[CH598+ Continued] Dungeon Diver: Stealing A Monster's Power

Chapter 675

Ember's voice echoes through my mind as the silver blade comes down toward us.

"Block it. This first round shouldn't be difficult with the new power we've gained."

Despite these words, I can't sense the blade's true power. It is tens of times longer than my greater form's rendition of my soul weapon, yet I still act as if this is a deadly strike, putting almost everything I have into a block, even activating the hexagonal defensive array in front of my blade while swinging upward.

Ember grins and flies up to block with a clawed hand as well, but he doesn't even use the silver energy he did while attacking the fiery hound in our last fight.

When the city-sized blade crashes down to slam against my barrier and Ember's claw, I feel its immense pressure, but it stops with ease, not even making it a quarter of the way through my defenses.

A massive silver [3]... [2]... [1]... [0]... floats in the sky, and as the [0] dissipates, so does the entire sword pushing down on us.

The Demon's arm moves back upward into its dormant position, and new text appears.

[Round 2 of 9 Shall Commence.]

The same Demon's arm grows a new silver blade, and on the opposite side of the statue, a second silver blade forms right after.

The first sword that formed instantly flies downward, and Ember's voice sounds in my mind again, his tone a bit more serious than the last transmission.

"Brace for impact..."

My defenses from the last round haven't even dissipated, so I just imbue more divine energy to restore the hexagon and stare upward, ready for another strike.

That hit was strong, but really nothing I can't handle. Even if I didn't block it and took it straight on my chest, I doubt it would have left a mark larger than the first blow I took from Redgrave.

That being said, with my True Core being over five times stronger now, multiplying my absurd boost in stats even higher, it may have given me a new skewed perspective on what is really powerful or not.

Just minutes ago, I probably wouldn't have been able to block that sword without using my full power.

Still, in the back of my mind now, I question whether or not I'm overestimating these trials...

Maybe Redgrave really was the strongest of the big three, and I already fought the toughest battle today...

These brief thoughts are instantly discarded as the blade from above slices through over three-quarters of my hexagonal barrier, proving to be far more lethal than the first round.

Before I even piece this thought together, the second arm swings downward too, following a mirrored flight path and coming down on the exact pressure point to fuse with the first sword.

Together, they press downward and shatter my hexagonal barrier with ease, now clashing blade on blade with my Soul Weapon's greater form and Ember's set of claws.

[3]... [2]... [1]... [0]...

The two swords disappear once the countdown stops, and I immediately restore my energy as quickly as possible to prepare for the next attack while turning to Ember.

"What was that...? The sword got stronger... and there were two... Is it going to get exponentially harder each time?"

Ember finally readies his claws with silver divine threads while replying.

"I've never faced this exact trial before, so your guess is as good as mine. There may be one problem, though. It calibrated the strength difficulty based on both of our potentials, not just yours. So, prepare to push yourself to a new limit. That fight we just had really was a light warm-up."