Chapter 2522
With a longsword in hand, Dustin plunged into the crowd like a tiger among sheep and cut down his enemies with brutal efficiency.
Though he couldn't tap into his mystical energy, his physical strength far outstripped that of an average martial artist. His speed, power, reflexes, and combat skills crushed anyone in his path.
Every swing of his blade was precise and targeted the enemy's vital spots with deadly accuracy, which left no room for defense.
Under his relentless assault, the assassins were helpless. The air rang with their screams as bodies fell one after another.
Unlike the tournament match, Dustin now unleashed his full power in this life -or-death fight. His attacks were becoming more brutal and relentless than ever.
"This kid's tougher than I thought." Hank frowned as he watched his men struggle.
He hadn't expected Dustin to have such formidable combat prowess, even with his sealed cultivation. If an unmatched genius like Dustin couldn't be made an ally, he had to be eliminated before he become a bigger threat.
"Attack together! Kill him at all costs!" Hank barked to the six who had activated the sealing formation.
These six men weren't just any fighters. They were genetically enhanced operatives from the Hall of Gods- emotionless, immune to pain, and utterly indifferent to death. With unshakable loyalty, they followed orders without question. They were the perfect killing machines.
Follow on sunniworlds.blogspot.comBailey had sent them to him to deal with the Sacred Wyrm Summit elites.
But now, Hank had no choice but to use them against Dustin.
"Kill him!" Without hesitation, the six men in black drew their blades and charged at Dustin. They moved so fast that the surrounding martial artists could barely follow.
They only saw fleeting black shadows darting past, followed by razor-sharp blade auras that dazzled their eyes with blinding light.
Although the sealing formation had nullified the cultivation abilities within a 330-foot radius, these six men in black could ignore that limitation. In other words, their combat strength not only remained intact but was even amplified. This was the terrifying power of the formation.
As expected, the tide changed when they joined the fight. What had been a one-sided massacre by Dustin beca fierce struggle, with the six men managing to hold him back. Neither side gained the upper hand as the fight continued.
If Dustin's cultivation hadn't been sealed, dealing with these six would have been child's play. Since he couldn't channel his mystical pure energy, he had to rely solely on his physical strength. This made things difficult, as his capabilities fell short compared to those of his opponents.
But now he had to face the six men in black while also staying on guard against potential ambushes from the surrounding martial artists, which added another layer of complexity to an already precarious situation.
"Hmph! Let's see how long you can last! "Seeing the situation was already under control, Hank couldn't help but curl his lips into a cold, mocking smile.
He admitted that Dustin was strong, but going against the Hall of Gods was sheer folly. With so many subordinates at his command, a basic swarm tactic would be enough to wear down Dustin, and victory was only a matter of time.
"Tto die, Rhys!" At that moment, Garrett, who had been lying in wait among the crowd, finally made his move. He had harbored a long-standing grudge against Dustin but had to maintain a facade of respect before due to Dustin's formidable strength.
Now that Dustin had betrayed the Hall of Gods and was surrounded by top elites, this was Garrett's chance for revenge.
When Dustin exposed a weakness, Garrett wasted no tand lunged forward with his blade aimed at Dustin's back. But just before it struck, a hand, hard like iron, shot out and caught his weapon mid-thrust.
"Huh?" Garrett suddenly turned his head and met Willard's indifferent gaze.
"Willard! What the hell are you doing?" Garrett's eyes flared with fury as he let out an angry roar.
He had finally spotted an opening to vent his pent-up frustration. But just as he was about to strike, his teammate stepped in the way and blocked his attack. Naturally, this made him even more irate.
"I'm not doing anything. I just don't like what you're doing," Willard said casually.
"Are you out of your mind? We're both working for the Hall of Gods. Are you seriously thinking of betraying us?" Garrett spat and glared at him.
"You're right. I am betraying them," Willard admitted without hesitation.
"Bastard, I'll kill you first!" Garrett twisted his blade to break free of Willard's grip. Then, he swept it toward Willard's neck in a deadly slash.
