"Thousand Dragon Power!" There was no need to continue exchanging words with the opponent. Saraf shouted in anger and then turned into a red flash, disappearing from his original position.
"So fast!" Even Pei Yan, who was accustod to Spatial Teleportation and high-speed movent, couldn't help but exclaim in admiration when he saw Saraf instantly appear in front of Nero in the next second.
Bang! A heavy punch landed squarely on Nero's unsuspecting right cheek. Pei Yan could clearly see Nero's entire right face distorted and deford with the swing of Saraf's fist, yet his figure stood unwavering in the void.
"Can you still laugh now?" asked Saraf with a grim smile, standing opposite Nero.
"Is that all you've got? Then you're a real disappointnt!" Nero said disdainfully, as he pushed his slightly tilted face back with his hands, fixing his head and staring at Saraf.
"Damn! Let's see how long you can stay arrogant!" Saraf was shocked at Nero's action, and once again, his anger was ignited. He launched a series of violent and relentless attacks on Nero, swinging his fists.
Boom! Boom! Boom! The magma on the stage leapt with the swing of Saraf's punches. With each punch he delivered, his body was engulfed by the soaring magma. When his fist swung out, the magma ford a roaring dragon head in front of him. It issued a crisp dragon roar before crashing onto Nero's body, erupting in a fierce rumble.
Watching Saraf jump back and forth on the battlefield, unleashing fearso attacks from all directions, the spectators from the investigation hall rose to their feet, showing expressions of astonishnt on their faces. They were not captivated by Saraf's spectacular attacks, but rather shocked by his ferocious target.
Facing Saraf's torrential onslaught, Nero remained like a steadfast anchor, standing motionless. No matter how Saraf attacked, his form did not move an inch, as if the attacks were like scratching an itch through a boot, having no effect on him whatsoever.
"Is Saraf just all show with no substance? How could such a commotion have no effect at all?" Jiang Feiyang exclaid, his mouth agape in disbelief.
"All show and no substance? You wouldn't last two punches before kicking the bucket if it were you!" Gu Shenghui reprimanded in a low voice with a grim face. Clearly, Nero's composure had also put pressure on him, prompting him to turn his head and ask the serious Zheng Jia Ru, "How does he compare to your strength?"
Gu Shenghui's words focused everyone's attention on Zheng Jia Ru, and even Pei Yan wanted to know how this person, who had pushed his strength to the human limit, would evaluate Saraf's attacks.
"Very strong! Extrely strong!" Zheng Jia Ru, watching the match with cold sweat dripping from his forehead, replied incredulously, "Although there is so gap compared to my peak strongest attack, the high-frequency attacks with the magma enhancent should not result in such a reaction from the person being attacked."
He turned to Pei Yan and confird, "I believe that even if you were attacked with such power, there's no way you'd be entirely unscathed, right?"
Pei Yan nodded with difficulty; Zheng Jia Ru's assumptions were almost in line with his expectations. After pondering for a mont, he said, "You're right. No one can withstand such attacks and be unscathed. This isn't about physical durability. It ans enduring such impact without moving; the only explanation is that Saraf's attacks were absorbed or diverted."
"Absorbed?" Zheng Jia Ru was stunned and turned back to gaze at the battlefield in bewildernt, "Is that possible?"
"There's nothing impossible! Divine Artifacts can achieve this, and it's plausible for those of us who have devoured such artifacts to do so. Saraf should soon uncover the reason." Pei Yan sighed while watching the battlefield.
Just as Pei Yan speculated, after several rounds of fierce attacks, Saraf identified the key to the problem. He withdrew his fists, leaped out of the battle circle, took several deep breaths to steady his rapid breathing, and then locked his gaze on Nero, sneering, "Artifact fusion? Is that your trump card?"
"To be precise, one of them. Your attack is only enough for to reveal this one trump card." Nero said, laughing as he gently rubbed his devastated face.
"Indeed! I should have guessed sooner! With the stakes high in this competition, there isn't a single easy opponent. Initially, I wanted to progress further in this match, but now it seems unnecessary! Fortunately, my master doesn't have high expectations for . Taking you down here today fulfills my wish too."
Having said that, Saraf ceased to look at Nero, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. As he exhaled, cracks appeared in the dragon scales on his back, and three pairs of dragon wings started to grow from either side of his back. They appeared dignified and majestic, differing from the ones he unfurled during his bout with Suhabaru, and the power contained within his wings was purer, unlike before.
Once the dragon wings fully spread, Saraf's montum reached its peak. He casually grabbed a handful of flas from the magma and held it in his hand. Under the gaze of the crowd, he took another deep breath and exhaled Dragon Breath onto the flas. As the erald green Dragon Breath infused steadily, the energy in the six dragon wings behind him was depleted completely, while the flas condensed into a vibrant, crystal-clear erald orb.
The condensation of the orb evidently drained Saraf's energy considerably. Although he seed listless, he was confident that the orb would inevitably hit the opponent. Without regarding whether Nero would dodge, he flicked the orb toward him.
Compared to his previous speed, the progress of the orb could be described as turtle-like. Just as Saraf expected, Nero stood his ground without any intention to evade, observed the approaching orb with arms crossed.
While the two remained calm, the audience by the battlefield appeared more tense. At this mont, everyone held their breath, quietly anticipating the outco when the orb traveled across half the arena and struck Nero.
Poof! A faint sound, akin to a mosquito's buzz, echoed unnaturally on the silent battlefield as the orb gently touched Nero amidst everyone's watchful eyes and seamlessly rged into his body.
Ti ticked by minute by minute. Three minutes later, Wang Wenze glanced at his watch, then looked at the unmoving figure on the scene and couldn't help but comnt, "That's it? No reaction?"
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