Era of Players: Death God

But it was not just her swordsmanship that overwhelmed the studts. Lilith possessed a dark and mysterious power, and she unleashed it upon her opponts. With a flick of her hand, she conjured powerful magic that added an extra layer of danger to the fight.

As the battle raged on, the studts found themselves struggling to keep up. Lilith\'s combination of swordsmanship and magic was too much for them to handle. With each swing of her sword and every spell she cast, Lilith pushed them further into a corner.

Despite their best efforts, the studts were evtually overwhelmed by Lilith\'s superior skills and powers. They found themselves disarmed and defseless, their wood swords scattered on the g. Lilith stood over them, a triumphant smile playing on her lips.

It was a stark reminder of the power that resided within Lilith, and the fear that she could instill in those who dared to challge her. The defeated studts could only watch as Lilith walked away, her presce lingering in their memories.

From that day forward, the studts knew that they faced a formidable adversary in Lilith. They had witnessed her swordsmanship and expericed the terrifying force of her magic. It was a lesson they would not soon forget. They now understood why she got the nickname \'White Witch\'

But ev in the face of defeat, the studts vowed to continue their training and grow stronger. They knew that if they were to stand a chance against Lilith, they would need to hone their skills and find their own sources of power.

And so, with determination in their hearts, the studts picked up their wood swords and began their journey towards becoming formidable players. They would not let Lilith\'s overpowering presce discourage them, but rather, it would serve as a reminder of the challges they must overcome on their path to victory.

Like Noah, Lilith was assigned the role of villain. So, naturally she plundered the studts she fought against, earning a whooping 45pts, she immediately became of the top scorer.

With a face devoid of any expression she walked deeper into the forest. She had to secure her food and plan things for the coming days.

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Hours passed and each studt was doing their utmost to survive. Because nobody knows the villains idtities they\'re vigilant to form party.

Usually fight happed and currtly it was exactly what was about to happ somewhere in the forest.

The forest was eerily silt, save for the occasional rustle of leaves underfoot. The moon hung high in the sky, casting long, ominous shadows and providing just ough light to see by.

Arthur and Gareth stood facing each other, their eyes locked in an intse stare-down.

\'\'Hello Arthur, I always wanted to fight a knight. The momt I saw you this desire of mine intsified.\'\' Gareth honestly declared making Arthur smile.

\'\'It is that so? Well, let\'s fight like a man.\'\'

Arthur wouldn\'t shy away from a fight, he was not intimidated by the man\'s big physique.

Gareth who got the barbarian class smiled after seeing Arthur accepting his duel. The fight would surely be fun and he would certainly give his all.

Neither of them wore armor, and they had no weapons; this was a fight of pure physical strgth and skill.

Silce settled betwe them for a momt before it started.

Arthur was the first to move. He lunged forward, his fist swinging towards Gareth\'s face. Gareth sidestepped the attack and retaliated with a swift punch to Arthur\'s ribs. Arthur grunted, the wind knocked out of him, but he didn\'t let it slow him down. He retaliated with a swift uppercut that Gareth barely managed to block.

The fight was brutal and visceral. No civilized swordplay, no tactical maneuvers, just two m and their fists. They traded blows, each punch thrown with the intt to incapacitate the other. Their grunts and the sound of their fists connecting with flesh echoed throughout the forest.

Gareth, relying on his larger build, tried to overpower Arthur, but Arthur was faster. He dodged Gareth\'s heavy punches and countered with quick jabs and hooks. The fight wt on, neither of them giving an inch. Sweat dripped off their bodies, their breaths came in ragged gasps, but they did not stop.

\'\'Gah!"

Suddly, Gareth managed to land a heavy blow to Arthur\'s face. Arthur stumbled back, momtarily stunned. Gareth took advantage of this, rushing forward to deliver another punch.

Swoosh!

But Arthur recovered quickly. He ducked under Gareth\'s punch and retaliated with a powerful uppercut.

Bang!

A powerful sound rang out and Gareth was thrown off balance and stumbled back.

Arthur didn\'t waste any time. He rushed forward, delivering a flurry of punches that Gareth struggled to block. With a final powerful punch, Arthur st Gareth sprawling to the g.

For a momt, everything was silt.

\'\'Hah! Hah! I guess it\'s my win Gareth.\'\'

Arthur stood over Gareth, panting heavily. He extded his hand, helping Gareth to his feet.

\'\'Yeah, for someone with a slim physique your punches are well packed. I felt them them ev in my soul. You\'re indeed a worthy knight.\'\' Gareth responded with a smile, not minding showing his bloodied teeth.

There were no hard feelings, no grudges held. It was a fair fight, and the better fighter had won.

The fight was brutal, but it was a testamt to their strgth and skill.

\'\'Let\'s fight properly another time, this time with our respective weapons.\'\' Gareth proposed.

And Arthur naturally nodded.

\'\'Sure, why not. I\'ll gladly tertain you anytime, Gareth. See you a.\'\'

They walked away from it with new respect for each other.