That punch hurtled bloodthirstily toward Chen Fei's head!
"Holy Warrior's Fist, Judgent!"
HISS! RUMBLE! RUMBLE! RUMBLE!
Instantly, a terrifying light energy, like a beast of holy light, shot out like a missile. It was accompanied by a dense screen of holy light that filled the air. Wherever it passed, the very air seed to evaporate. From a distance, one could even see plus of white smoke sizzling and rising, creating an exceptionally brilliant spectacle.
However, beneath this brilliance lay a heart-stopping danger. Even our Young Master Chen's eyes widened slightly, a hint of cold solemnity and gravity appearing on his face.
He could tell that this so-called Mid-Grade Holy Artifact—the Beast King Gauntlets of Du Lunze—was still astonishingly powerful. It couldn't compare to the Divine Artifact he had seen before, the Battle Axe of the Hill Giant wielded by Old Howard, the strongest expert of the Ashford Family, but it was impressive nonetheless. The pressure from such a weapon was particularly evident, especially since he was currently unwilling to reveal too much of his own strength and trump cards.
WHOOSH! BOOM!
The mont the thought crossed his mind, a sharp, unruly glint flashed through his eyes. A torrent of blazing sword light erupted from within him, surging violently through his bones, muscles, blood, and ridians. Instantly, he felt his physical strength amplify by several tis! His already astonishing aura swelled dramatically, and everyone present imdiately noticed the startling change.
This kid... Lorid, a high-ranking executive from the Nordic Odin Shrine, suddenly wore an extrely grim expression. He hadn't expected Chen Fei to be capable of displaying such power! If he had known earlier, he would never have offended him so lightly. But now... it seed the deed was done.
In terms of personal strength alone, that kid should be stronger than Hales, but... can it be that he doesn't possess a treasure comparable to a Mid-Grade Holy Artifact? As he sensed the astonishing intensity of the aura radiating from Chen Fei, even Scorched Earth Underworld Emperor Mardo, the strongest expert at the round table and an SS Ultimate Powerhouse, couldn't help but sigh in admiration. This level of power had definitely surpassed Hales's own peak combat strength.
The problem was, Hales now wielded a Mid-Grade Holy Artifact, while the kid appeared to have nothing. This was no joking matter. Possessing such a weapon created a colossal disparity in strength. To give the simplest example, with the Mid-Grade Holy Artifact, the Beast King Gauntlets of Du Lunze, Hales could probably contend with a genuine, bare-handed SSS Level Powerhouse and have a fifty-fifty chance of winning.
BANG!
"What!?"
But in the very next mont, sothing incredibly shocking occurred! Hales descended from the sky with a fierce grin, his punch smashing violently against the counterattack that t him from the ground. A ripple like a shockwave pulsed outwards, making the onlookers' hearts pound in their chests. What was even more terrifying, however, was that Hales... was actually sent flying by the rebound force from the clash! His feet scraped across the ground for seven or eight ters before he managed to stop, leaving deep, horrifying gouges in the earth. His expression changed drastically against his will, and at that mont, everyone present began to doubt their own eyes. Was this a dream!?
"How... how is this possible!?" soone cried out in horrified disbelief. It was simply too shocking to comprehend.
He repelled Hales, who was using a Holy Artifact, with nothing but his physical strength! Could his body truly be powerful enough to rival a Mid-Grade Magical Artifact? But how is that possible! At that mont, even Beirut couldn't help but be taken aback, his small eyes filled with horror and disbelief. He was the one who hid his true strength the deepest, so theoretically, he should have been the hardest to shock. But now... he truly couldn't imagine how the kid had managed such an unbelievable feat. To clash head-on with a Mid-Grade Holy Artifact using only physical strength! And most importantly, to gain the upper hand! This... this... this is simply...
"You little bastard, I'll slaughter you!"
"ROAR!"
Just then, Hales's voice, brimming with absolute fury, echoed in everyone's ears. A terrifying aura surged forth—a torrent of blinding light that threatened to swallow everything. It shone with a dazzling radiance as it rushed to engulf Chen Fei once more. Amidst the glare, everyone could see Hales's face, twisted into a ferocious mask of utter humiliation, and his terrifying fist, which seed powerful enough to shatter the air itself.
BANG!
In the blink of an eye, the incomparably fearso punch struck the area where Chen Fei stood. Yet, he blocked it with casual ease, a cold, mocking smile still playing on his young face.
"Is that all?"
Our Young Master Chen's eyes flashed ominously. His body coiled like a bow, elbow drawn back slightly, and then he threw a punch. Although the punch seed slow, Hales felt as if he were trapped in a swamp, completely unable to break free. His face turned ashen as he instantly threw another punch in response!
BOOM!
The two engaged in the most primitive, bare-knuckled brawl, their fists sparking a bloody symphony. The sheer force of the impact sent a tremor through the hearts of everyone present. However, before anyone could recover from the aftershocks of that exchange, another terrifying, flesh-on-flesh flurry of blows began. In midair, Hales's face was distorted with ferocity, his aged body wreathed in holy light. With a fierce stomp, he arched his body again and smashed his fist downwards, unleashing a crushing pressure that felt like a small mountain descending! From a distance, it created the illusion that anyone caught beneath it would be utterly crushed by the imnse, terrifying force.
WHOOSH!
In midair, just as Hales launched this terrifying assault and a cold smirk appeared on his lips, sothing happened. In the very next instant, the top-level experts, Beirut and Mardo, suddenly whipped their gazes to a spot behind him. They stared in disbelief, their pupils constricting.
BANG! RUMBLE...
A figure had appeared there—who knew when—with a faint, cold smile on his lips. He raised his fists, locked them together, and smashed them down like a cannonball. In that instant, Hales's shoulder felt as if it had been struck by a missile. His pupils constricted, and his entire body plumted from the sky like a teor, crashing to the ground with a deafening impact that left everyone frozen in place.
The rising cloud of dust seed to swallow everything, leaving the onlookers chilled to the bone, their gazes stupefied.
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