Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
How many times have I stood before her?
The black-haired man couldn’t remember the answer to this question anymore.
Ever since he learned her whereabouts, he had been constantly knocking on her door to request her help, but it always ended with him getting knocked out, other than his first encounter with her. It was no different this time.
“Hu… Hu… Hu…”
In a dimly-lit castle, the man gasped for air as he climbed up from a pile of rubble.
He glanced at the holy white armor he was wearing and saw that its light was starting to dim. This meant that he was reaching his limit.
Even so, he refused to give up. Brushing the rock fragments off himself, he struggled back onto his feet to face the lofty figure, who hadn’t moved a single step from the start to the end.
“…You still wish to continue this farce?” the black-haired, golden-eyed woman asked with a heavy voice.
“Mm,” the man replied affirmatively.
The woman was unsurprised by his answer, but this time around, she didn’t launch her attack right away. As she looked at the man struggling amidst the rubble, her icy-cold expression wavered for the first time. She let out a sigh and said, “I have said this many times. You can’t defeat me.”
“…”
“That’s the limit of what you Ackermanns can do. Give up.”
“…I’m surprised that you’d try to convince me to surrender.”
“It’s vexing to have to defeat the same opponent again and again,” the woman said as she slightly averted her gaze from the tottering man.
The man shook his head and said, “Defeat me? I don’t think you have done so yet. The first time we met, you told me not to appear before you again or else you’d make me suffer pain worse than death. You accomplished the latter, but not the former.”
Despite being barely propped up by a sword, the man looked at the woman with resolute eyes as he said with conviction, “I still stand before you. I haven’t lost yet.”
“…” Unlike before, the woman didn’t refute his words.
While she had spared his life solely because he was an Ackermann, she hadn’t gone easy on him at a
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