"It seems that this Dao of yours is stopping my cells from healing my injuries. I would have loved to take a look at it, but..." Demonic Draco looked at the hands that weren't healing due to the clash with Vincent's Heavenly Sword.

Then suddenly, the crowd saw him raise his other hand—which was his left—and his nails elongated as he slashed toward his other hand, and his wrist was cut off.

But as the wrist was cut off, the next moment they saw Demonic Draco wave his right wrist.

"Now this is better."

Everyone shivered as they saw the severed right wrist still falling toward the ground.

The entire crowd looked at this scenario in utter shock as Demonic Draco cut his wrist off. Within a second, the wrist had grown back. They watched the cut wrist fall to the ground while Demonic Draco was checking out his new wrist.

He then smiled when he saw Vincent's shocked face.

"Have you not seen anyone heal like this before, ki-ki-ki-ki," he let out a strange demonic laughter.

The crowd looked at Demonic Draco like a monster, because what he had done was beyond their comprehension and knowledge. They watched as Demonic Draco once again battled Vincent without any hint of fear.

Demonic Draco smiled as he rushed forward with another punch, and Vincent attacked too with his sword. But surprisingly, as Demonic Draco's hands clashed with the Heavenly Sword, everyone was shocked by the fact that he wasn't truly injured, as he successfully countered Vincent's attack without any harm.

This sent another wave of shock to Vincent. He could see that Demonic Draco had adapted to his attack. This made him shake his head in regret—it was as if he had known that if Draco woke up again, there would be a problem, and truly, this was what he was seeing.

"Are you getting weak, old man?" Demonic Draco laughed strangely as he attacked Vincent.

CLANG! CLANG!

Even though Demonic Draco was using his fists to clash with the Heavenly Sword of Vincent, he wasn't suppressed or hurt and was able to keep up.

When Vincent saw this, he was already getting frustrated. Then suddenly, he stretched the Heavenly Sword forward, and it began to glow.

"Heavenly Sword!"

A sharp golden sword energy was released from the Heavenly Sword as Vincent slashed horizontally. Demonic Draco didn't expect this kind of attack—or should I say, he knew this was coming and was too lazy to attack or defend.

The golden sword energy moved as the ground split while it advanced, cutting off Demonic Draco's arms. When people saw this, they looked at Demonic Draco. Now the battle was getting fun—especially for the enemies of Draco. All they wished for was for him to die.

That wish was fulfilled before, but alas, who expected Draco to rise up from the dead?

When Demonic Draco saw the severed hands, the next thing was that he burst into maniacal laughter. Then, in an instant, everyone saw that his arms were already back, intact as if he wasn't cut at all. Even though everyone had seen such scenes before, they were still surprised.

Then suddenly, blood began to flow from the severed arm as it formed a blood-red, thin arrow sword in his hands. A large amount of demonic aura was released from him as he had a grin on his face.

"Since you are already battling with your strength, then no need to keep mine."

At this moment, Demonic Draco looked like a demon of disaster—one that brings disaster to worlds. He raised the blood-red sword.

"Supreme Demon Sword!"

Then suddenly, everyone felt the demonic aura being absorbed by the blood-red sword. In the blink of an eye, Demonic Draco appeared in front of Vincent as he slashed.

Vincent, who saw this, quickly defended with the Heavenly Sword. But as they clashed, he found himself taking twenty-five steps backward.

"Old man, no need to hide your strength," Demonic Draco smiled.

When Vincent saw himself taking a few steps back, he roared as his aura was released, clashing with that of Demonic Draco. A purple-red aura from Demonic Draco looked menacing and demonic, while a golden aura from Vincent looked holy and peaceful.

Yet, the clash of their auras made the weather change as wind began to blow. The ground was cracking bit by bit because of their aura.

BOOM!

In an instant, they moved, leaving a cracked ground as they began to strike one another. This time, Vincent didn't dare let anything out because he felt that if he held back, he might not be able to kill him off—because Demonic Draco might have adapted to his attack.

He wasted no time as he slashed toward Demonic Draco with intense speed, not bothering to hold back. Demonic Draco felt himself bombarded by multiple sword slashes, and he could feel there was a power in the slashes that was slowing down his healing speed.

But even with this, he laughed maniacally. It was as if he didn't mind it, as long as the enemy followed him to hell.

CLANG!!!!!!!

BOOM! CRACK!

The surroundings couldn't withstand their attacks as everything was filled with potholes, and every time they clashed, space would fracture.

Suddenly, they separated from one another while looking at their state of injuries. Demonic Draco was the one injured the most. Vincent had some injuries that were also caused by Demonic Draco.

But the injuries began to heal with no scar left on his skin. As for Demonic Draco, he had a bit of a hard time healing his injuries.

When the crowd saw all of this, they looked at both of them. How they wished they had this strength—and all this confirmed to them that their strength wasn't the limit.

"Master, do you need my help?" a male voice sounded in the air, surprising the crowd as they saw a figure appear.

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