Chapter 278: Battle Against a Legend

Ten feet tall, with two hard curved horns on its head and bulging muscles, the Bull God’s hands resembled human hands, but its lower body was covered in hard hooves, giving it immense strength—likely enough to knock even a legendary warrior out with a single kick.
The only woman present, however, felt embarrassed and angry, as the creature was completely naked, with its reddish bull fur failing to conceal the massive bull-like appendage that served as a “third leg.”
The Bull God’s appearance reminded Donald of a character from a movie from his past life.
“Wow! This guy is the Bull Demon King! Could there be a Princess Iron Fan and a Red Boy as well?”
It wasn’t Donald overthinking it—the resemblance was too striking. If it held an iron fork or a heavy iron rod in its hands, it would truly resemble the mighty Bull Demon King!
“Carlisle, it’s your turn!” Donald called out. According to their plan, Carlisle would hold off the Bull God while the others dealt with the Bull Chief first.
Carlisle replied casually, “Don’t worry! Let me take on this big idiot bull!”
The Bull God was furious. In its hundreds of years as a god, it had never been treated with such contempt. Coming to its lair and even killing its subordinates was like slapping it in the face.
With a thunderous thud, its hooves hit the ground, creating shockwaves that affected everyone within a hundred meters. Vincent and Carlisle in that area both felt dizzy.
Donald, who was already fighting the Bull Chief, wasn’t directly affected but was still shocked by what he saw from a distance. This ability was a combination of the Orc Hero’s unique skill—warly trampling and shockwaves!
During battle, the Bull God would automatically activate effects like bloodlust, attacking frantically without regard for consequences. Though it lost its sanity, its combat strength increased by 30%, allowing it to attack purely on instinct. Its first target wasn’t the legendary Carlisle but the relatively weaker Golden Sword Saint, who was still dizzy.
Fortunately, Carlisle not only had the physique of a legendary warrior but also divine blood that provided strong resistance to such skills. He recovered in the blink of an eye and managed to block the Bull God’s fierce attack just before it reached Vincent.
Though shaken by the Bull God’s powerful strike, Vincent recovered as well—he was after all a peak Sword Saint on the verge of breaking through to the legendary realm.
“Damn it!”

He realized that he had accidentally fallen victim to the Bull God’s skill, nearly dying on the spot. A single fierce strike from that giant bull monster would have inflicted severe, irreversible injuries even to someone with the physique of a Golden Sword Saint.

The usually gentle-minded marquis was now truly enraged. After his shock subsided, fear took over. His anger turned into power, and his golden sword energy, swift as a blade, struck at the Bull God with a force far greater than before.

What seemed like gentle, weak water currents could cut through hard metal when combined with intense pressure, and ordinary breezes, if powerful enough, could even cut through space. Although Vincent was still far from reaching that level, the power of his sword energy was already close to that of a legendary Sword Saint. Clearly, this ordeal had ignited his fierce fighting spirit.

With his fighting will amplified, Vincent forgot his earlier plans and charged ahead alone to fight the Bull God. This left Carlisle, who was originally responsible for dealing with the bull itself, to support from the sidelines, unable to easily intervene in the battle.

Having extensive combat experience, Carlisle could see that Vincent was in a strange state—something akin to an epiphany. If things went well and he accumulated enough experience, Vincent might achieve breakthrough and become a legendary Sword Saint by the end of this battle!

Carlisle had experienced such a state himself in the past, so despite his concern, he wouldn’t rashly interfere and risk disrupting Vincent’s opportunity. Instead, he tried to match Vincent’s rhythm, allowing him to exert his full strength under the Bull God’s pressure without being forced to stop due to severe attacks.

On Donald’s side, the Bull Chief fought in a different style from the god he worshipped. The slightly slender Bull Chief appeared like a lamb next to a bull compared to the Bull God, but the two war spears in his hands were as fierce as hammers. Though small in stature, his strength surpassed that of ordinary legendary Sword Saints. Small size meant agility—both the female Sword Saint and Uther could barely touch him, let alone defeat him.