Willard took two steps back and effortlessly sidestepped the horizontal attack. He casually lifted his flask and took a sip. His nonchalant demeanor made it seem like Garrett wasn't even worth his attention. "Go to hell!" Consumed by rage, Garrett swung his long blade in a flurry of relentless strikes, each aimed squarely at Willard.
But as Willard took another swig of wine, his eyes flashed with sudden intensity. A powerful, commanding presence radiated from him.
As Garrett's blade cslashing down, Willard advanced instead of retreating. His palm struck the weapon with a resounding clang.
Garrett's blade was knocked aside, and the immense force numbed his where he almost lost arm to the point his grip. Before he could react, Willard struck again. With blinding speed, his palm slammed into Garrett's chest with explosive force. 2 Garrett's entire body was flung back over ten yards and crashed heavily to the ground. Blood sprayed from his mouth and nose, and he couldn't even get up.
"You... How are you able to use internal energy?" He clutched his chest, his voice a mix of shock and fury.
Aside from the six men in black, everyone else in the area had their cultivation sealed, so no one should have been able to use internal energy.
Yet, Willard's palm strike had carried the unmistakable power of a grandmaster's internal energy.
m Garrett couldn't understand how Willard had bypassed the formation's restrictions..
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"Take a guess." Willard didn't answer. Instead, he took another sip from his flask.
His cultivation had been sealed, but his strength cfrom the wine in his hand. The wine was refined with valuable herbs and contained dense spiritual energy, which he could absorb and convert into combat power.
In short, every sip made him stronger. Even with his cultivation sealed, he could still execute powerful techniques.
"It's the wine, isn't it?" Garrett's gaze landed on the flask, and a quick realization set in. Willard drank before and after every attack, which hinted at something suspicious.
"Bingo. But no prize for you." Willard smirked and launched forward with a palm strike aimed at Garrett. Though his strength wasn't at its peak, the attack remained a deadly threat to the already injured Garrett.
"Mr. Styles, save me." Garrett knew he had no chance of blocking it and cried for help.
"Go to hell, traitor!" Hank saw the internal commotion unfold and threw a powerful punch at Willard without hesitation.
His cultivation had been sealed, but he had taken a valuable herb earlier. This herb granted him a temporary combat boost, but only for ten strikes. Once the effects wore off, he would be as vulnerable as the others.
He had intended to use it at a critical moment, either to defend himself or to turn the battle's outcome. But with Garrett's desperate cry drawing everyone's attention, he couldn't just stand idly by.
Willard didn't flinch even when Hank intervened. He swiftly turned to face him and countered with a decisive palm strike.
The clash of fists and palms sent a shockwave rippling outward. Martial artists within a 30-feet radius were sent flying through the air by the sheer force of the impact.
Hank staggered back more than ten steps as his internal energy surged chaotically inside him. In contrast, Willard stood his ground and remained calm.
"That's impossible?" Hank's expression changed, and his composure wavered. He hadn't expected Willard's palm strike to be so powerful that he couldn't block it.
Even in his sealed state, Willard could still unleash incredible strength. If he were at his peak, he would be an unstoppable force. Being called the Wein Sage in the martial world proved he wasn't just an ordinary opponent. "Willard! The Hall of Gods has rewarded you generously. Why are you betraying us?" Hank growled. Dustin's betrayal halfway through the mission had already thrown him off guard. With Willard also turning against them in the middle of the battle, the situation had beceven more tense.
"Betrayal?" Willard laughed and took a sip from his flask. “I hate to break it to you, but someone paida fortune to infiltrate your Hall of Gods and sabotage your plans at a crucial moment. Technically, I'm not a traitor. I'm more like an undercover agent." He couldn't use his internal energy at the moment. Instead, he had to draw on the spiritual energy in the wine to power his techniques. It temporarily boosted his strength, but things would get ugly fast once his wine ran out. So, he needed a quick, decisive fight to eliminate as many enemies as possible.
"So, you're a spy!" Hank gritted his teeth, and his face twisted with fury. Willard, don't forget-you drank poison before this mission. Without my antidote, you're as good as dead!" "If I kill you, that antidote is mine, right?" Willard smiled faintly.
