Starts With Fusing Devil Crystal

The Cold Ice Spell combat energy was bone-chillingly cold. Although Reg was only at the level of the Mad Battle Master, his combat energy had already started to exude a cold feeling. It was as if he had come from the northernmost land of ice, and his entire body was filled with cold air.    

    

Reg held the sword in his right hand. There were too many people on his opponent's side, let alone the few people on his right who were not as strong as him. Reg also held back a bit. He used the same move with his left hand. It was at least half stronger than his right hand, or even more. It was because after Reg found out that his strength had increased, the strength of his left hand seemed to be increasing compared to his right hand.    

    

In the bearded leader's impression, this young man's strength was only at the warrior level. Any one or two people here could take him down, but when a strong combat power surged from Reg's body, the bearded leader's expression changed slightly.    

    

The current Reg was clearly different from the Reg he had seen before. His strength had undergone a tremendous change. He was no longer the little Fighter that he had snatched from Reg.    

    

Reg was like a ferocious tiger that had just emerged from the forest. The Rank Two Devil Sword emitted a shocking power as it rushed into the group of people. Ashley reacted quickly and followed Reg out.    

    

The few people who were in the front were immediately caught in the crossfire. Initially, they were looking at Reg who was surrounded with pride. They were still thinking about how to torture this brat who dared to snatch their Divine Fruit Tree. However, this seemingly sheep's opponent had suddenly turned into a tiger!    

    

Reg did not show any mercy. His sword was like the wind as it broke through the first defense circle of the Fighter. Under his incomparably terrified eyes, the sword gently penetrated his throat.    

    

The sword was swung, slashed, and stabbed. All kinds of movements were smoothly linked up by Reg. The four or five people blocking the way were originally at the level of Battle Master or High Mage, but they were facing Reg, who was a level higher and still had the Rank Two Devil Sword in his hand. How could they resist?    

    

Blood splattered, and in the blink of an eye, Reg had broken through their encirclement. The four or five people blocking the way in the middle had already fallen to the ground, either dead or seriously injured.    

    

Ashley followed behind Reg. She only saw Reg attack a few times before the people on the opposite side fell to the ground. She could not help but feel shocked in her heart, but her body quickly rushed out along the opened road.    

    

After rushing out, Ashley shouted in a low voice, "I will wait for you in front."    

    

After saying that, Ashley tightly gripped her Magic Staff and did not look back. She quickly ran forward and Reg suddenly turned around. Stopping in the middle of the road, the Devil Sword in his hand dripped with drops of blood. His eyes were cold, and he looked like he was ready to fight.    

    

The bearded leader's eyes were full of shock. He stared at the Devil Sword in Reg's hand and said, "Devil Sword?"    

    

Reg did not use his combat power to send out his combat power for the time being, so they could not tell the level of the Devil Sword. If they knew that this Devil Sword was a Level Four Devil Crystal and could send out combat power, they would be even more surprised.    

    

Reg looked at the bearded leader coldly, and there were two traces of cynicism in his eyes. "Do you regret not snatching away my Devil Sword last time?"    

    

The bearded leader's eyes showed greed. After all, a Devil Sword could help the Fighter increase its combat power by a lot. The Devil Sword was often priceless. It was not something that could be bought with money. The number of Devil Swords was also very rare. After all, there were very few masters who could use the Casting Devil Sword. Moreover, the cost of forging was very high, and there was also a risk of failure.    

    

But when the bearded man's eyes fell on the few mercenaries on the ground again, his eyes suddenly became cautious. He stared at Reg and said, "You have already eaten the Divine Fruit to increase your strength?"    

    

Reg asked faintly, "What do you think?"    

    

The bearded man's eyes shot out hot eyes. The last time he saw Reg, Reg was still an insignificant little Fighter. Now, it had only been a day. He already possessed a strength that couldn't be ignored. This was naturally the effect of the Divine Fruit. The bearded man's determination to snatch back the Divine Fruit became stronger. He waved his hand. The surrounding mercenaries approached once again.    

    

"Hand over the Divine Fruit and the Devil Sword, and I will let you go. We will write off everything between us. Otherwise, I will leave you everything, including your life!"    

    

Reg snorted at the bearded man's words. He took the initiative to rush towards these people. There were archers and mages in this group. With the Fighter, even if he did not consider the bearded man and the Devil Mentor, when the other people cooperated with each other from a distance, their combat strength would also be quite shocking. Reg would not let them form a stable formation to deal with him.