Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives



Villain Ch 398. Father And Son [Part 2]

The countdown reached zero, and the arena was bathed in an eerie silence. In that frozen moment, neither of them moved a muscle. Their avatars stood opposite each other, locked in an intense stare-down, as if trying to read each other's thoughts.

The tension was palpable, and it seemed like the entire virtual world held its breath, waiting for the first strike to be made. It was a battle of wills, a test of patience and strategy, and neither Allen nor Jordan was willing to give an inch. The seconds stretched into eternity as they continued to size each other up, each waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.

"Why aren't those two moving?" Larissa whispered, her voice barely audible in the tense atmosphere.

"They're looking for openings in each other," Zoe replied in a low voice, her eyes fixed on the intense duel unfolding before them.

"And none of them have it," Bella chimed in with a serious tone, her gaze unwavering.

Alice, usually full of jokes, also wore a serious expression as she observed the match. The playful banter among them had given way to the gravity of the situation.

Even Emma, who had been confident in her father's abilities, now shared the same serious expression as the others. This battle was proving to be more challenging than anyone had expected.

The intense duel continued. Allen began to realize that the match wasn't progressing as he had initially anticipated. In an effort to gain a better understanding of Jordan's abilities, he decided to test the waters and lure his opponent into revealing his true skills.

With a swift movement, Allen subtly shifted the position of his blades, a subtle adjustment that was enough to pique Jordan's interest. In response, Jordan didn't hesitate. He lunged forward with remarkable speed, closing the gap between them in an instant.

Allen, ready to defend himself, expected Jordan to attack head-on. However, Jordan had something different in mind. In a surprising twist, he leaped into the air, shifting the orientation of his blades as he prepared to strike down upon his opponent with a deadly overhead stab.

Shock rippled through Allen as he swiftly abandoned his initial plan to brush off Jordan's attack. In a split second, he understood the gravity of the situation. With lightning-fast reflexes, he shifted his body to the side, narrowly evading the deadly blades that descended like a guillotine.

The blades missed their mark by a mere two inches, leaving Allen acutely aware of the perilous dance they were engaged in. The closeness of that encounter only fueled his determination, and he knew he couldn't underestimate Jordan's formidable combat skills.

In a breathtaking exchange of moves, Allen responded by swiftly swinging his blades in a deadly cross motion aimed at Jordan's neck. He hoped to catch his opponent off guard, but Jordan's agility shone as he deftly ducked down, evading the lethal strike aimed at his throat.

Seizing the opportunity, Jordan retaliated with a lightning-quick slash of his own, directing his blades towards Allen's feet. However, Allen was not one to be caught so easily. With incredible reflexes, he executed a nimble jump, skillfully evading Jordan's attack. In mid-air, he executed a graceful maneuver, dancing backward to put some distance between himself and the relentless assault. The crowd held their collective breath, fully immersed in the intense duel unfolding before their eyes.

Jordan refused to let up on his relentless assault. In a rapid and fluid motion, he spun around and unleashed a flurry of slashes with his blades, targeting Allen with incredible speed and precision. Allen's eyes widened in astonishment as he observed Jordan's heightened agility and speed, which seemed to have surged beyond his previous expectations. The intensity of their duel continued to escalate, leaving the others on edge as they watched in awe.

Allen's determination surged as he gritted his teeth, meeting Jordan's rapid strikes with a series of skillful counterattacks. Clashing sounds echoed through the arena, creating a rhythmic cadence of combat. Their footwork was nothing short of mesmerizing as they maneuvered gracefully, attempting to dominate each other with their incredible speed and precision.

Their blades clashed with such intensity that each collision produced a brilliant flash of light. The spectators couldn't help but marvel at the astonishing display of skill and agility unfolding before them, their jaws dropping as they witnessed this fierce duel between two masters of the art.

Jordan's precise movements put immense pressure on Allen. Each strike was calculated with surgical precision, and it seemed like several times Jordan's blade came dangerously close to finding its mark. This relentless onslaught began to rattle Allen, his nerves getting the better of him.

Amidst the whirlwind of flashing blades, Jordan saw an opportunity and seized it. Swiftly, he launched a well-placed kick, targeting Allen's stomach. The force of the kick caught Allen off guard, causing him to stagger backward, struggling to regain his balance.

[Allen has taken 41 damage points!]

The move left the others breathless, as they watched the tide of the battle shift in Jordan's favor.

Jordan's decision to hold his position rather than pressing his attack was puzzling to the observers, and it left Allen in a vulnerable spot. Jordan, with his characteristic confidence, didn't waste a moment to taunt Allen.

"What's the matter, Allen? I thought you were better than this. Are you hesitating because your opponent is me?" Jordan's voice was laced with provocation.

Allen bristled at the insinuation. "No, sir," he replied tersely, but there was an unspoken truth lingering in his words, something blocking his usual swift and decisive moves.

Jordan pressed further, as if daring Allen to confront his inner demons. "Or... is it because you're afraid that I'll judge you for your sadistic personality?" He raised an eyebrow, challenging him directly.

At that moment, Allen fell silent. Jordan had hit the nail on the head, exposing his vulnerability. A smirk played on Jordan's lips, confident that his guess was correct.

"You shouldn't hesitate. We should enjoy our fight… Allen," Jordan asserted, encouraging him to embrace the battle fully.

Allen took a deep breath, his expression hardening, and a wicked grin surfaced. "Fine," he conceded, his gaze turning cold. "Then I will not hesitate..."