A Journey That Changed The World.

Chapter 1177: You Canʼt Keep Up Demon

The group held their breath as their friend laughed darkly; the sound reverberating with raw defiance. His violet eyes burned with fury as he replied, ”I am the Demon King. This world doesnʼt need a hero, it needs a monster. And I have become just that.”

Mana surged around him, wild and uncontrollable, as he stepped forward, his fist glowing with an intensity that made the air crackle. Lioran could only watch, as Archer smirked and declared, ”Now, let me teach the Alliance a lesson theyʼll never forget, ”I am this worldʼs only hope to survive whatʼs coming!”

With a roar, his friend unleashed a punch that tore through the air like the sky itself was splitting apart. The resulting impact was deafening, like the end of the world had arrived. Before anyone could blink, the punch reduced the so-called Alliance Demi-God to nothing more than a memory.

Lioran stood frozen, barely able to comprehend what he had just witnessed. His sisterʼs lover had annihilated a being at the top of the enemy pecking order, as if it were no more threatening than a mere slime.

”Heʼs a monster, Leo! How has he become so strong?” Cian exclaimed in shock.

Before anyone could reply, a horrible aura descended upon them as another being appeared across from Archer. He noticed Alaric go pale as he muttered, ”Thatʼs a Pseudo God from the Novgorod Empire.”

Lioran felt his strength draining, his legs threatening to buckle beneath him. Just as despair took hold, a surge of energy burst forth, enveloping them all in a protective aura. In an instant, their friend appeared before them, his presence radiating power and reassurance.

Archer turned to the group, his violet eyes gleaming with confidence, a broad, fearless smile on his face. ”Now watch,” he declared, his voice steady and full of unrestrained excitement. ”Iʼll show you what a White Dragon can do.”

Apollonia stepped forward, her worry etched across her face. Her voice trembled as she protested, ”That being is stronger than you! How can you possibly fight him?!”

Lioran watched as his friendʼs expression softened, a spark of recognition lighting up his face the moment he saw the pink-haired woman. In an instant, Archer appeared before her, which baffled everyone as he moved too quickly.

Gently, he ran his finger along her jawline, his touch as confident as his words. ”I remember you, Apollonia,” he said, his voice low yet steady. A reassuring smile played on his lips. ”But you donʼt have to worry. Iʼve faced people stronger than me before and Iʼve beaten them.”ʼ

Following that, they watched Archer vanish only to reappear in front of the Pseudo God as his smug voice echoed, ”So they sent you here to fight me?”

Lioran chuckled when hearing this only to turn to Apollonia who stood there with bright red cheeks as Cianʼs fiance Cassie teased her, ”What happened to the ice princess? You were melting and can I see love hearts in those bright blue eyes?”

Everyone laughed when hearing this as the pink-haired woman snapped, ”Shut up! I dare you girls to stand in front of him and see if your panties stay dry!”

This set the ladies off and made Lioran, Cian, and Alaric nervously chuckle as he looked at his fiance Tarial, who avoided eye contact, causing him to question, ”Is what she says the truth?”

She opened her mouth to reply, but Vivienneʼs voice cut through the moment, calm and matter-of-fact. ”Husband wonʼt steal your women. He sees them as friends, nothing more, and wouldnʼt betray you.”

Lioran let out a relieved sigh as explosions rocked the sky as Archer and the Pseudo God started fighting. The air trembled with each blow as his friendʼs fists crashed into the Pseudo Godʼs towering form.

The enemy staggered, its once-imposing aura flickering under the relentless onslaught. Archer moved like a storm, every punch radiating power and fury, each strike landing with a sound that echoed like thunder.

ʼHow can he do this? Itʼs impossible!ʼ he thought in shock while watching his old friend going crazy to where the enemy couldnʼt keep up.

Lioran stood frozen, his heart racing as he watched the impossible unfold. Around him, the others stared in stunned silence, their disbelief mirrored in their wide eyes. ”Heʼs... winning?” Cian whispered, his voice barely audible over the noise.

