Bathed in golden light is the stone hamr.
Beneath the stone hamr are strands of red hair flowing in the wind.
And the owner of this red hair, at this very mont, has his back to all beings.
There's no need for a closer look to know that he is strong.
His upper body, as sculpted as if by knife and chisel, is exposed, revealing the most beautiful muscle under the golden light, while his lower body is wrapped in casual fabric, showcasing his physique just right.
The right arm raised high with the stone hamr emphasizes an extre sense of strength, as if in the next mont it would smash sothing incredible to smithereens.
His entire body is like a perfect marble sculpture under classical aesthetics, without any damage, full of vitality.
Without much introduction or overly complex aura and entrance descriptions, the mont soone lays eyes on him, a certain feeling arises in their hearts.
The red-haired man possesses the spirit only a hero would have!
Who is he!?
The adventurers have never seen such a person in the Sain Dungeon!
"Who, who is that?"
Hidor was the first to utter a sound of astonishnt; his eyesight allowed him to see directly from the Imperial Capital to Black Stone City here, "Could it be another legendary figure, truly only leaving behind...?"
Before he could finish, Gapar knocked him on the head with the sword's hilt, saying, "Wait, don't rush to deny yourself, no matter how you look at it, that person is undoubtedly from the Sain Dungeon."
"From the Sain Dungeon... Huff, that's a relief, since coming from the dungeon ans no matter how strong, they can't strike ," Hidor showed a relieved expression.
"It's fine, it's fine, if you want to get stronger, I can instruct you, I'm good at teaching," Gapar gave a thumbs-up.
"..."
This conversation between the two reached the ears of the crowd, leaving everyone speechless because—
"Aren't your focus points skewed?!"
Turci pointed to the red-haired man at the Sain Dungeon and said:
"The monsters from the Sain Dungeon have co out!"
"This is a [rampage]!"
"The dungeon rampaging would make the situation even more dangerous!"
[Sain!]
A shout from Younka resounded in the sky, and amidst the surging clouds, the magic fog swirling over the Imperial Capital was swiftly dragged towards Black Stone City by an invisible force.
The sky over the Imperial Capital instantly cleared up again, changing so fast people had no ti to react.
Inside the Imperial Capital, almost all potential growth nutrients had been absorbed; leaving the low-nutrient individuals would make no difference. Younka now intended to use all his power to confront Sain.
[Trying new tricks again?!]
[The red-haired strongman, could he be related to the Shattered Star General, a descendant?]
In the surging fog, Younka's face fixated on the red-haired man bathed in golden light.
Though he appeared rely a tall human, he felt a sensation he had never experienced before emanating from him.
Not a sense of oppression, disgust, or murderous aura, but....
A purer enemy feeling?
If described, Younka, proclaiming himself a god, expected to conquer the world through power upon maturity, establishing a set of rules to dictate the world's course.
And that red-haired man felt like... he too had his set of unwavering rules, intolerant of any other rules, eliminating any deviants!
This is what Younka felt as a "pure enemy."
But, but.
[If I feel this way, doesn't it an...]
The magical fog surged more violently, signifying Younka's heart was quite unsettled.
[Doesn't it an he is like , possibly a god!]
He couldn't accept it; for him to beco an elevated existence took all his efforts, so why could the Sain Dungeon just casually produce one?
This is unfair!
The multitude of emotions inside Younka made his power verge on rampage. Approaching Black Stone City in that instant, he unleashed the power he had grown until now.
It was strength capable of releasing close to a thousand spells in an instant, unimaginable for any magician on earth.
Whether attack magic, defense magic, curse, healing, undead, flight, gravity, luminous stone... all kinds of spells were forcibly anchored together by his power and finally transford into the simplest form—a gigantic magic light ball—hurtling towards the teleportation gate of the Sain Dungeon!
"Starting with an attack nearing forbidden curse level!?" Even heavily injured, Turci resolutely undertook the role of comntator!
Can a forbidden curse be conjured with such ease?
Younka's current power was probably much stronger than they had imagined; treating a pseudo-forbidden spell level attack as regular would surpass all known magicians!
More terrifyingly, Younka was continuously growing every second, and if he grew to the end, his descriptor might actually turn into "He"!
The magic light ball, containing thousands of spells and reverting to a simple spherical shape, sped towards the teleportation gate of the Sain Dungeon, first and foremost encountering the red-haired man standing before the gate.
At that mont, the statue-like man finally made a move.
The sound of wind, footsteps, fighting, and shouting—all sorts of sounds on earth were drowned out, covered by an inexplicable lody reverberating across the plain.
Thump-thump—thump-thump—
The high-pitched lody suddenly erged, majestic notes directly striking people's hearts.
Just like the most grandiose divine hymn!
And in the ears of the observing crowd, they couldn't think of that many additional anings temporarily, only unified in one feeling:
"This lody is quite catchy..."