"You..." Hank's expression faltered for a split second before he snarled. "Fine. Since you're so stubborn, you leavewith no choice!" With a wave of his hand, Hank ordered, "Everyone, listen up! Anyone who kills him will get double the reward!" More than half of the martial artists immediately changed targets and charged at Willard. In their eyes, he would be an easier opponent than Dustin. If they had a choice, they would rather avoid a difficult fight.
"Con, then!" Willard's laughter rang out, wild and taunting, as the martial artists charged at him from every direction. Without hesitation, he drained his wine flask in one gulp. Instantly, his face flushed red, and his entire presence becmore formidable.
"Today, you'll witness a long-lost technique-the Infinite Spirit Manifestation!" He took a deep breath, then clapped both hands sharply to the sides.
From his body, countless illusory images shot out in dense, unending waves. The number of these illusions was staggering-hundreds, then thousands-emerging without pause in a torrent of nearly uncountable shadows. Willard's eyes shut tight as he remained still. The illusory images, as if possessing their own consciousness, launched various attacks against the surrounding martial artists.
Though the illusory images looked unreal, their strikes landed with m devastating force. The martial artists felt like Willard had struck them as they collapsed onto the ground and screamed in agony. The most terrifying part was that even if the martial artists managed to destroy them, the illusory images instantly regenerated to continue their relentless assault.
Their sheer numbers and unyielding regeneration turned the battle into a slaughter with no defense possible. In a few seconds, more than half of the attacking martial artists had already fallen.
Hank, Garrett, and the others stood frozen in stunned disbelief. They hadn't imagined that Willard would have such a formidable skill. He had wiped out most of their elite martial artists in just one move. To them, Willard's sheer power was terrifying.
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Willard's ultimate move cleared the battlefield in an instant. The martial artists who had rushed forward were either dead or critically wounded, with no ability to defend themselves.
"This... How is this possible?" Hank's eyes widened in terror as cold sweat beaded on his forehead.
Under the restriction of the sealing formation, even ultimate grandmasters couldn't unleash their full strength. But Willard, with nothing more than a flask of liquor, had managed to tap into a suprdivine power far beyond his cultivation level.
Though he was only at the grandmaster level, his move, Infinite Spirit Manifestation, carried the might of an ultimate grandmaster. If he were to use it again, the outcwould be grim for everyone, including himself. "Retract!" Willard took a deep breath and the thousands of illusory images that had surged forth earlier instantly retracted into his body. His face turned red and pale as his breath grew heavy and ragged.
The toll of using Infinite Spirit Manifestation was unmistakable. With his cultivation sealed, executing such an attack once had already pushed him to the limit.
Only a handful of martial artists, including Hank and the six black men, still had the strength to fight. In total, barely a dozen remained standing.
The six men in black-the strongest among the group-were fully engaged by Dustin and couldn't spare any hands to help. As for the rest, only Hank posed a genuine threat. The others were paralyzed by fear and dared not approach.
Follow on sunniworlds.blogspot.com"Hank, if you know what's good for you, retreat now. Otherwise, you'll end up like these corpses," Willard said coldly.
His strength, stamina, and focus were rapidly draining. If the fight continued, it might not end in his favor. His only hope now was to intimidate Hank into retreating.
"Mr. Styles, what should we do? Should we retreat for now?" Garrett clutched his chest in panic.
They had arrived with over a hundred men, but now most of them were either dead or critically wounded. At that instant, Garrett had lost his will to fight.
"What are you panicking for? Willard just exhausted his suprdivine power and is barely hanging on. Don't let him intimidate you." Hank frowned, and his eyes locked on Willard.
He could tell Willard had overexerted himself with that last move. Otherwise, he would've pressed the attack instead of trying to intimidate them.
"That may be true, but we've already lost most of our men. If we keep fighting, we'll only suffer more casualties. Maybe we should retreat and plan our next move?" Garrett said tentatively.
"Plan? Damn you!" Hank exploded and slapped Garrett hard across the face. ” This mission is do or die. Anyone who dares retreat has only one outcome- death!" At this point, he knew there was no way out. If they retreated now, they would be executed by Bailey upon their return. Rather than live in disgrace as a deserter, he would rather stake everything in this final fight.
