Endless Horde: Through the Eyes of a Godking

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In the middle of an island surrounded by the sea and shrouded by the storm, two figures could be seen fighting fiercely.

One was a masked man with long blue hair tied into a ponytail. He wielded a spear that was about as long as his height; the spear might even be a little bit longer, actually.

His momentum and spirit were fierce, just like the raging storm shrouding the island; his movements too were calamitous. It's like he was the eye of this storm, its origin, the reason why it appeared in the first place.

Yet despite this apparent fierceness, he was frustrated because nothing he did shook his opponent, who was none other than Cedric.

Cedric calmly looked at the fierce warrior attacking him. Deep down, he was a little bit impressed. This person had high achievements in terms of spear arts. He even comprehended the concept of the storm along with his spearmanship, and Cedric could tell that his main affinities were water and lightning.

Every time the spearman attacked, he was like a descending calamity. All of his moves carried the weight of the sea and thunderous fury. The ground Cedric was standing on had suffered immensely because of his ferocity.

And yet, this was barely enough to move Cedric, and this frustrates the spearman a lot.

From the moment the fight started until now, Cedric only moved a couple of inches from where he was standing previously. It was the spearman who took the initiative, yet he couldn't get any advantage at all.

Every attack he threw at Cedric was parried, deflected, neutralized, or outright ignored. All Cedric displayed so far was his expertise with the sword, even though his opponent was going all out from the start. The image paints a clear picture that Cedric wasn't treating his opponent seriously at all.

But that's definitely up to the beholder's interpretation.

Cedric obviously doesn't think this way. In his opinion, he was just making a stand. If he truly didn't regard his opponent with anything, he would've finished this match as soon as it began. After all, he's on a completely different level compared to this guy.

The fact that he's allowing himself to be a sharpening stone for the other party is already an honor that most wouldn't receive from an Immortal like him. Not that he thought of himself too highly, though.

With his frustration climbing to the peak, the spearman roared and used more of his origin energy.

The storm above them raged even more fiercely in response to his anger. Lightning and thunder boom as if the gods were angry and decided to punish mortals by sending a flood that would reset civilization back to the Stone Age.

With a thrust of his spear, the man's momentum peaked. His move seemingly summoned a great tide to crash to the island, representing the great wrath of the sea crashing to Cedric.

With an impressed glint in his eyes, Cedric grinned beneath his mask. He'd admit that his opponent this time was really fierce.

Yet this wasn't enough. Not even close.

Cedric gripped his sword just a bit tighter, and it caused the sword to emit a faint but sharp whistle.

He then took a step forward, and suddenly, his sword intent rose to the skies.

Time seemingly stopped, and space suddenly stilled. The spearman's eyes dilated; a sudden rush of terror flooded his heart. He could feel his heartbeat in his ears, and his face blanched in horror as he witnessed the unbelievable sight before him.

In his eyes, his opponent was no longer a person but instead a gigantic sword. One that rose from out of nowhere and released an unparalleled sharpness that sliced through everything.

The tide, the storm, his momentum, his energy, his influence, and domain...all of it were mercilessly severed by that sword. And it hasn't even sliced him, actually. All it did was to appear, and suddenly, everything he knew was lost.

In that sword's presence, everything else was secondary or plainly unworthy. The moment it appeared, it overshadowed everything. Even the gods have to stay silent in respect to it, or else they too would be sliced by it.

The sword's appearance was enough to pacify the storm and the raging seas. In an instant, the world calmed down, reverting to its usual state before the spearman tainted it with his domain. The skies cleared up; not even a trace of dark clouds remained behind. Light returned to the world, warming up the earth with its innate blessings.

All of this made the spearman speechless. That sword was so sharp that it even sliced his fury and frustrations as well. All that was left in him was a great sense of defeat, knowing that he couldn't possibly stand up to a sword like that.

Beep!

[You win! ]

Cedric saw the message, indicating that his opponent surrendered.

He was disappointed but not surprised. He'd probably feel the same if he was in the guy's shoes. Though, with all the aggression and ferocity that his opponent displayed earlier, he expected some stubbornness or defiance at least, not an outright surrender, and that's what disappointed him.

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Cedric went for another match after that one.

This time, his opponent was fiercer compared to the spearman.

It was a man with short brown hair. He wore heavy plated armor and wielded a warhammer, which he swung around like it was weightless.

His opponent was a muscleman; he's about seven feet tall and had really thick arms and thighs. He wore a helmet that covered his face but was rendered useless under Cedric's gaze. Despite his hulking size, the man surprisingly looked youthful and innocent.

Without seeing his actual size and body frame, just his face alone will make anyone think that they're talking to a child. It's such a contrasting visual, making it highly unusual.

Yet again, despite that seemingly angelic and innocent face, this dude was surprisingly fierce and sinister with that warhammer of his.

That warhammer must be as heavy as an island or two, yet he waved it around like it weighs nothing. Cedric hadn't seen any runes or enchantments that negated the hammer's weight for its user, which means that this person was indeed wielding the hammer as is, and that's even more terrifying.

Suffice it to say, this guy was gifted in the physical aspects of his capabilities. Cedric wouldn't be surprised if he was born with Innate Divine Strength, or so they call it. And from what it looks like, it's clear that he has taken advantage of that very well.

If the spearman from before was like a descending calamity, then this guy was straight-up destruction given form and thought.

He was perversely strong, so much so that the arena had to adjust in the middle of their fight because his overwhelming might caused the initial map to crumble under his power.

The map was literally destroyed by him in just a matter of minutes. The arena had to change their venue into the vacuum of outer space so that the guy could use more of his strength without worrying about his environment.

Yet again...despite the clear difference in strength output, the hulkling still failed to defeat Cedric.

The hulkling felt like he was hitting air, rendering his efforts useless at all. Even though he felt the sensation and the feedback of the hit, Cedric still stood before him, intact and not injured in the slightest.

Parries, deflects, and neutralization—that's all Cedric did to remain unharmed under the fierce assault of the hulk. These were a few basic moves of sword arts, yet in his hands, they're more than enough to keep him alive for this match.

Just like the spearman from before, the hulk also felt the same frustration facing Cedric.

He was too stable and slippery; fighting him is like hitting cotton.

As the match went on, the hulk lost count of how many asteroid fields he destroyed. Yet even after all that, he still couldn't hurt his opponent at all.

The worst part? Cedric hasn't even fought back yet.

He just stood there and took everything without losing too much ground. He was pushed back, yes, but that's only normal given how perversely strong this person was, yet it never mattered too much since Cedric still wasn't eliminated.

But once again, Cedric decided that this fight has gone on long enough.

However, unlike before, Cedric didn't display any grand display of strength. He called out to his sword intent, yes, but he didn't display the same gigantic sword from before.

Instead, he finished everything quickly. So quickly that his opponent was completely caught off guard.

Cedric's sword emitted a golden light—...no, it would be more appropriate to say that the sword itself turned into a golden light.

One that crossed the distance between them and pierced a gaping hole in the chest of the hulk.

It happened so fast that the hulking didn't even see it coming. He didn't even feel pain once he discovered the wound.

Then, as he raised his head. A beam of golden light swallowed his perception. Yet in truth, it's far simpler.

Cedric sent a beam of light that penetrated his head. And that's what ended this match.