Turci murmured to himself:
"Feels like I'll get my brains bashed in by that hamr any second."
The red-haired man—[Radagon], under the involuntary gaze of the crowd, gracefully rotated his stance; though it seed like a slow and composed turn, in terms of ti, the motion was completed in an instant.
At this mont, his face was finally revealed in front of everyone.
Under the red hair was a standard handso face, surprisingly youthful, perfectly matching the "handso" description of divine faces in mythological legends.
Any young girl in love would fall for such a face, and boys would not be excluded.
This is the beauty of a hero, divine beauty.
What stands here is not a half-destroyed statue but a complete body, appearing right now.
It's the [young] Radagon!
According to the statistics from the Sain Dungeon, this might not be the period when he was the strongest, and due to the limited spiritual power invested, this would not be his mont of full potential.
However, he possesses everything he should have, such as—
The representative golden light of the Golden Law suddenly entwined his left arm, rendering it a pure golden color, exuding an extraordinary aura.
The red-haired hero raised his arm towards the magic light ball of forbidden curse level.
In the next mont, a miraculous event occurred.
"Whoa! He caught it!" Turci's shout voiced the thoughts of the people.
The arm wrapped in golden light directly caught the forbidden curse-level attack!
[What's going on! There should be explosive magic in it!] Younka attempted to detonate the magic light ball to cause damage, but the ball remained motionless.
It felt as though the connection was severed; it had nothing to do with him anymore.
Before he could take further action, the ensuing scene made him forget to move.
Radagon's hand, which had opened to grab the ball, suddenly ford a fist, and the magic light ball, several tis his size, abruptly disappeared.
No warning, no special effects, it just vanished purely, more decisively than an eraser wiping away a pencil drawing.
[What!!!???]
"Wow! Amazing!"
Younka and Turci's voices were equally matched, wavering in the sky together.
The situation here had long beco the center of focus, causing the dragons in combat to halt and observe the situation here. Even Elo, under the hold of the Madness Qi Dragon, was drawn here, and the Madness Qi Dragon remained still.
The civilians who had been scattering to avoid the impact of the Magic Fog also stopped. Though they couldn't see the scene with their eyes, they could feel it quietly.
They sensed the situation developing favorably towards them.
At this mont, so keen-sensed civilians suddenly noticed sothing amiss.
"Why does the effect of the Magic Fog on us seem to have suddenly disappeared?"
After speaking, they witnessed a scene unforgettable for a lifeti:
Around everyone hovered a tiny full moon dispelling the surrounding fog.
The moonlight was stunningly beautiful.
Younka had no ti to sense why his growth rate had slowed because he faced a scenario beyond his understanding.
Even though he had ascended to a higher existence, his mindset had not adapted. Seeing the forbidden curse-level attack disappear suddenly, he fell into a state of bewildernt.
Then he saw Radagon's arm, which had nullified the magic light ball, suddenly flash with gold, and several thick golden light beams forming "spears" shot toward Younka's cloud. This attack resembled the "Thunder Spear" but was fundantally different in power.
Moreover, Younka realized in this instant:
These golden shining attacks were transford from his magic light ball.
In other words, Radagon was using his own attack to counter him!
[Outrageous!]
[It's just a linear attack; its trajectory can be determined in a mont. Watch dodge—]
Radagon's counterattack speed far exceeded Younka's imagination, and those golden lights pierced into the cloud imdiately.
Then, he let out a scream unheard by people before.
[Ahhhhhhhhh——]
Searing as if his soul was burning, this agony was an unprecedented experience for Younka.
What kind of power was this? It was as if he was being attacked by a force of law.
In extre pain, he countered with several magic light balls, each with power comparable to before.
Indeed, this guy could use pseudo-forbidden spell level power as common strikes!
[How about now, with so many numbers, you can't react, can you!]
Younka could barely laugh twice before feeling strangled.
His magic light balls crashed towards Radagon one after another with minimal clearance, aiming to strike while the opponent blocked the first attack.
However, Radagon's "golden left hand" at this mont swept out residual shadows.
Those magic light balls were obliterated in the blink of an eye, followed by dozens of golden lights shooting at Younka.
[How is this possible, you bastard! Whoooaaa——]
First ca the roar, then Younka let out another scream.
The cloud split rapidly, leaving only the part hit by the golden light behind to confront Radagon, while the rest wisely fled.
They dashed toward nearby cities not far from Black Stone City, aiming to absorb more magicians and strengthen themselves.
Though not witnessing any more techniques, he quickly realized that without achieving a certain level of growth, he couldn't battle on equal footing with Radagon.
At least until he could grow enough, that would be fair!
The small cloud split off to stall this fellow was a necessary sacrifice.
"Trying to escape?" These words were said by Gong Qiying.
As he spoke, Radagon simultaneously raised his arm.
He swung the stone hamr down towards the remaining cloud.
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