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The Vortex of the Death Demon
Author: Alfonzo Perez
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A thunderous collision erupted between them. Aji was sent stumbling backward seven full steps, while Lodra slid only five—two steps shorter. A wide grin spread across the old man’s face as he measured Aji’s strength against his own, confident that his inner power surpassed the younger warrior’s.

“Prepare to join my men in the afterlife, bastard!” Lodra roared, then launched himself forward with blistering speed, aiming for Aji who stood ready to meet the attack.

The hand-to-hand combat that followed was a blur of motion. Aji quickly realized that the old man’s power far exceeded that of the twelve guardians he had slain. At first, he was caught off guard by Lodra’s speed, dodging with all his might—but another strike came from the side, accompanied by a massive aura that pressed down on his body like a mountain.

“So fast!” Aji was forced to block, and the impact sent him reeling backward once more.

“You’re a fascinating warrior,” Lo
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