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After nearly three hours of battle, once again being struck into the stone by Lian Yun, the Overlord no longer emerged. As the dust settled, his towering figure lay within the stone.
With a simple motion, under the overwhelming aura of dominance, he gave off an impression of sitting upon a throne.
After a few moments of silence, the Overlord suddenly raised his hand and shouted into the air, "Giant Halberd!"
In an instant, a tremendous force gathered from the ground and transformed into a single-edged halberd in the Overlord's hand.
As the halberd took shape, the Overlord's aura surged dramatically.
To be honest, for someone like the Overlord, had it not been for his separation from his corpse for thousands of years, he could have easily been at an imperial level upon his emergence. Moreover, at the time of his rebirth, he had already had part of his realm absorbed by Lian Yun and others.
Now he was merely at a high-level Emperor Realm, but with his mind restored, he was not something an ordinary Peerless Monarch could compare to; at least Yang Zai Xing was far from being his match.
In just a few breaths, the aura radiating from the Overlord forced Lian Yun to reveal a serious expression.
This was truly exceptional. While Lian Yun had made significant progress daily, compared to the current Overlord, he felt utterly overshadowed.
However, Lian Yun did not feel envy; instead, he sensed the profound meaning contained within the words "Giant Halberd" as they left the Overlord's lips.
This essence was something Lian Yun had never experienced before; neither Half-Emperor Bai Qi nor Emperor Yi had ever conveyed such a feeling. Yet upon hearing it now, Lian Yun found himself grasping a deep understanding almost instantly.
It was as if he had always possessed it but had never realized it.
Suddenly, an imposing aura emanated from Lian Yun as he waved his hand and declared, "Sword come!"
Wu Tai instantly appeared in Lian Yun's grasp. However, unlike before, this time Wu Tai exuded an unprecedented aura—neither heavy nor sharp but possessing a momentum that suggested it could cleave through anything.
"Come and fight!"
The Overlord shouted, his presence overwhelming as he thrust his spear forward, embodying the essence of Lian Yun's sword-drawing technique.
Lian Yun, naturally, did not dare to be careless. With a swift motion, he lightly deflected the Overlord's spear and then advanced instead of retreating, closing the distance and aiming his sword at the Overlord's chest.
However, the Overlord did not back down either. He simply rotated the spear, using one hand to slice towards Lian Yun's neck with the edge of the blade. His speed was even faster than Lian Yun's, and if Lian Yun did not evade, he would either die or suffer serious injury.
This was a case of "an inch longer means an inch stronger."
Yet Lian Yun remained undaunted. While lowering his body to dodge, he thrust Sword One directly at the Overlord's forehead, demonstrating that "an inch shorter means an inch more dangerous."
There was no clear winner; it was merely a matter of the lengths of their weapons.
After that, Lian Yun engaged in close combat to suppress the advantage of the Overlord's long spear. But the Overlord was unafraid, wielding his spear with fluidity as if it were an extension of himself.
In terms of combat experience, Lian Yun might have some, but it could never compare to the battle-hardened Western Chu Overlord. During their fight, it seemed as though neither had the upper hand; however, in reality, Lian Yun found himself in more precarious situations.
Yet this only fueled Lian Yun's determination to continue.
What a wonderful opportunity for honing skills and learning! If he missed this chance, who knew when the next would come? Moreover, as the saying goes, "A day apart feels like three autumns." Who could say how strong the Overlord would become by their next encounter?
Lian Yun and the Overlord fought with great enthusiasm, but this left Fan Zeng and Yu Ji on the sidelines feeling anxious yet overjoyed. Both were moved to tears but refrained from speaking out against it. After all, battling with Lian Yun was not necessarily a missed opportunity for the Overlord.
It was important to note that few could stand against the Overlord in combat today.
The battle lasted half a day, but Lian Yun felt the need to pause and reflect before he could continue. The Overlord did not insist further; after stepping back, he bowed his head respectfully to Fan Zeng and Yu Ji, saying, "I pay my respects to Father and to Yu Ji."
To Fan Zeng, the Overlord naturally held great respect, while he treated Yu Ji with equal courtesy. The two quickly stepped forward, and Yu Ji performed a graceful bow, saying, "Yu Ji pays her respects to the Overlord."
Then she directly linked her arm with the Overlord's. Fan Zeng also returned the gesture of respect before explaining the current state of the world to the Overlord without any reservations, transmitting his thoughts directly.
On Lian Yun's side, he paid little attention to this exchange. Confirming that the Overlord had no intention of being adversarial towards him, he retreated to one side, sat cross-legged, and summoned the Twelve Fierce Warriors to meditate alone.
Upon seeing the Overlord, the Twelve Fierce Warriors hurriedly approached to pay their respects and then communicated some matters with Fan Zeng. Their main concern was the agreement between Lian Yun and themselves.
Lian Yun had intended to absorb two levels of their realms. When Lian Yun returned to Huaxia, they were only at C Grade Peak Emperor Realm, which placed them in the middle of Monarch status as Medium Monarchs. Therefore, in recent days, Lian Yun hoped they could break through to Second-Rank Monarch. This way, absorbing two levels would not cause them to fall back to King's Realm.
In fact, just two days prior, they had already broken through but had not emerged because they were stabilizing their realms while trying to elevate their power as much as possible in return for Lian Yun's kindness.
It should be noted that even a slight increase in realm for a Second-Rank Monarch could represent a Realm Power significantly higher than that of lower ranks.
After listening to the Twelve Fierce Warriors' words, the Overlord nodded in acknowledgment but remained silent. He walked over to the riverbank, sat down on the ground, and gazed across.
"To live as a hero among men; to die as a ghostly champion. To this day I think of Xiang Yu and cannot bear to cross the river east." Whose words were these?
"These were written by Li Qingzhao, a female poet of the Song Dynasty, twelve hundred years later," Fan Zeng replied with a slight smile.
This was indeed a legacy that would last through time; moreover, for the Overlord—considered a 'loser'—to have such renown was perhaps more remarkable than that of a victor.
However, the Overlord merely nodded, his expression neither joyful nor sorrowful. After a long while, he finally said, "Father, I do not wish to contend with the world in this lifetime!"
"Of course!" Fan Zeng continued to smile.
He had no intention of competing for power; he simply wished to assist the Overlord if that was his desire. Now that the Overlord did not wish to vie for supremacy, he would follow him and walk alongside him.
However, the Twelve Fierce Warriors suddenly revealed a hint of despair.
They had guarded the Overlord for thousands of years, and now that he did not wish to compete, they felt like useless beings. In that case, it would be better to end their lives.
"You are all loyal and righteous individuals. I am honored to have you by my side," the Overlord said.
"We dare not."
The Overlord shook his head and continued, "Lian Yun helped me escape and return to life, and now he aids me in my recovery. This kindness is difficult to repay. However, I cannot lower myself to become his subordinate. Instead, you should repay his kindness on my behalf and follow him!"
"As for your kindness towards me..."
"Our lives were saved by the Overlord, so guarding you for ten thousand years is not a debt of gratitude. We will faithfully obey your command."
(End of Chapter)
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