Roaring Heroes Battle the Overlord (Ainz)

Blood dripped from the dragon claws of Sebas as he walked forward step by step. He was in no hurry; both time and the situation were on his side. As things stood, EeDeChi's fate was sealed to be mauled to near death by those dragon claws.

With a wave of his hand, Sebas made the ground swell up into a mountain, catapulting EeDeChi into the air. Almost simultaneously, from the murky clouds above, an inverted mountain thrust down from the sky. EeDeChi leapt back just in time to avoid the colliding peaks.

In his dragonoid form, Sebas charged at her, stepping on sliding rocks, while EeDeChi swung her arms rapidly, her fists whipping up a storm. Rocks shattered into dust, and the sand and dust turned into a smoky haze, blown in all directions by the wind, obscuring the sun and darkening the sky.

EeDeChi moved like a fish swimming through the dim dust cloud, silently running in another direction. Something was off about this space; she needed to change tactics and get behind Sebas.

As rocks tumbled and debris fell, EeDeChi carefully maneuvered around a massive boulder, when suddenly five sharp blade shadows struck towards her!

"Where do you think you're going?" Sebas seemed to see through the rocks, smashing through the mountain wall to reach her. EeDeChi narrowly dodged his attack.

Stepping back, EeDeChi suddenly realized the cause and effect: "You can predict the trajectory of my attacks!"

"Exactly," Sebas flicked a pebble off his shoulder, "In the Knife and Chopping Board, your position, the posture of your body movements, the changes in your punches—all present a clear trajectory before my eyes."

"Damn it!" EeDeChi turned and sprinted toward the distant mountains. If she couldn't beat him, could she at least outrun him?

After a long run, the mountains still seemed unreachable. Sebas reappeared in EeDeChi's view, turning around and walking towards her, unhurried.

"The ring's space is limited; escape is futile," Sebas declared loudly, charging forward once again.

The air crackled with sparks as the two clashed. Sebas dodged the orbiting punches, found a gap, and slashed a brutal wound across EeDeChi's abdomen, causing blood to spurt out like a fountain.

EeDeChi staggered back two steps, coughing up blood. She took a deep breath, clutched her wound, and her face twisted fiercely.

Sebas said, "Your attack patterns are all transparent to me; no matter how sophisticated your moves or how skilled your martial arts, they are useless!" He stared at EeDeChi, preparing for the final blow.

"Is that so?" EeDeChi burst into laughter, then her expression suddenly turned cold: "Since you can see my punches so clearly, better open your eyes wider and watch even closer!"

"BOOM!" The two collided at supersonic speeds, their sharp claws crisscrossing, leaving several fresh, bloody wounds on EeDeChi.

"Disappointing. Your boxing is becoming chaotic, completely disorganized! Let me end this," Sebas shook his head.

"I've mastered a new Martial Art!" EeDeChi roared, "Old man, the one to be ended is you! Open your eyes wide and see the path of my fists!"

"Bring it on! I'm watching," Sebas was intensely focused, utilizing the power of Knife and Chopping Board to its fullest. No matter how many unique changes EeDeChi's attacks had, even newly developed moves couldn't escape his predictive grasp.

Martial Art·Wild Punches Kill the Old Master!

EeDeChi charged forward to Sebas, her blood-stained fist swinging down like crimson steel, creating a tempest of rapid blows. EeDeChi cast aside thoughts of Martial Arts, skills, and techniques; in her mind, there was only punching, punching, and more punching!

Accompanying her meteor-like punches was EeDeChi's furious, blood-boiling roar:

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In an instant, the frequency of EeDeChi's punches reached thousands, millions, billions, trillions!

Amid the frenzied storm of punches, Sebas could still see the trajectory of each of EeDeChi's swings, but there were just too many of them!

Every attack from EeDeChi was a white line in Sebas' eyes. Now, however, these lines densely intertwined, like countless tangled balls of yarn. Numerous trajectories crowded together, filling the entire space.

"THIS IS BAD!" Sebas realized he had become too reliant on the World Item, Knife and Chopping Board, and attempted to assume a defensive stance. But he was too late to think of a strategy, left to resist in a frantic scramble.

Sebas took several punches to the abdomen. A few punches were no big deal, but the succeeding blows were more dense and ferocious than the wind.

"BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG…" The sound of fists pounding flesh burst like firecrackers!

One move broken, every move shattered. Sebas spat out a mouthful of clotted blood, his scales shattering one by one, his hard dragonoid bones fracturing under the relentless barrage, his body pockmarked like a cratered landscape...

"BOOM!" Nearly reduced to a human punching bag, Sebas crashed to the ground, unconscious, beaten into a bloody, pulpy mess.

EeDeChi's clenched fists emitted wisps of white smoke, her chest heaving as she gasped for air. Swinging her fists at such a high frequency had drained a tremendous amount of her energy.

"Old man, at your age, instead of enjoying the company of a lady at home, what are you doing wandering around aimlessly?" EeDeChi muttered to herself, moving her sore arms. A giant sword flew down from the sky, the hilt landing in her palm.

Sebas was not dead. Although he had lost consciousness, the strong dragon blood within him was repairing his body, but it would be impossible for him to stand up any time soon.

A majestic voice echoed through the heavens: "Winner: Enemy! Verdict: Free to leave."

EeDeChi and the unconscious Sebas were both pulled by a force, escaping the domain space of Knife and Chopping Board.

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The dancing dark red tornado ceased, and EeDeChi emerged from the storm, her clothes tattered and dripping with red blood drops. Along with her, there appeared a body thrown out, scarred and bleeding profusely—Sebas Tian.

"Captain! You're back! Wow, a blood-soaked beauty, how sexy!" Franco winked and made faces, while Barrett breathed a sigh of relief.

Solution, trapped in an octagonal magic circle on the ground, saw the faint Sebas and cried out in despair, "NO! LORD TIAN!"