Iya Continent: Card God

“This is yours, Maburu.”

A burly, imposing man held the epic, nameless armor in both hands and presented it to Lieutenant General Mabru.

Maburu was both shocked and terrified. How could he possibly be worthy of such armor? Only the great general before him deserved it!

"There is no doubt that the Empire will not dishonor any person of merit and ability. You deserve it! This is your honor, this is what you deserve!"

These past scenes flashed through my mind.

Mabru would often recall the moment he first acquired this armor.

His eyes sharpened, he spurred his horse around, holding a long spear, and looked at Linta, whom he had failed to strike earlier.

"For the Empire, for the Sun God Army."

"Oh dear," Linta scratched the back of his head, a bitter expression on his face.

The card sword in his hand, though incredibly sharp and capable of cleaving through elements, possessed a quality related to his cultivation level. In other words, the card sword was currently only of the superior-grade extraordinary level, insufficient to penetrate the inferior-grade epic-level nameless armor.

"Then no need."

Linta released his grip on the sword, and the card sword vanished like smoke, disappearing without a trace.

Then, they assumed a fighting stance.

Mabrur's eyes flickered slightly, and he was very wary of Linta.

Even with such protective armor, he dared not underestimate the person before him. The feeling he gave him was unprecedented, a feeling that none of his past enemies had ever experienced.

"Come!"

Maburu shouted without any fear, and with a burst of murderous magic, he swept out from behind the long bridge.

That single swing of his spear was enough to cleave a thousand-meter-high mountain, causing its rocks to crumble and shatter into countless fragments. After all, he was a battle-hardened diamond-level expert.

However, this attack cannot harm Linta.

"Whoosh! Swoosh~"

A swift shadow, passing by in an instant.

Maburu stared intently, still unable to discern Linta's movements. The moment he finally saw him, Linta was already upon him. Then came the pure, devastating punch.

"Bang bang bang!!!" "Clang clang clang!!!"

The attack, imbued with pure warrior magic, unleashed countless afterimages of fists, striking towards Maburu. Even though the angle of attack was aimed at his exposed face, it couldn't harm him. The Nameless Armor's defense covered his entire body; no matter where the enemy attacked, a transparent, shimmering protective armor would block the attack.

Linta's attacks all struck these protective barriers, producing crisp, resonant sounds.

"call out!"

Unable to launch an attack, Linta swiftly moved away to create distance.

Mabru, unable to launch an attack, pulled on the reins, turned his horse around, and confronted Linta.

At this moment, an unusual atmosphere permeates this mirror world.

One can't hit the other, while the other can hit but can't hurt the other.

"Giddy up!" "Whoosh!"

However, this was the only option, and the two sides once again engaged in the same battle.

The powerful warhorse neighed and galloped forward at its fastest speed, charging towards Linta. Lieutenant General Mabru, mounted on the horse, gripped a superior-grade weapon, a spear, concentrating magic power on its blade. A single strike would inflict significant injury on Linta.

Linta wouldn't give his opponent that chance. His card, Swift Wind Shadow, moved with lightning speed, allowing him to close the distance before the opponent even noticed. Then, he unleashed a barrage of pure magical martial arts punches.

"Bang bang...!"

"Ta-da...!"

The exact same scene repeats itself again and again in this mirror world...

Until both of them started sweating and panting.

"drink……"

"call……"

Maburu's palms, gripping his spear tightly, were soaked with sweat, making the shaft slippery. The will to fight was fading. One failed attack was one thing, but two, three, countless times! Repeatedly failing to build up momentum would make any warrior want to give up.

Logically, Maburu should have had this mindset. But he didn't! The reason he attacked so repeatedly was because he had his own strategic plan. In terms of both realm and combat power, he was inferior to Linta. However, he also had a chance to win. The counter-force of the Nameless Armor. Although Linta's attacks were not only ineffective each time, they also caused him injury! The armor would reflect the momentum of Linta's attacks, penetrating flesh and nerves through the contact of his fists, impacting his body and soul.

When facing such a warrior enemy, the highest record was that the enemy attacked more than 15,000 times, and I was severely injured by the counterattack and fell down!

"After so many times, your body must be quite damaged," Maburu said breathlessly, looking at her.

Linta breathed slowly, his fists already red. He twisted his wrists, his eyes resolute.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The next attack was Linta's response.

Maburu gritted his teeth and faced the enemy once more.

He believed that the other side couldn't keep going like this indefinitely. The backlash they were destined to suffer wouldn't lessen.

"Aha!"

In my eyes, Linta's approaching punch came crashing down again. It was still fast, making it difficult to dodge. However, there was no need to dodge; the defensive power of the Nameless Armor would protect me.

With the flow of magic, a transparent, shimmering armor appeared, protecting the entire body as Linta's fist descended.

"Bang!" "Crack!"

A different sound, emanating for the first time in this mirror world.

"Forehead?!"

Mabru's eyes twitched suddenly, his heart skipped a beat, and he seemed to be telling himself something.

"Haaah!" "Bang bang bang!!!"

"Crack! Bang!"

Shattered. The protective barrier of this epic armor finally broke apart, like icicles.

His defenses crumbled?!

Maburu was terrified and wanted to do something. However, it was too late.

When there is a fleeting moment of opportunity to win, that is the moment of victory or defeat.

"Fist of the Soul! Soul Collapse!"

The fist, imbued with the "soul" power of the card, struck towards the defenseless Maburu. Even though his armor was now strong enough to withstand sword and spear strikes, it could not resist the absolute attack on his spirit that pierced through his soul.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Ughhhhh...!"

……

As Linta ceased his attack, Lieutenant General Mabru collapsed, severely wounded, in this mirror world. The physical injuries were not the main problem; the damage to his soul and spirit was far more serious.

"Uh...you...how..."

Maburu's voice was weak and trembling, as if he were asking Linta how to break through this epic-level Nameless Armor. This was armor that could withstand attacks from a King-level opponent. Linta, a high-level Diamond-level opponent, could not possibly unleash King-level killing power.

“Hoo…” Linta twisted his wrist, took a deep breath, looked down, and said calmly, “Why? Because I’ve thrown a million punches. I think that after a million punches, even a King-level fighter can’t withstand it.”

"As expected, it couldn't hold on. Ugh..."

Linta smiled happily.

Maburu's pupils widened in astonishment. After a million punches! His hand hadn't been shattered by the recoil? Was he human?