A figure suddenly rushed into the battlefield.

The chaotic battlefield was immediately split into two by Mike.

He did not do anything. He merely rushed through the intersection between both parties.

However, it was this simple action that successfully brought the battle to a temporary halt.

The battlefield suddenly fell silent.

Everyone looked at the man's back.

Only when he turned around could everyone see his face clearly.

God Slayer!

The Dwarves and the Trolls did not recognize this face, but everyone on the human side did.

The moment Mike turned around, the soldiers' morale was greatly boosted.

With God Slayer here, we could win this war!

There was no doubt, no surprise, no other possibility.

This man represented the power of determining everything!

Someone shouted first, "God Slayer!"

Then, all the soldiers on the human side spontaneously shouted, "God Slayer!"

Their voices rose and fell, gradually becoming uniform.

The same words echoed throughout Volk Plain.

"God Slayer!"

"God Slayer!"

"God Slayer!"

The Dwarves and Trolls originally did not care about Mike at all. They were ready to resume attacking.

Though after seeing the scene in front of them, they dared not act rashly.

Anyone could see that this man seemed to be highly respected by the human soldiers.

From this alone, one could conclude that it was best not to underestimate this man called God Slayer!

As the soldiers on both sides stood in place, a path was automatically drawn out in the middle of the battlefield.

Mike then raised his foot and slowly walked toward the middle.

With every step Mike took, the soldiers on both sides would automatically take two steps back.

The humans retreated out of respect, while the soldiers of the other two races retreated out of fear.

Gradually, the path between the soldiers on both sides became larger and larger, becoming a wide open space.

Mike, on the other hand, walked to the middle position and turned to look at the enemy.

Just this glance made all the enemy soldiers nervous.

They did not know what this man in front of them was capable of, but they could tell that this man was very strong.

They were clearly on the battlefield, but the atmosphere was strangely quiet.

Mike looked at the faces in front of him that were different from his and said calmly,

"I'm giving you a chance to surrender now.

"As long as you surrender, I won't kill you."

Stone, who was behind Mike, also raised a hand and shouted,

"Yes, yes, if you surrender, I won't kill you!"

After saying this, the Trolls and Dwarves were stunned at first, then they became angry.

You want us to surrender with just one sentence?

What a joke!

We had the advantage just now!

One of the Trolls walked out of the crowd, raised the mace in his hand, and pointed at Mike,

"You want us to surrender to just a little human like you?

"Beat me first!"

On the battlefield of Second World, one-on-one combat was a common practice.

Both sides sent out powerful warriors to fight each other, displaying their individual combat ability at once.

The winning side would often have a great boost in morale.

The losing side would suffer setbacks.

The Troll warrior obviously wanted to raise his army's morale through this.

However, Mike did not immediately answer the Troll. Instead, he took out an exquisite sword from his backpack.

The scabbard of this sword was made of pure gold, and it was inlaid with exquisite and resplendent gemstones.

This was the reward that Mike had obtained during the tournament, the Sword of the King.

The effect was very simple. It increased all the attributes of all the members of the team by 100%!

When the Troll warrior first saw this sword, he revealed a disdainful sneer.

This sword looked extremely fragile, as if it was meant for women.

Not to mention killing someone, even a slight hit from the mace in his hand would break it on the spot.

Just as he was about to easily win this one-on-one battle, he was surprised to find that the atmosphere on the battlefield had changed again.

The moment the man pulled out the sword, the aura of the human soldiers behind him had changed drastically.

Everyone's strength immediately increased by a large margin.

What happened?

Why did those people suddenly become stronger?!

All the Trolls and Dwarves soldiers felt this, and they were all surprised.

Moreover, the human soldiers were also surprised.

Some of them looked at their hands in a daze, feeling as if they had endless strength.

Their strength had been increased by 100%!

Some of them looked at the wounds on their bodies, which were gradually healing!

Their recovery abilities had been strengthened by 100%!

Some of them felt as if their bodies had become stronger, and their skin seemed to have become tougher.

Their HP and defense had also been strengthened by 100%!

This was the terrifying aspect of an increase in all attributes!

Originally, the effects of the Sword of the King could only increase all attributes by 5%. It was already a powerful weapon that was hard to come by.

However, in Mike's hands, this sword had been completely upgraded. It had obtained an effect that was comparable to a divine artifact.

No matter how weak a party was, as long as they were in Mike's camp, they would be able to receive a huge boost!

In this kind of battle where both sides were evenly matched and did not have much of a gap between them.

If one side received an ability enhancement, it would be enough to affect the entire battle.

Not to mention an increase in all attributes.

Furthermore, it was 100%! All the attributes would be doubled!

Such an enhancement could directly announce the outcome of the battle.

Mike looked coldly at the Troll warrior holding the mace, and asked calmly,

"Surrender, or die?"

After Mike said this, the soldiers behind him all emitted powerful killing intent.

As long as the Troll warrior refused to surrender, they would immediately rush forward and tear him into pieces.

Under such pressure, the Troll warrior's body could not help but tremble.

These human soldiers, who were originally weak in his eyes, had all become powerful warriors that he could not match.

What did this man do?

He did not get an answer, and he did not dare to ask.

At this moment, he did not dare to say any more unnecessary words.

His hand fell dejectedly, and the mace in his hand fell to the ground.

"I...surrender."

The Trolls said these words helplessly, at the same time, it made the other warriors lose their will to resist.

These humans, from being on the verge of defeat to becoming undefeatable powerful warriors, just because that man appeared.

God Slayer!