The Hero Who Returned Remains the Strongest in the Modern World

It was a colosseum with a radius of about fifty meters.

A circular match area coated with square stone tiles.

The full audience was making further highs.

The perimeter of the Colosseum is covered with two metres of thick, transparent, ultra-strengthened plastic, ensuring the safety of the spectators who see the killing of the intelligent.

The audience is colored by chandeliers and red carpets, with gentlemen and ladies single-handedly colluding with wine.

Dressed in tuxedos and dresses, audiences with such flavors as the upper class.

Both the table and the power behind it got into the mess, and they were talking about today's match card.

And, at that time - everyone's gaze was directed at the playing field.

At the end of his or their gaze, a man in a black suit with a microphone in one hand was walking toward the center of the circular arena.

"Ladies and gentlemen. We're going to host today's main event."

said the man in the black suit pointing to the eastern side of the arena.

"The master is here! Living legend! Oriental! I extremed the mystery of the Orient - Bankrupt Immortal: Liu Xianzhi!

The whole venue sprang up.

Even now, there will be all the cracks that are likely to be passed on by outside the venue.

That's how it was the muscular old man who came out of the eastern athlete's pantry.

"The legend of the lunar eclipse day three years ago - the god beast of the Far East - the god beast that is said to be comparable to the Nine Tails... there is a legend that says that Kirin was destroyed in the art of fighting immortality... now... here we come back!

Continuing, the man in the black suit pointed to the West.

"The man who came back from Nara - the Vatican saint knight! Linford!"

Sin - and the venue quietly returns, as opposed to when the immortal entered earlier.

"I can't help but think that you don't know. Until six months ago he was a saintly knight of a mountain and how much of a Vatican!

Thus, the man in the black suit breathed heavily.

"But! He grew fast under certain circumstances! It is now an empty seat...... one of the six heavenly saints of the Vatican's most powerful divine hunt - the Shadowless Sword Saint who has left active duty: he has become the chosen successor to Richard Saint. He belongs to the right Vatican to prove his strength by defeating a defensive immortal also known as Oriental Double!

The audience doesn't even boil over the black-suit man's incitement complaint.

Sighing, the man in the black suit opened his mouth as he headed to the entrance and exit of the arena.

"You're all honest. The odds on the bet are 1.05x Liu Sai: and 120x Linford: This is the seventh reckless challenge to Liu Sai from the Vatican… Enjoy the one-sided killing show now"

That's how the man in the black suit disappeared from the arena.

And it's the two men who are left in the arena.

One is naked and musculoskeletal in his upper body - a breaking immortal with green people's clothes in his lower body.

The other wears a crimson armor and a blonde red-eyed Vatican saint with a holy sword.

"Whoops. But is it really good?

"You think it's a good idea? What do you mean, old man?

"Certainly the highest point of the Vatican - if we are not to become six heavenly saints, we will need to show strength to destroy the existence of the realm of the eagle that does not even donate the divine beast"

"Yeah, you're right."

"But I'm not a defensive fairy who prefers blood and killing. I don't think you're gonna make it home alive after all you've done?

"Hehe. Well, I guess so. However - if you lose…"

So the Disciplined Immortal broke his face with a nitwit.

"I don't like eagles."

"You say you like...?

"I like to see an unfamiliar child like you become a meat chunk of dust in my martial arts."

"It's a bad taste"

So the Disciplined Immortal cultivates the mind in his body as he crushes the spell.

and at the same time a wind of evil with a mixture of curses blows around.

"It's like a typhoon."

The Saint Knight with a cool look on his blonde long hair - Lynford grinned cously.

"Are you sure you can't attack me? I practice the art of fighting fairies. My extreme fighting magic... if you say it in the wind, it can't be made unless you've prepared a massive number of people and a stage... a technique comparable to medium range ritual bursting magic, right? The only way to appreciate this technique is to crush it before this technique is activated with the first must-win melee attack. Well, it's easy to get out of my way... because it's my muscle and my fighting skills."

"Because this battle combines demonstrations to the Vatican. After all you've done, there's no point in beating it up without skin."

"Hehe...... kiddo! Now is not the time to be laughing!?

