Rocot: Reborn

Rokod clenched the Blade of the Dead in his hand and stepped forward with a sneer. The breath of the shadow became stronger and stronger, as if the entire courtyard was swallowed by endless darkness. He knew that this was an unavoidable duel and the ultimate challenge he had to go through after his rebirth.

"Lockold, do you think you can win?" Shadow's voice sounded again, cold and full of endless mockery, "You are just a lonely ghost. The miracle of rebirth does not mean that you have the power to change your fate."

There was a flash of anger in Rocot's eyes. He tightly grasped the Blade of the Dead and roared, "You are wrong. The meaning of my rebirth is to change everything. Today, I will defeat you!" His voice echoed in the courtyard, full of endless determination and ruthlessness.

The shadow suddenly let out a strange laugh, and the sound echoed in the darkness, making people shudder. "Then, let me see how determined you are!" As the voice fell, the shadow suddenly turned into a black whirlwind and rushed straight towards Rocot.

Rokod was not afraid at all. He suddenly jumped up, and the Blade of the Dead drew a dazzling light in the air, colliding violently with the black whirlwind. In an instant, sparks flew, and the powerful energy fluctuations shook the entire courtyard. Rokod felt the oppression of the dark power, but he would never retreat. He held the long blade tightly with both hands and tried his best to resist.

"You are not strong enough, Rocot." The shadow's voice kept echoing in the darkness, as if coming from all directions. "Your strength is only a part of your previous life. Your determination is not strong enough."

Rokod clenched his teeth. He knew that although Shadow's words were sarcastic, they also revealed his current situation. After his rebirth, although he had the memory and wisdom of his previous life, his physical strength still needed to be retrained. His eyes narrowed slightly, and a sneer flashed in his heart, "Then let me become stronger in this battle!"

The shadow's power suddenly increased, and a figure appeared faintly in the black whirlwind. It was a tall man in a black robe, with eyes as cold as ice. "Come on, Roccod, let me see how capable you are."

Rocot took a deep breath and leaned forward slightly, the Blade of the Dead flashing a cold light in his hand. "I have waited too long for this day." He whispered, his voice full of determination and fearlessness. Then, he suddenly rushed towards the man in black robes, his figure was like lightning, and the Blade of the Dead drew a brilliant arc of light.

The black-robed man sneered and rushed forward, his hands creating a black energy wave in the air, heading straight for Rokod. Rokod's body spun rapidly, and the Blade of the Dead collided fiercely with the black energy wave. In an instant, a violent energy shock wave exploded, and the surrounding buildings collapsed instantly, and thick dust suddenly filled the courtyard.

Roccod tumbled to the ground in the aftermath of the explosion. He clenched his teeth, his eyes gleaming with an unyielding light. The man in black robes slowly walked out of the darkness, his eyes full of contempt, "Is that all you can do? Roccod, you disappoint me so much."

Rokod suddenly raised his head, his eyes full of determination and anger, "This is just the beginning, the real battle has just begun!"

He stood up quickly, the Blade of the Dead in his hand flashing with cold light, and rushed towards the man in black robe again, moving as fast as a ghost, and every attack carried deadly murderous intent.

The black-robed man snorted coldly, and as he waved his hands, black energy waves continued to surge out, colliding violently with Rokod's attack. In the courtyard, swords flashed and energy waves raged, and the entire space seemed to be shaking.

At this moment, Rocot suddenly discovered that a familiar figure appeared behind the black-robed man. It was Aurelia! Her figure was looming, as if struggling in the darkness. Rocot's heart tightened, and a trace of pain and anger flashed in his eyes. He knew that all this was a conspiracy of the shadow, but he would never back down.

In the darkness, Locot's eyes flashed with determination. He glared at the man in black robes, anger boiling in his body, making him exude a fierce aura. He gritted his teeth and said, "Man in black robes, you are wrong. Your plan is doomed to fail, and I will never let you succeed!"

The black-robed man sneered, his eyes were extremely cold, as if he was mocking Roccod's ignorance. He slowly stretched out his hand, and a gloomy light flashed in his dark brown eyes. Those eyes were like an abyss, as if they were going to swallow up the world. He sneered, "Roccod, the Blade of the Dead is indeed powerful in your hands, but have you ever thought that what you know is only part of it."

The words of the black-robed man were like cold spring water, shocking Roccod's nerves. Roccod understood instantly that the Blade of the Dead, which he thought he knew, actually had a deeper secret, and this secret was his most powerful weapon against the black-robed man.

Rokod was stunned, then tightly grasped the Blade of the Dead. A wisp of cold air emanated from the blade, and his body seemed frozen, but his determination was stronger than ever. He said decisively, "Yes, there are more things I don't know. In order to fight you, I am willing to master the full power of the Blade of the Dead. Black-robed man, don't forget that I am Rokod, the monarch of the Shadow Kingdom. My previous peak is what you should be most wary of."

The black-robed man was stunned. His cold and fierce aura seemed to be angered by Rokod's ridicule. A murderous intent flashed across his brows. He swung the black staff in his hand with force, and a black whirlwind gushed out of the staff, like a huge whirlpool covering Rokod.

Rokod was not afraid, and aimed the Blade of the Dead at the vortex. His heart was filled with murderous intent, making him even more ruthless. The two powerful forces collided at this moment like the collapse of heaven and earth.

A huge energy shock exploded in the courtyard, and Rokod's figure flashed in the explosion like a flash of lightning, instantly appearing in front of the black-robed man. The Blade of the Dead in his hand slashed at the black-robed man fiercely, and a cold light flashed on the blade.

Just as Roccod was about to strike the man in black robe, the darkness in the courtyard suddenly split open, and a familiar figure walked out of the crack. It was Aurelia! Her face was extremely haggard, but her eyes were gleaming with stubbornness. Aurelia stared at the man in black robe and said with gritted teeth, "You think you can control people's life and death at will, but in fact, you are wrong!"