Constantine couldn’t wait any longer!
"You want to die? I’ll grant your wish!"
Luis squinted his eyes as he coldly smiled. He then lifted his right foot and gently stepped down before roaring: "Sky Steps."
The mont his toes touched down, a ripple of light similar to waves burst forth. The scene was just like how a stone was dropped into a calm, peaceful lake.
Within that mont, the movent of the sky, and the figure disappear.
Too fast; it was so fast that no one could see what happened.
Maxwell frowned as he beca worried for Constantine.
The gap in strength between those two was simply too large; they could practically be considered on different realms. No matter how strong Constantine was, it was too difficult to resist the offensive power of Luis.
Moreover, Luis was a true mber of the Emporium Academy. His cultivation thods and martial techniques were all trained in the most optimal standards. Luis’s strength was much stronger than your average level 3 silver rank.
Luis had a complacent look on his face while saying, "You’ll soon beco a dead person."
He was very clear on Luis’s strength. Within the outer courts of the Emporium Academy, his strength would rank in the top ten.
The Sky Steps were untraceable, and adding in the Grueso Palm, the only outco for the re level 9 silver rank Constantine would be instant death.
As expected, in the void of space, Luis’s robust voice shouted out: "Grueso Palm!"
A giant handprint ca slamming down towards Constantine’s head. Apart from the vigorous mana and pressure, there was also the pressure from chaos energy.
The voice was like thunder, and the wind from the palm strike was like a tornado.
Constantine stood motionless because his eyes couldn’t keep up with Luis’s speed. The giant handprint was about to press down on his head.
Many people of the Gillette Household didn’t have the heart to continue watching.
Maaxwell frowned as his body bent slightly forward. He was ready to rush towards the stage at any given mont.
In the centre of the stage.
Constantine’s eyes looked extrely calm as he was constantly trying to figure out Luis’s location. His mind tightened when he realised he couldn’t keep up with Luis’s speed.
There’s no way he can compare in speed.
Seeing that Luis’s attack was about to arrive, Constantine’s mind sank. His arms suddenly thrust upwards with a roar, and his power burst forth from within him.
The skeletal structure of his body was similar to indestructible tal.
He was going to shoulder it with all he had!
"Bam!"
The giant handprint collided!
There was a violent shock from the stage, and the entire square was affected by this force. Many people who felt the aftershock had even fallen to the ground from it.
A cloud of dust flew up from the stage, making people unable to see what was happening.
To the side of the stage, Luis crossed his arms with a look of contempt. He then coldly said, "Is a piece of trash like that even qualified to fight with ? Humph!"
Although Luis didn’t put all his strength into this palm strike, he had full confidence that it was capable of instantly killing Constantine. And Constantine would most likely die a very miserable death by bleeding from all orifices of his body!
Ten seconds went by before the dust finally settled.
In the centre of the stage, Constantine was lying on the surface. Underneath his body was a spider web-like crack with him at the centre of it.
He wasn’t moving at all, like he was dead.
"Boss Biggie!"
"Biggie!"
The Gillette Household mbers were panicking.
Charlie was the first to coldly laugh out: "I already knew it would be an instant kill with a single strike. A piece of trash at level 9 silver rank had the nerves to even stand out, humph!"
The Castro Household mbers started cheering loudly.
"The trash of the Gillette Household should just go eat shit."
"He was killed by a single strike, simply too trashy. Hahaha..."
Owen’s eyes ford a single line from his big smile. He stared at Maxwell, who was deathly silent before saying, "Kid, your Household’s ancestral ho now belongs to my Household. Once the competition is over, imdiately scram the hell out of there!"
Laughter!
Laughing filled with conceit. Every single mber of the Castro Household was laughing complacently.
Maxwell carefully examined Constantine sprawled on the ground before coldly smiling as well.
Luis looked at Constantine with disdain before he ridiculed: "Not even an ounce of fighting ability."
He then started walking off the stage.
Just as he was about to leave the stage, a voice was heard from the centre.
"You want to leave?"
"Are you scared?"
