MMORPG: Divine Mech Hunter

Li Yao showed a peculiar expression: "I want to ask a question."

King Godok did not stop his attack rhythm at all, continuing the fast assault, he said: "I will fulfill your last words."

"You really misunderstand." Li Yao kept retreating slowly: "I just wanted to ask if your fist weapon can shatter a divine artifact."

King Godok sneered: "Is a divine artifact so easy to come by? Besides, what do you take a divine artifact for? Although I am arrogant, I'm not afraid to tell you the truth. My fist weapon indeed doesn't have the ability to shatter a divine artifact, but as my strength grows and I continue to refine it, one day my fist weapon will also become a divine artifact, and by then it might be possible."

"Oh, so you mean that currently, it can't." Li Yao slightly shook his head: "That's really a pity."

"Indeed a pity. You have a lot of potential and could have become my right-hand man, a pillar of our Gordok Ogres. Unfortunately, you are about to die." King Godok sighed.

"Wrong, the pity is that your fist weapon has basically no chance of becoming a divine artifact. Even if it could in the future, you certainly won't see it." Li Yao said.

"Uttering arrogant words even in the face of death." King Godok sneered: "Could it be that the sickle in your hand is a divine artifact?"

"Oh dear, your brain finally worked for a moment, and you guessed right. Although it's just a fragment of a divine artifact, its material is at least that of a divine artifact. If it can withstand your shattering, then I'll concede." Li Yao said.

"That's impossible." The speed of Godok Ogre transformed into Iron Fist became even faster, and the repeated crashing sounds linked together.

"I also think it's impossible, but that's precisely the reality. Have you ever seen a crack on my sickle?" Li Yao said regretfully.

It was then that the Godok Ogres noticed that the black-tinged sickle still looked ancient. Although it had some scars, they were from a long time ago, seemingly part of the sickle's own pattern, but definitely not the result of his attacks.

Moreover, with every crash, he discovered that the sickle didn't show any marks. King Godok was thunderstruck.

"This can't be, how could you have a divine artifact, even if it's just a fragment." King Godok was about to go mad.

"So yes, that's destiny." Li Yao was already at the center of the arena, suddenly stopping: "And I've said, this is not my limit."

Father Dragon's Power!

Roar!

This time, instead of retreating, Li Yao advanced, suddenly facing the more frenzied Iron Fist, wielding the sickle without any skills or techniques, meeting strength with strength.

Boom!

Amidst King Godok's incredulous furious roar, his figure was sent flying, and Iron Fist also showed cracks.

Rumble!

Iron Fist crashed against a stone column full of spikes in the arena, shattering it. This column was one of the facilities meant to enhance the brutality and bloodiness of the duel.

Shadow Step!

Li Yao's figure suddenly disappeared, reappearing in Iron Fist's shadow, swinging the sickle once more.

Clash!

Iron Fist shattered, Godok King's ultimate move was broken, his body became sluggish, rolling on the ground, leaving marks in its wake.

Shadow Step!

Li Yao still appeared in his shadow, the sickle whirling madly, countless blades criss-crossing to form a net that enveloped King Godok.

Unmatched Dance!

The sharp blade lights were dazzlingly brilliant, but carried lethal power.

Godok Ogre's entire body was already in a miserable state, countless scars scattered all over, Li Yao ceased his attack, standing with the sickle in hand.

King Godok coughed up blood before he could breathe heavily, struggling to stand but fell weakly after several attempts.

Many parts of his body were severely injured, critical bones were broken, and lethal areas were grazed by Li Yao's blade. Even though he still had more than half his health, it was to no avail; at most he wouldn't die, but he was incapacitated without the ability to fight or move.

"Hehe, very, very good, finally someone has defeated me. Although you used tricks, the strength you unleashed at the end is unmatched by me. I lost fair and square, come, take my splendid head and achieve your supreme fame, become the new king of Gordok. Perhaps, you are more suited to be the king than I am."

King Godok spoke as he struggled to crawl to a spiky stone column, grabbing the spikes to slowly stand up, then suddenly leaning against them, his posture straight as a rod, unbothered by the pain, his eyes complexly looking at Li Yao, showing regret, relief, joy, and unwillingness, but no anger, hatred, or resentment.

"You are a good king too, at least you led the Godok tribe to settle here and live peacefully these years." Li Yao slowly approached: "The Godok have too few world-class warriors. Submit to me, and you'll still be the king."

"Yes, the Godok have too few strong fighters, but I must die." King Godok grabbed Li Yao's sickle, placing its blade against his neck: "And remember, a king who submits to others has lost his backbone. Such a Godok might as well face extinction. Moreover, you need my head to adorn your victory and my blood to consecrate your throne."

Li Yao sighed and said: "If that's the case, I promise not to kill your offspring, and in the future, I'll give him a chance to challenge me."

"That's none of my concern, a strong person grows without needing protection or pity. Their future is their fate." King Godok shook his head. Despite what he said, he was glad Li Yao promised not to kill his offspring: "I have just one request, which isn't really a request."

"I can only say I'll do my best." Li Yao replied.

"I know you may not belong to Godok, but now you are the king of Godok. Godok belongs to you, I only hope the name of Godok will live on and not be annexed by distant relatives from a neighboring sub-dimension." King Godok said.

"As you wish, Godok will endure and will be renowned worldwide. The trash from the sub-dimension has no right to annex us." Li Yao said solemnly.

"Then take my head." King Godok finished and closed his eyes.

Pchh!

Li Yao directly stabbed the sickle through his heart and calmly said: "I don't need your head for my fame."

King Godok slightly shook his head, then lowered it, never to speak again.

Yet, at this moment, the entire arena erupted with deafening cheers. Apart from Godok's close guards who wept silently, everyone else cheered.

It wasn't that they were unfeeling, nor that they disliked the former king. It was simply that they followed a barbaric tradition, believing that only the strongest in the tribe could lead them further, as King Godok had. Though he failed, filled with regret and unwillingness, there was not a trace of hatred...