Chapter 202 Liberation, Black Flame Meteor

When Bermond appeared again, he was already in a rather disheveled state. The left half of his clothes was torn into rags by the sword energy. His originally pale face became even more bloodless, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth.

He probably understood something, and neither yelled excitedly nor opened his mouth to refute. He turned into a sky full of crows and disappeared, and then infinite sword energy strangled the place.

The battlefield suddenly became quiet, with only Bai Xiu and Valen still responding to the shouts from their own phantoms.

Looking at the two people coming and going, Adam ignored them and focused on looking for Bermond's trace.

Belmond's younger brother was killed by him because when Adam was passing through a village while clearing out the demons, he found something wrong with a person. It wasn't that the aura was wrong, as hiding the aura was the specialty of the Belmond brothers, but something else was wrong.

The man was a farmer. His speech, communication, clothing and even the calluses on his hands were all very ordinary, just like a native of the country. But Adam noticed that he had a little subconscious gesture. When a knight passed by, the farmer would subconsciously look at him, focusing on the hips and shoulders.

Only those who know how to fight will subconsciously pay attention to these things, and judge the trend of muscle movement by exerting force on the hips and shoulders to prepare for the next action.

Through questioning, Adam learned that this was just an ordinary farmer who seldom traveled far in his life and did not have the unique calluses on his hands formed by holding weapons.

After a series of tests, the farmer finally revealed his true form. That was three years ago, when Adam was not as strong as he is now. After a battle, he killed the first fourth-level creature in his life, and his progress towards the Twelve Glories increased by one.

The previous verbal game with Belmond was also dealt with according to his brother's behavior pattern. Adam did not have the ability to read people's minds. He relied on a magic device that could slightly sense emotions. He bet step by step through Belmond's emotional changes to accumulate combat advantages bit by bit.

Belmond is a fourth-rank transcendent and a high-ranking demon, but he was born with short magic horns and relatively less accumulated magic power. In the demon clan, which has a hierarchy, the amount of magic power determines one's birth. He can rely on his brains and means to get to the top, but his status cannot affect demons with better births, because they are born with good births and naturally have high status. They are not worse than Belmond, who is only half a level lower than Belmond who occupies the third seat. However, this half a level is not enough to make the unruly demons fearful.

Therefore, attacks on one’s character and background are the breakthrough point in the psychological game.

Turning back to the field, Adam couldn't help but sigh as he watched Bermond disappear again.

"You're hiding, can't the noble Third Seat show up and fight?"

"Don't provoke me. I will chat with you after you die." Voices came from all directions, merged into one sentence, and then there was no sound.

Teams of phantoms appeared, with varying auras, and rushed towards Adam.

Seeing that Bermond had made up his mind not to show up again, Adam sighed again.

"I wanted to take this opportunity to hone my skills, but all they sent was a bunch of miscellaneous soldiers. Forget it, this is a good opportunity to try out my new abilities."

He casually defeated a few soldiers, and with a wave of his hand, a broken sword fell into his hand.

"I have been wondering where my extraordinary path lies and what direction I will take to advance to the fifth level." Adam suddenly spoke.

"Is it a strong physique, or a huge amount of magic power, or a superb skill?"

Adam looked at the broken sword in his hand. The sword was full of holes and looked terrible after many battles.

"Later, I found out that I had taken the wrong path. What is extraordinary? Extraordinary is a miracle!" Adam clenched the sword.

“A miracle is a sight that is difficult to achieve!”

Balls of black and red air wrapped around the sword.

"But miracles can be achieved because I still have the source of fire and magic power!"

The fire in Adam's chest burst out, and his dormant magic began to awaken. "It turns out that someone told me the answer a long time ago," a kind face flashed through Adam's mind, "She told me that magic is making your wishes come true."

The surging magic power poured into the source fire, which burned everything. The black and red flames from Adam's body stirred up a strong wind.

"I am a weapon master. This is my extraordinary path. I have been accompanied by weapons and skills throughout my life. They are my most trustworthy strength."

The broken sword began to hum slightly.

Belmond was a little flustered and didn't understand what would happen next.

"I will forge my soul and give each weapon a name."

Adam stroked the sword. This was his first sword, given to him by Mo Xiu. It was also the one he had used the longest. However, with the increase in training intensity and frequency of battles, the sword could no longer be restored.

He thought about the Weapon Master's name and smiled.

'The answer is in the riddle.'

The power of the Undead Barehand is attached to the sword, and with each advancement, the power of the Undead Barehand becomes stronger.

The magic power forged by the source fire merges with the sword with the will of the soul.

"Beimund, you should feel honored to be the first to see the power I gained after entering the fourth level. This is the most beautiful scenery you have ever seen in your life, and I will bring this scenery to every demon."

Feeling the increasingly depressing atmosphere, Bermond felt that he was being locked, but he didn't know what was locking him. He only felt that fear was squeezing every part of his body from all directions.

The magic light lit up, and without caring about hiding his body, Bermond cast one defensive magic after another, layer upon layer covering most of the sky. However, he did not relax. Instead, he felt heavy in his heart and was suffocated by the ubiquitous fear.

Adam was ready and began to perform the ritual.
"I, in the name of Adam, give you a name, in the form of a sword, which will always accompany me. Your true name is liberated!"

As the words were shouted, the sword was gradually shaped into another appearance by magic.

The huge magic power brought miraculous strength to reforge the broken sword.

The bumpy sword body returned to being smooth, with wisps of light entwined around it, and black sword wings were shaped where the hilt and the blade were fitted, with red gems inlaid on them.

Adam held the brand new sword, and unparalleled magic power gathered, like sparks and meteors, and would eventually turn into black flames.

"Sparks fly, meteors fall, black flames sweep, the original sword!"

As the real name was called out, first a black line flew out straight, and then countless black lines followed closely behind, transforming into a huge black flame stream. The flame stream rushed out from the original sword and flew into the sky.

The defensive spell that filled the sky was submerged and annihilated by the flames before it could hold out for a moment, and along with Bermond hiding behind the spell, it turned into meteor fireworks in the sky.

Adam put away the original sword that had returned to its original state, looked up and watched the flame flow disappear.

"Magic is making your wish come true. I did it, mother-in-law, did you see it?"

　Here it comes. I feel so immature. If I post again, it will be daytime.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)