The Pseudo God roared in defiance, swinging wildly, but Archer evaded. His fist glowed brighter with every strike until he unleashed a final blow that sent shockwaves rippling through the ground.

Everyone watched as the enemy crumpled to his knees, cracks spidering across its form like shattered glass. Archer turned to them all, his violet eyes blazing, and smirked. ”Still think I canʼt handle this?”

***

Archer watched all his friends watching him in amazement but thatʼs when a stronger enemy appeared beside the injured foe and this time he was much stronger than the first Pseudo God.

Just as the situation unfolded, Ari materialized out of nowhere, flashing a wide grin when she spotted him. ”Well, well, husband. Looks like youʼve finally found someone who can keep up with you.”

He shot a look at the white-haired beauty, his tone dripping with frustration. ”I was just about to finish that bastard off when this idiot showed up to ruin it.”

Ari burst into laughter, raising an eyebrow. ”You want me to handle him for you?” Archer grinned, shaking his head as he chuckled. ”No way. I want to fight. This is how I get stronger. But if things go south, jump in and take him down.”

The older woman giggled before nodding, ”As you wish, handsome, have fun.”ʼ

She stepped back as he cast Blink and reappeared behind the injured Pseudo God and punched through the manʼs chest. The sudden attack shocked the stronger enemy as blood splattered on him.

Without wasting time, Archer quickly crushed it before hitting the remaining enemy with a breath of violet dragon fire. The force pushed the man back despite his defense against the

attack.

Following that, the air crackled with tension, as if the universe itself held its breath. With a burst of speed, Archer vanished from sight, reappearing in front of the Pseudo God in an

instant.

His fist shot out like a comet while casting a fully charged Nova Punch. A fiery explosion erupted from the impact. The ground trembled as his punch landed, sending shockwaves through the air.

The Pseudo God staggered back, his chest caving in slightly from the force. But before he could react, Archerʼs other fist slammed into his side, tearing through his defenses like paper. His power surged with each blow as loud claps echoed across the surrounding landscape. The Pseudo God grunted, attempting to block, but Archer was relentless. His fists moved like a blur, each strike a burst of blinding light and overwhelming force.

With every punch, the air seemed to ignite, breaking the earth beneath them. Archerʼs final Nova Punch slammed into the Pseudo Godʼs chest with a deafening crack, the energy radiating in a brilliant explosion that lit up the entire battlefield.

Archerʼs strike sent the enemy flying, crashing into the distant horizon, a plume of dust and debris following his fall. He stood, panting, his body humming with mana while grinning, bloodied but unbroken. ”Is that all youʼve got?”

He watched as the Pseudo God appeared a few meters away, bloodied but still standing as the man gave him a wicked smile, ”Itʼs true what the emperor said, youʼre strong for your age and I must admit your punches hurt.”

When he heard this, he started flinging Eldritch Blasts at the enemy, but he battered them away. His eyes narrowed as the enemy dashed forward, quicker than he expected, and hit him with a powerful punch that sent him flying.

Archer barely had time to react as the first blow came like a storm, faster than anything heʼd faced before. He quickly raised his arms, blocking the strike, but the force sent a shockwave through his body, making his bones rattle.

”You canʼt keep up, demon,” the Pseudo God snarled, his voice filled with venom.

The enemy launched a brutal uppercut that he quickly deflected, the force still enough to rattle his skull. Archer staggered back, trying to regain his balance, but the onslaught came

without pause.

A crushing kick landed in his ribs, snapping Archerʼs body to the side. He grunted, blood spilling from his mouth as he spun and blocked another punch to his chest. But the Pseudo

God wasnʼt done.

With a roar, the enemy leader unleashed a series of rapid blows, each one landing with force. He blocked most, his arms aching, but each impact drove him closer to his breaking point. ʼSo this is what itʼs like to fight a stronger opponent,ʼ he thought before attacking.

The man leaned to the side, dodging Archerʼs strike effortlessly, and launched a precise punch toward his opponentʼs face. Thatʼs when the Pseudo God followed up with a devastating blow to the gut, sending him hurtling across the ground.

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