With that thought, Hank pulled out two vials of enhanced serum and tossed one to Garrett. "Drink this. It'll greatly enhance your physical abilities and boost your combat power. I've worked hard to get this, and now I'm giving one to you." "Thank you, Mr. Styles!" Garrett's face lit up with relief as he took the vial.
The vial in his hands was an S-grade enhanced serum. It was ten times better than the A-grade one he had used before. With such a treasure in hand, his confidence was instantly restored.
"If we don't complete this mission today, we will both die. So, let's give it everything we've got.' Hank unscrewed the vial without hesitation and drank it in one gulp. He had already consumed one earlier, and a second dose could cause his body to explode. But he had no tto worry about that. His only options now were victory or death.
"Attack!" Feeling the power surge inside him, Hank wasted no tand charged forward with his blade. Tonight, he would either emerge victorious or die trying.
Outside the main hall of Sacred Wrym Summit, hundreds of elite martial artists relentlessly battered the mountain protective array. A continuous barrage of attacks rocked the air, with explosions echoing nonstop.
The once-impregnable barrier was weakening under the continuous onslaught. It was clear the array wouldn't hold much longer.
Inside the hall, the elites of Sacred Wrym Summit stood ready for the impending clash.
Oron burst into the room and reported, “Kaden, the mountain protection array is about to break. We only have half an hour left." "It's fine. Let them through," Kaden said impassively. "Order the disciples to set up twelve small formations. We'll turn defense into offense and ensure these invaders don't leave here alive." "Understood!" Oron responded and quickly left.
Moments later, the mountain protective array suddenly vanished.
With the barrier down, the forces of the Hall of Gods hesitated briefly before charging forward, their battle cries ringing in the distance. A wave of elites brandished their weapons and charged through the hall's main entrance.
"Slay the demons! "Kill them!"
The defenders of Sacred Wrym Summit had been waiting for this moment. As the enemy forces m stormed through the main entrance, over a hundred Sacred Wrym Summit's elite martial artists swiftly formed defensive formations and launched their counterattack.
The air was filled with the deafening sounds of battle-war cries, agonized screams, and the explosive crashes of weapons clashing. The first full-scale clash between Sacred Wrym Summit and the Hall of Gods had begun. Bailey observed the fight unfolding in the distance from atop a building at Sacred Wrym Summit. He had no intention of intervening.
His goal was more than just the destruction of Sacred Wrym Summit.
He was there to eliminate Arion, the number-one martial artist in the martial world. As the greatest martial artist in Dragonmarsh, Arion posed a serious threat to the Streuquan.
If Arion fell, the martial world in Dragonmarsh would descend into chaos. It would be the perfect opportunity for the Hall of Gods to strike from every direction and cripple the nation.
It was a strategy that could accomplish two objectives at once.
Now, all that was Arion to xhakes xeded was form Arion to thake an appearance. Once he did, Bailey would rally his forces to eliminate the greatest threat to their power.
Chapter 2525
The battle between the Hall of Gods and Sacred Wrym Summit raged with unrelenting intensity.
The Hall of Gods had made meticulous preparations for this invasion. Besides recruiting powerful martial artists from around the world, they also distributed valuable enhanced serums to everyone.
To counter Sacred Wrym Summit's Stormcraft technique, they developed a special combat suit capable of resisting such attacks.
Generally, a divine martial artist struck by Stormcraft would instantly lose their combat ability, but this special suit reduced the effectiveness of the attack by half. Even if struck, they could recover after a brief moment to continue fighting. The defensive capabilities of this gear were nearly flawless.
In addition, their greatest strength was the sheer weight of their numbers.
They had at least ten thousand people, including hired outlaws, under their command. During the siege, they were densely packed like a swarm of bees.
Follow on sunniworlds.blogspot.comIn contrast, Sacred Wrym Summit had only about a hundred people. Though each of them was highly skilled, they were still outnumbered, and as the battle raged on, they began to fall behind.
Fortunately, the disciples of Sacred Wrym Summit fought with seamless coordination. Their formation allowed them to hold their ground for a time. However, if their stamina were exhausted, the consequences would be disastrous.
"Mr. Bailey, we've taken over nearly every outpost on Sacred Wrym Summit. The main hall is the only area where sof them are still putting up a fight. But from the looks of it, they won't hold out much longer." A god- level expert dressed in black leaped onto the roof and delivered his report.
