Return Of The Strongest Player

'Don't… Don't mention my father so casually,' Jenny muttered internally, enduring the humiliation that Heather forced upon her. The latter had attempted to resist, but it was entirely futile.

Heather was too powerful, and her abilities originated from the unknown.

It wasn't entirely based on mana or physical capabilities, which Jenny found peculiar. Where did Heather's energy or abilities originate from if not her physical prowess or mana? It seemed like a natural ability.

But that wasn't possible, as Heather was a human.

Humans did not possess such abilities, and even if they did, they usually utilized their bodies or mana as a catalyst to perform them. Heather did not.

Her pure teleportation was a prime example, along with the sheer power of her punches despite refraining from using mana. Jenny wasn't simply being demolished by Heather's attacks. She was observing her foe's fighting style and trying to counter it.

However, once Heather pushed her to the ground, Jenny's rage grew to an alarming level.

'Don't…'

"Look at me," Heather ordered, tugging profusely on Jenny's hair, causing a shriek to escape the latter's lips. "You are never, and I mean never, going to break through the ceiling of the tower. It truly enrages me, how dumbasses like you have such ambitions without anything to back it up."

'Don't…'

"Your kind is like a parasite. Peasants who rely on their parents' achievements as proof of their own achievements. Well, you're not worth shit. Only after you amass your own achievements do you have the right to boast. Well, currently, you're nothing but a bitch, roaming around and flaunting your father's success."

'Don't fucking disrespect… My father.'

"Your father's dead. Your mother's dead. Your father's achievements are buried under the events of history with no one to resurrect them. Now that your family isn't worth shit, neither are you. Well, not like you were worth anything before that, either."

Suddenly, Jenny's muscles tensed. She clenched her teeth to the point where they trembled, threatening to shatter due to the force. Veins bulged from the woman's body, and blood flowed from her clenched fists.

She screamed in rage, propelling herself off the ground and violently shaking her head, forcing Heather to release her grip. Then, Jenny extended her arm, gripping Heather's face with a swift motion.

"My father is not dead!" Jenny screamed as tears escaped her eyes. "He may be dead physically, but his legends will not die!"

Power flowed across her arms as she smashed Heather's head into the ground. Then, she relentlessly continued to bury Heather's face into the soil, trying desperately to suffocate her using it.

"You know nothing about me or my father!" Jenny shrieked as her relentless attacks continued. However, no matter how much she attacked or how much mana she used, Heather didn't seem to be injured.

In fact, she was unscathed.

Her expression crumpled due to the pain, but there were no visible injuries on her body, which perplexed Jenny. However, the woman wasn't in a proper state of mind, and simply continued the beatdown.

"Do you know what separates me from those who actually take advantage of their parents' achievements?" Jenny asked, finally relenting. She let out huffs and puffs while desperately trying to steady her erratic breathing.

Wiping the beads of sweat from her forehead and removing the hair obstructing her vision, Jenny clenched her teeth before speaking.

"I wish to resurrect it. I wish to establish another Court. The Heavenly Court."

Heather's face paled as she gazed at Jenny's expression, which was laced with immense confidence. With the last of her determination, Heather used pure teleportation to appear before Jenny.

The latter simply smiled, spreading her arms.

Heather punched Jenny in the face as hard as possible, causing the latter to fly backwards like a broken puppet. But that's what the latter wished for. Using the opportunity, Jenny laughed, escaping the area.

Heather steadied her breathing.

'Fuck…' she muttered internally, punching the ground. 'That bitch…'

*

Immediately before striking, Arthur awakened Skofnung, increasing its durability in exchange for expended mana. The latter revealed its desire to dine on flesh and blood, following its wielder's orders without question.

A crimson aura burst from Skofnung as its tip collided with the soft flesh of the incarnation of Joel.

However, instead of digging into the moist skin, Skofnung instead pushed it inward. Following that development, the skin wrapped around the blade of the sword, seemingly trying to consume it.

'What the fuck?' Arthur muttered internally, immediately withdrawing the falchion.

[The Demonic Blade 'Skofnung' displays its will to escape its former prey.]

[The Demonic Blade 'Skofnung' displays its will to remain as far away from the entity as possible, refusing to consume it.]

[The Demonic Blade 'Skofnung' advises its wielder to escape.]

Arthur tightened his grip on the falchion, infusing the sword with its will to increase its obedience. However, he refused to wipe its intelligence, as that was what shaped the entire sword.

The incarnation of Joel was a tricky opponent to combat, as its skin was malleable enough to resist the sharpness of a Demonic Blade. Even after its awakening, Skofnung was not yet powerful enough to combat its enemy.

Considering that his strongest weapon was useless against the incarnation of Joel, Arthur fell into deep thought. His foe wasn't yet enraged enough to attack on its own accord, but could suffer immense pressure without giving out.

That meant its durability was stupidly high.

But did that apply to its entire body, or simply a specific body part? One could not be invincible as long as one was mortal. The Lord Of Sins was not invincible, and neither were the Divine Rankers.

Even the Demons and Angels could fall from grace.

Since that was the case, Arthur simply had to discover its weakness and exploit it. Exploitation was his strong point, considering his [Judgment Regeneration] allowed him to exploit the deeds of others.

And, with immeasurable battle experience, Arthur was confident he could discover a weakness without suffering a severe injury.

Or so he thought.