As the voice faded, Constantine climbed back up onto his feet. There was a trace of blood on the side of his mouth, and his face was sowhat pale. He was now coldly glaring at Luis at the edge of the stage.
He was still alive!
Luis’s expression changed as he squinted his eyes. He then walked back to the centre of the stage and coldly laughed: "You actually haven’t died yet?"
Everyone in the square was surprised. Constantine actually survived an attack from Luis? What was his body made out of?
Even if one had bones made out of steel, they should still be smashed into pieces. Yet he had survived it.
This pissed Luis off.
Without bothering to say more words, Luis once again activated his Sky Steps and then raised his strength to a higher level. He then shouted, "Let’s see if you’ll die now?"
A huge pressure appeared in the sky.
The huge handprint slamd down. This ti, its speed was extrely quick without any exaggerated effects.
Constantine was still unable to catch up with Luis’s figure with his eyes and could only clench his teeth to resist!
"Bam!"
The stage was about to collapse.
Dust scattered everywhere while everyone kept their eyes open to watch for the outco.
Constantine was again sprawled inside the pit. There were cracked pieces of gravel everywhere, and his body was motionless.
"Has he died yet?"
Luis sneered with disdain and said, "Try standing back up again now."
Seeing that Constantine didn’t move after a few seconds, he started laughing conceitedly. Just as he was striding off the stage, Constantine sohow stood back up again.
His face was a shade paler than before. After wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Constantine coldly sneered: "Is that all the strength you’ve got?"
Luis was completely annoyed now.
Everyone watching was dumbfounded. Was Constantine so kind of unkillable cockroach? Those strikes of Luis were capable of destroying soone at the level 5 silver rank. But this was the second ti Constantine had crawled back up, and he even had an excited look on his face. Was he a masochist?
Luis didn’t bother with anything more.
This ti, he was going to use all his strength. The Sky Steps, in concert with the Grueso Palm, once again struck out.
The strike was like thunder, and the power like a mountain.
Constantine started laughing like crazy as he clasped his hands together. He then stared up at the huge handprint descending with a ferocious look.
The aura coming from Constantine’s body was changing.
Pieces of blood colored scales started appearing on his arms. The scales were faint and not very obvious, so no one would notice if they didn’t pay attention to them.
Maxwell obviously noticed as he started getting excited. "I knew he wasn’t simple!"
At this ti, the blood inside Constantine was roiling about. After being slamd to the ground twice, the unknown thing inside his body had beco pissed. After devouring so much blood mana this past month, the strength contained within it finally broke out.
The ferocious beast was raging now.
A powerful force was converging towards Constantine’s arms, beginning a ferocious transformation. The scales were similar to a wild beast that looked unusually disgusting!
"Bam!"
It was like thunder reverberating through the heavens!
The huge palm attack directly landed on Constantine’s head! And the beast tattoo on the back of his head looked exceptionally ferocious, as if it were about to jump out.
"He’s definitely dead this ti."
"Luis used his full strength. No matter how tough his body is, there’s no way he’ll be able to resist it."
So what if you try to resist?
No matter how strong one’s physical body is, it will still eventually be smashed to nothing.
Constantine did manage to shock many, but he was only soone at level 9 silver rank, so how could he be an opponent of Luis, who was an Emporium Academy mber?
This was sothing impossible.
Almost everyone made that assumption.
Owen’s face was filled with happiness. He was currently thinking of what he should do with the Gillette Household’s ancestral manor, and that made his face look like it was blooming with flowers.
It was the sa with Charlie.
Even though he was a bit disappointed with Luis’s performance, the outco still won’t change - Constantine will definitely die.
The pit at the centre of the stage had now beco even deeper.
The deep pit was filled with dust, so nothing could be seen for the ti being.
But, once again, just when Luis was about to get off the stage, a voice ca floating over. The voice sounded exceptionally fierce, similar to the brutal ferocity of a wild beast.
"Is that all the strength you’ve got?"
"That strength is barely enough to tickle ."
Suddenly, Constantine slowly climbed out of the pit, dragging his arms that were drenched in blood and covered in blood colored scales.
He transford!
"Now it’s my turn!"
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