"I won't do anything until the surgery is activated - that's a little free."

So Linford slapped the bread and the palm.

"That's right. Shall we talk about old times?"

"Back in the day...... no, are you really going to wait until you've finished your washi procedure?

"Yeah. Exactly. By the way, I was a regular saint until six months ago...... In terms of strength, there are only five of us who can fight one Dominion..."

"Six holy heavens to the apex...... Dominions. Holy Knight as its lower organization. And as a separate frame, did you become a burial division specializing in rough business?

"As for the burial division, I only know the full six-day Holy Class as a combat personnel in the field, but well, that's the thing. And I took up a demon crusade six months ago... Operation name is Code Name: Bisfall"

"Abyss... Antarctic Cave"

"Your answer. You're one of the demonic emergence bases that lead to Yellow Springs. It was a massive crusade led by Saint Richard of Six Heavens Saint. Ten Dominions, seventy Saints. And two burial divisions."

"But Abyss got a lid... I haven't heard about the base sealing?

"It looks like a hell of a demon has emerged... it's all gone. Except me. And I was in a slip accident as I went down Abyss underground. Well, thanks to my body and detachment, I got my whole life to nine deaths. And I returned from Abyss a week ago."

"A week ago? Weren't we talking about six months ago when we headed to Abyss?

"Yeah, the tip of the slip was leading to an interesting place. Well, I just... crossed the Yellow Springs."

"Yellow Springs River?

So the Disciplined Immortal tilted his little neck.

"And what have you been doing for nearly six months across the Yellow Springs River?

"... level up... a little. Oh, later, your fighting immortality...... it is indeed a super advanced fighting skill. But at the skill level... is it about 3? Far from saying it was extreme."

"Level up? What are you talking about?

So Pan and Linford slapped their hands.

"Well, isn't it time you were ready?

"Um. Sure. But... I want to ask you one thing."

"What is it?

"The Holy Knight is highly resistant to magic due to the protection of God"

"Magic Defense, to be exact: Skill Level 2,"

"What have you been saying about your skills?

"Hehe. Well, you'll see soon enough."

"And you think you're really confident you're going to take my fighting magic?

"Yeah, I will"

The Disciplined Immortal takes a distance from Linford in the backstep.

Is the distance difference roughly 30 meters or so?

Thus, the Disciplined Immortal thrust his palms high.

"Then explode as you wish, but be good! Flaming Dragon Yikes!

A giant fiery dragon appeared over the head of the Disciplined Immortal.

The whole body is put together in a golden flame, about 30 meters long and 2 meters in diameter.

No, that's not a dragon if you say it accurately, it's a flame willing to shape the figure of a dragon.

"Immortals abandon the body of flesh and become spiritual beings and deities… with the ultimate aim of assimilating it with the earth! And this is - the power of a dragon blended into the atmosphere! The power of nature's feng shui that can only be used by immortals!

An exclamation twirl occurred in the audience, and Linford laughed cously.

The fiery dragon danced over the head of the Disciplined Immortal for a long time, and advanced toward Linford.

"Scientifically speaking, plasma jets - there's no reason to withstand millions of degrees Celsius flaming dragon raids that also melt iron!

The dragon opened its mouth and tried to swallow Linford whole, and...

"Skill: Magic Attack Reflection"

The golden dragon cuts the U-turn as it is and heads to the Disciplined Immortal.

"What... then?

The distracted Discipline Immortal cannot harden and move on the spot.

"A dragon? Why... the enemy is over there! Turn that way. Eh!

but the golden dragon does not obey the word.

"Oh, oh, no, no... grumble!

That was the cry of the breaking demon who vaporized the whole flesh with ultra-high fever during the instant.

"Well... originally... skills given as the Holy Knight. As a result of working out Physical Resistance Level 2 and Magic Resistance Level 2 in the other world...... we have crossed the limit level of 10. It was because we strengthened the skills we originally possessed that we evolved into impossible absolute skills. I mean -- physical attack reflexes and magic attack reflexes -- I'm the only one who can even defeat God right now."

Lightly stretched, Linford nodded slowly.

"In the meantime, as instructed by the Vatican… shall we make noise in the islands of the Far East"