Suddenly, it looked like Maxwell went wild.
This type of unrestrained wildness ca from his bones, making him seem extrely domineering and overbearing.
This was his path of slaughter, death!
One had to beco wild, overbearing, and look down at all existences! Even if he encountered an opponent stronger than him, Maxwell had to beco even crazier!
"The prophecy is going to be fulfilled."
"He is really the person ntioned in the prophecy."
"He is really handso."
The Gno race beca so excited that tears ford in their eyes. There was also a sign of hope within them. At this ti, they all started standing up with straightened backs. This was also the instant that they started feeling that things were going to get better in the future.
With tears in her eyes, the old granny looked at Maxwell while mumbling to herself: "Immortal is really too handso looking, it would be great if I could have his child."
If Maxwell had heard this...
Most likely, he would imdiately turn around and run off, never bothering to co back ever again.
Hers had a really ugly look on his face. His death aura was actually destroyed and then swallowed, so how could he accept such a thing?
Especially when he noticed the Gno race started cheering for Maxwell, the rage in his heart started gushing out like crazy.
Hers angrily sneered before shouting: "Humph! You bunch of cheap trash seem to be enjoying yourselves. Let imdiately let you experience a pain worse than death!"
The ferocious beast below him also started howling.
The expression of the Gno race drastically changed, and the cheering sound suddenly lessened a lot.
Maxwell then shouted in an overbearing manner: "You little bastard, still acting arrogant, huh? Do you believe that I can’t beat the shit out of you any second now?"
"So handso!"
"He can still be so handso while talking."
"I love you, Immortal!"
Aren’t these Gno races a bit too friendly?
They were all naked with full breasts and extrely hot figures. Their breasts would have no problem giving oil massages... If he were to stay at this place, then his life would really be filled with sexual happiness!
With this many won, it was going to be aweso!
Maxwell shook his head to clear his mind before cursing himself: "Maxwell, can you be a little bit more serious? Brenda’s mother is still waiting to be rescued by you; Peter Wesley is still waiting for you to be stepped on; Gwendolyn is still waiting for you to comfort her; and that ice-cold Tammy’s tight ass is waiting for you to slap it until it blooms flowers. Dreaming of staying here? Can you please have a little bit of integrity?"
"At least... I should at least take care of all the important matters first, then I can sneak back here and enjoy a round or two."
Integrity, it was all thrown to the ground in pieces.
The Gno race lived their lives below ground.
They never wore clothes and were a very open race. Especially when it ca to love and courtship, they would be very direct and not try to play gas.
When they saw an ideal candidate, they would imdiately express their love for them. If it weren’t for Maxwell being an outsider, making them feel slightly reserved, most likely, they would have sward him already, each trying to get a piece of him. By then, Maxwell would probably be completely drained down there and live a life of utter exhaustion.
The more these won cheered, the more rage Hers felt.
"Ahhhh..."
Hers angrily roared into the sky. His legs clamped down, and the ferocious beast below him shot forward like a streak of lightning. "You damn human trash!"
"With just a little bastard like you?"
Maxwell remained wildly unrestrained as the concept of death’s path of slaughter was constantly spreading around his body. His eyes turned grim as he shouted, "You want to directly clash with head-on? I’ll play with you!"
"Level 2 Overdrive!"
The power of four tis the attributes exploded out.
Right after, Maxwell shouted: "Magma Fire, upgraded version!"
His feet and legs were covered in magma and started glowing red. Steam started coming out of them while Maxwell had an extrely cold expression that exuded endless killing intent.
Watching Hers rush towards him, Maxwell stood his ground without moving. The muscles in his body were all tensed up as he said to himself, "I’d like to see if I’m able to forcefully resist soone at the gold rank."
Directly resisting an attack from soone at the gold rank?
Maxwell had completely gone nuts, becoming a super loony lunatic.
Training his physical resistance for only a month and a bit, could he really directly resist the attack?!
He honestly had no idea.
But he wanted to give it a try. Only then will he understand the strength of soone at the Gold Rank.
Back then, when Godfrey attacked him, he was completely relying on the defensive abilities of the Demon Armour. Now that the Demon Armour’s defence was back to its early stages, there’s no way it could resist. Maxwell could only rely on his own physical body now.
He wanted to directly resist it head-on!
Seeing how Maxwell wasn’t moving, Hers beca even more enraged. His spear shot out as he angrily roared: "Supra Spear!"
The spear’s point was like torrential rain stabbing forth like crazy.
In a short several seconds, over a hundred spear strikes had been perford!
And each spear strike contained a death aura about it, so once it penetrated the body, it would start invading like crazy.
Maxwell’s whole body was filled with holes where blood squirted out of them.
As the blood flowed out, the wound looked black, showing symptoms similar to being poisoned.
Very painful!
But Maxwell currently looked like an excited lunatic when he started laughing out loud. "Hahaha, is this the strength of soone at your level? It’s really not considered much!"
He didn’t put up any type of defence.
Maxwell was strictly relying on his physical body. Although Her’s attack had penetrated his fleshly body, the wounds weren’t deep at all!
The toughness of his physical body had reached a very powerful level.
This month of self-torture had finally shown a bit of success!
The current image of Maxwell was exactly like a madman. Even the ferocious Hers’s expression darkened as he cursed out: "You damn lunatic!"
"Your attacks have ended, so now it’s my turn."
Maxwell ferociously grinned, showing his teeth that were stained with blood.
This was a smile with a death intent.
In an instant, the power that had already been circulating within him imdiately burst forth as Maxwell shouted: "Ghost Steps!"
Maxwell’s figure blurred and had already disappeared from his spot. The next ti he appeared was when he was already in front of Hers. The power in his right arm was aroused before a punch slamd out.
"Bam!"
The speed was too fast, so Hers didn’t have ti to react.
His body flew out several ters back, and before he was able to land on the ground, Maxwell had already arrived at the landing place waiting. Maxwell faintly smiled and said, "Uppercut!"
Hers’s body once again flew up.
Maxwell continued following as he leapt into the air. His two magma-covered feet started kicking continuously: "The third strike, fourth strike, fifth strike, sixth..."
A fiery light scattered around, and magma splattered all over the place.
At this mont in ti, Maxwell looked like he was dancing. The dance moves weren’t that pretty to look at, but they were filled with incomparable dominance! It contained the essence of death as if they were waltzing in the depths of hell. This dance was a blossoming death combo and was simply too aweso!
This level of awesoness was a complete ss!
"The one hundredth combo!"
"Bam!"
As Maxwell’s voice faded, Hers’s body finally landed heavily on the ground.
His abdon was missing since it was trampled into powder by Maxwell.
Hers had the so-called immortal body, so he didn’t die and didn’t feel the slightest bit of pain. He looked at Maxwell before laughing out in disdain:
"Hahaha, so what if you’re powerful? You still aren’t able to kill , hahaha..."
Extrely arrogant and wild.
"Shit, man! Are you still acting arrogantly at this ti? Who gave you such retarded courage?"
Maxwell smiled while shaking his head.
Hers started laughing crazily again and was just about to say sothing...
Maxwell’s fingers curled into a claw shape and instantly clutched onto Hers’s skull. He then coldly smiled and said, "It starts now!"
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