God of Tricksters

The Fist Saint had realized the moment Theo appeared, he already knew he would be safe.

There was no way the Fist Saint would attack Theo because he needed to make the connection between him and the King Class Monster. Just making him think that way was enough to buy a few minutes.

In other words, he had been preparing to call the reinforcement when he came out.

Although he didn't know how he could do it, the Fist Saint knew their plan would become extremely dangerous the moment this was exposed to the monsters.

Now that the Dark King had appeared, Theo could finally get some air, wondering what he should do next. Even with the Dark King, he didn't believe they could defeat the Fist Saint.

So, he needed either the quality or the quantity. If he went for the latter, he would need to meet a few other King Class Monsters. If it was the former, he would need someone strong enough to fight against an Authority Level Figure.

Without anyone realizing, Theo had appeared next to Seelzik.

"Ngiiih!" Seelzik let out a loud cry before he suddenly ran toward the west as if trying to escape.

"Huh?!" The Fist Saint and the Dark King were confused for a moment. It was normal for the Fist Saint to not understand Seelzik's behavior, but even the Dark King didn't know why Seelzik actually ran away even though he had told him to protect his wife.

However, there was someone standing on his back as if he had said something to Seelzik to gain his cooperation.

'Theodore Griffith…' The Dark King narrowed his eyes before realizing something, saying inwardly. 'Wait, that direction…'

As if understanding Theo's plan, the Dark King furrowed his eyebrows and raised his sword, planning to defeat the Fist Saint.

"Ezenweils." The Dark King waved his sword two times, forming a huge "+" symbol in the air. Still, his swing had yet to finish. The moment the third slash hit the symbol, the entire ground exploded.

*Boom!*

Black colored flame flared out of the black hole and engulfed everything inside, turning their color to black.

Even the Fist Saint was inside this black dome, which should be enough to cover him with his power.

When everything settled down, there was a black sphere in the air. It soon crumbled to the ground, revealing the Fist Saint.

At the last second, the Fist Saint reinforced the air in his surroundings, turning them into a solid mass. This way, the Dark Order wouldn't be able to touch him.

After that, he leaped into the air and punched the Dark King.

"Haha. You have a unique power. I want to see whether you can actually hurt me more than this!" The Fist Saint laughed and struck the Dark King's sword.

The Dark King gritted his teeth when he felt the force behind it. He even tried to spread his power to his hand before realizing something.

'Wait… That's…' When he took a closer look at the contact, he realized the Fist Saint didn't actually hit his sword. Instead, he reinforced the air around his hand, turning them into an invisible glove. This way, his power couldn't affect him.

"As expected, you can only use your power upon contact. As long as I don't touch it, you won't be able to defeat me." The Fist Saint smirked.

The Shadow King supported him from behind. With a single wave of her hand, the shadows spread to the sword.

The black sword the Dark King used actually camouflaged the shadow, allowing them to reach the Fist Saint all of a sudden.

These shadow whips surrounded the Fist Saint, wrapping his body and pulling him to the sword so as to make him touch the sword.

However, the Shadow King's power was severely weaker than the Dark King even if their raw strength was not that different due to their Order Mastery.

The moment those shadows wrapped him, he reinforced the shadow and made them turn solid. After that, he crushed them like bread crumbs before leaping back.

Standing in the air, the Fist Saint punched forward, creating a massive shock wave that pushed the Dark King back.

Not letting him go, the Shadow King tried to bind him again.

"You're annoying. Your raw power might be similar to that guy, but your Order is still too low to join this fight." The Fist Saint leaped toward the Dark King again while pulling his fist, planning to hit the sword again. "Don't disturb our fight!"

The Dark King gnashed his teeth and slashed downwards. "Bastard human. Dare disrespect my wife! Die!"

As soon as the Dark King said 'wife,' a smile appeared on the Fist Saint's face. He suddenly reinforced the air around him and stepped on that air, changing his direction.

In that instant, he arrived in front of the Shadow King instead of the Dark King.

"What?!" The Dark King glanced to the side and used all his strength to change the direction of his sword.

"So, you're his wife. I will kill her first then! If you're angry, you will release all your power after all." The Fist Saint smirked. He always loved to fight against strong opponents, so if he could make the Dark King stronger, he would do it… or so they thought.

"No, you won't!"

When the Dark King struck his sword to protect his wife, the smile on the Fist Saint's face became bigger as he leaped on top of his sword.

"I got you!" Without hesitation, he ran on top of his sword, making sure he didn't touch the sword long enough for the Dark Power to influence him.

"Not good." The Dark King stepped back and waved his sword, but the Fist Saint had already jumped to the front of his face.

"Let's see whether you can withstand the fist of the strongest man on Earth!" The Fist Saint smirked and punched the Dark King's helmet.

He was expecting the helmet to get crushed like a can, but it turned out the helmet was weaker than he expected.

The moment that fist connected to the helmet, the latter popped out like a balloon. Yes. The helmet and the entire head actually exploded.

*Bang!*