has always only been who, between Doro and Mohe, is stronger!

Mohe indeed couldn't afford to lose, she created such a situation, caused so many accidents—just to weaken Doro.

The world is going to destroy!

Can you still calmly duel with me?

What about the war in the Void Realm? Don't you care?

Aren't you afraid, I have left many contingencies in the Void Realm that can truly kill people?

Like that, she hoped such things would affect Doro's state—for instance, Morgan's death, for instance, the death of that fake A·Gedora… she needed a flaw.

Yet there was none.

In such a battle, the only thing Mohe could be sure of, the only thing she could understand was one… that is, that Doro indeed loved herself deeply.

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