Fortunately, with Donald, a high-level Golden Archmage, providing support, spells that slowed and delayed the Bull Chief significantly weakened his mobility, allowing Uther and the others to barely hold him at bay.

Yet the Bull Chief was also a legendary warrior with immense combat experience, having represented the Bull God in numerous battles among totem gods. He immediately realized that the human mage, Donald, was the key to determining the outcome of their fight. So, this legendary warrior seized the opportunity, delivering a fierce strike to push back his two golden opponents before charging at the human mage, who was standing twenty steps away, overseeing the situation. Just like in the main world, spellcasters on the Totem Continent also had relatively weak close-combat skills, making Donald the weakest link among the three. The Bull Chief was confident that once he could get close to Donald, victory would be within reach! As a mage, how could Donald fail to prepare for such a situation? As soon as the Bull Chief moved, Donald had already set up three defensive shields around himself. However, against the attacks of the legendary warrior, those three shields were shattered like paper in an instant. The wind generated by the Bull Chief’s iron spear reached Donald’s chest. Uther and the Female Sword Saint rushed to help, but it was too late. A fierce smile appeared on the Bull Chief’s dark face. At that moment, a yellow-green flame burst forth from Donald, making him appear like a giant of fire. Affected by the sacrificial flame, the Bull Chief’s arm holding the iron spear was instantly engulfed by the flames. Though the flames didn’t cause severe physical damage, the scorching pain made him scream and abandon his target, retreating at great distance in shock and anger. As a legendary warrior, he naturally knew that this flame was a force that directly harmed the soul, and it was the greatest enemy for a pure warrior like him, leaving him almost no resistance. Fortunately, thanks to the divine power granted by the Bull God, he was able to suppress and extinguish the flames after losing some of his soul power. Otherwise, those flames fueled by his soul would have continued to burn until his soul was completely consumed. Donald’s sacrificial flame had evolved after absorbing several powerful demons, and its power was now far beyond its initial level of merely causing minor auxiliary damage—it had reached a level that even legendary warriors feared. After Donald deliberately exposed his weakness to lure the Bull Chief into a trap and weaken him, the Bull Chief learned his lesson. He no longer approached the human mage but instead fought against his two golden opponents while using his iron spear to throw stones, wood, and other debris at them, trying to disrupt their spellcasting.

But Donald, whose first trap hadn’t produced the ideal outcome he had hoped for, had no intention of delaying further. First, several Frost Stars exploded around the Bull Chief; though their freezing power didn’t cause much damage, it did hinder the legendary warrior’s mobility. Then, two strands of entangling magic released dozens of thorny vines thicker than arms, surrounding the Bull Chief. Even a Gold-tier warrior would struggle to break free from such resilient vines, but for a legendary warrior, escaping wasn’t difficult—these vines could hold them back for at most two or three seconds. Yet that was exactly the time Donald needed. In high-level battles, even half a second could be enough to doom one side. “Deep Freeze!” It was again the effective Level 7 spell Deep Freeze. Although its effect was slightly slower than instant spells, it was an excellent choice against enemies who couldn’t dodge. Blue ice flowers bloomed on the Bull Chief and the vines surrounding him. The Bull Chief, who had just torn apart a few vines only to be entangled by others, hadn’t had time to act again before a gust of wind hit him. His limbs outside his torso went numb almost instantly. Just as he was about to unleash his inner energy to drive away the invading cold, he felt heat at his neck, then the world spun, and he lost consciousness entirely. It turned out the Female Sword Saint had taken the opportunity to strike, swiftly dealing with the stalled legendary warrior. After seizing the Bull Chief’s soul, which possessed faint divine power, Donald ignored the remaining corpse and turned his attention to the battlefield where he was fighting against the Bull God.