Boom!
Cling!
Bam!
The clash between two Tier 9 humans was unimaginable. Even for Gerald, he couldn't believe what he witnessed.
A single punch from Michael leveled the ground, and a single slash from the Prophet razed the forest. If they fought inside the city, the city would have been destroyed in ten to twenty minutes.
However, there was still no sign of the battle ending anyti soon. Their fight might end up changing the map of the country. It was no wonder that a Tier 9 human was feared or even considered a strategic nuke.
Once they entered a country, they could create massive destruction all over the country had they gone on a rampage.
At the sa ti, they could move in any direction they wanted without worrying about a missile hitting them. Even if there were missiles coming for them, they would most likely survive a blast.
Unless the country decided to destroy the entire area with a nuke, it might not be able to kill a Tier 9 human.
The Prophet and Michael were two n not affiliated with any country. They might have connections to other countries, but they were never part of them.
As a result, the fight between them was watched by other countries but not interfered with.
Michael punched the Prophet in the face and knocked him to the ground, the impact causing the entire area to shatter.
Michael landed on the ground and walked toward the hole where he had buried the Prophet.
The Prophet erged from the hole. His blindfold was undone, showing a pair of white eyes. His right jaw was broken as he spat so blood.
"You're not getting anywhere. Today, I'm going to kill you," Michael harrumphed.
"You know nothing, Michael Hacfield. Killing Lily Esferath was necessary to make sure the world didn't collapse."
"Say that to her after I kill you," Michael snorted.
"It looks like this is it." The Prophet sighed. "Since you don't plan to back down, then I have no choice but to cut you down."
Michael gathered his power again, ready to pounce on him.
However, his steps halted the mont he saw a red screen appearing all of a sudden. This one screen multiplied, saying similar things.
[Error.]
[Error.]
[Error.]
"!!!" Michael had seen such a screen two tis. The first ti was when Clovis was born. The second was Clovis' awakening as a player.
This would be the third ti he had seen this screen.
The Prophet's eyes suddenly regained their color. His pupils actually contained similar panels, as though he saw this world differently.
"!!!" Michael was stunned one more ti when the Prophet took the initiative to attack this ti. The Prophet's speed didn't change, but when Michael raised his right hand, the Prophet actually moved his swing in a way that it would intercept his hand.
Bam!
Michael widened his eyes. His punch connected, and the impact was clearly going forward, but the next thing he realized, the Prophet disappeared, and his chest was slashed by the Prophet.
"What?" Michael recalled what happened. At the last mont, the Prophet moved so smoothly that it looked as if he had disappeared. He moved in a way that he could actually cut him while avoiding his attack.
This kind of movent felt as if the Prophet could actually see through his movents.
"You…" Michael glared at the Prophet. This was probably the first ti he had seen this power from the Prophet.
"I think you are mistaken about sothing, Michael Hacfield. You may think of as a scher who is manipulating everything behind the scenes, without the necessary strength to fight any of you. However, you are wrong."
The Prophet's killing intent soared. "If I want to, I can cut all of you down myself."
Michael's expression turned grim. "Then try it!"
Michael charged forward, not scared of the Prophet's true skill.
Their fight actually intensified further. No one knew the extent of the battle, as even Gerald had to evacuate the people and set up a periter five tis larger than he was supposed to.
…
General Sanders was rather speechless. Once the situation had slightly cald down, he couldn't help but ask his people to provide a live feed of the battlefield, especially the battlefield where Michael and the Prophet were fighting.
"Is this really the terrain?" General Sanders gasped. The once green forest had turned yellowish-white as if there had been a landslide or a woodcutting operation.
And the area was not small either. He could see from the satellite feed what kind of impact a Tier 9 human could have.
The president simply smiled. Since Hana wasn't here anymore, he could say anything he wanted.
"Well, now you know why I'm planning to use everything we have to protect our future Tier 9 human, right?" The president smiled wryly.
During the hunt, the president had instructed him to protect Clovis. General Sanders finally understood the true aning of that request.
If Clovis were able to get as strong as his grandfather, Absalom would beco a terrifying country. In addition, all the fallen cities might be restored.
Clovis was an asset much bigger than anything he could imagine.
Clovis might still be a Tier 6, but his strength was already equal to that of a Tier 8 human. By the ti he reached Tier 7 or even Tier 8, no one could really tell how strong he would beco.
Hence, the mont he beca a Tier 9 human, he might beco one of the strongest, if not the strongest, human alive.
Their country, which had Clovis, would be a much more terrifying country than anyone could imagine.
General Sanders nodded with a serious expression. "Sir. Should I do sothing else? Or should we just watch from here?"
"He has requested that we don't do anything other than keep our enemies in check. For now, let's cooperate as much as possible. I doubt we can make Michael Hacfield our citizen, but we should make sure he is our ally. Continue to monitor the situation."
"Understood."
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