"What about Hank?" Bailey asked with an impassive expression. "How's the progress on his end?" The plan was to attack from multiple fronts. One group would infiltrate the Forbidden Ground, another would surround and kill the Sacred Wrym Summit experts, and the strongest group would ambush Arion. He aimed to achieve the maximum result in the shortest tpossible.
"We haven't heard from Mr. Styles yet, but he's well-prepared with contingency plans. I'm sure everything is going smoothly," the god-level expert dressed in black replied.
"This mission must not fail. Send two scouts to check and report back immediately if anything goes wrong," Bailey commanded.
"Yes, sir," the god-level expert responded and gestured to two men, who immediately rushed toward the Forbidden Ground.
At that moment, a blood-red figure materialized beside Bailey-it was Blood Devil Willem. "Bailey, we've already brought the fight to their door. Why hasn't that old geezer made a move? Did he chicken out and run away?" Bailey narrowed his eyes. "The so-called number one of Dragonmarsh wouldn't be a coward. Let's wait and see what happens." The most daunting task in this mission was taking down Arion. For years, he had dominated the martial world of Dragonmarsh and was regarded as a godlike existence. Clearly, such a title wasn't given lightly.
With Sacred Wrym Summit in danger, there was no way Arion would simply run without putting up a fight.
"I say we need more bloodshed. Once we wipe out Sacred Wrym Summit, I'll bet that old geezer will crawl out of hiding." Willem grinned maliciously.
As his words fell, a distant, chilling voice suddenly echoed from above." Who dares speak of destroying the Sacred Wrym Summit?" It wasn't loud but rang with an undeniable authority like thunderclaps. Everyone within a hundred-yard radius felt a crushing weight, as though a mountain pressed down on their shoulders, making it hard to breathe.
"Hmm?" Bailey and Willem both turned their heads in unison.
A figure stood atop a tree not far behind them-a plump man with a round belly stood with his hands behind his back. He had a head full of silver hair and wore a simple, loose robe. His face looked warm and harmless, but the immense pressure emanating from him was terrifying.
Without a doubt, the seemingly friendly man before them was the target they had cto kill-Arion Foyer.
In an instant, Bailey's and Willem's muscles tensed, assuming a combat stance. A flicker of surprise crossed their faces. After waiting so long, they hadn't expected Arion to appear behind them silently.
As soon as Arion revealed his presence, multiple figures quickly emerged around him.
The Sword Sage of Kimboku, Anthony; the three top assassins of Eskus- Vanzan, Noir, and Shyvan; Batuul, the Fist Sage of Alabastria; and several gods from the Hall of Gods. Including Bailey and Willem, there were more than ten powerful figures.
Together, they surrounded Arion and cut off his escape route.
"Old geezer, I didn't expect you to dare to show up. Do you not fear death?" Willem sneered with a wicked grin.
Arion stood atop the tree and looked down with a detached ed gaze as ifn observing an insignificant insect." Were you the one aiming to wipe out the Sacred Wrym Summit earlier?" "Yes, it's me. What about it?" Willem showed no fear. "Not only am I going to destroy Sacred Wrym Summit, but I'm going to kill you too." "Bold words." Arion suddenly smiled and gave him a thumbs-up. "I haven't fought in years, but I suppose you'll do for a warm-up." As soon as the words left his mouth, he vanished. When he reappeared, he was directly in front of Willem.
He raised his hand and slapped Willem across the face. The sound of the impact echoed like a thunderclap.
Before Willem could register the strike, his body was launched like a missile, hurtling over 100 • feet through the air. He crashed through several large trees before slamming heavily into the ground.
Half of his face had caved in, and his on features twisted beyond recognition, with blood pouring from his shattered nose and mouth. The sight was brutal and horrifying.
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The sudden turn of events took everyone by surprise. No one had expected Arion to strike so suddenly; he was so fast that they couldn't even see his movement.
Even Willem, renowned for his speed, couldn't react in time. One slap had sent him flying-simple, brutal, and unstoppable.
At that moment, they finally realized that the seemingly harmless Arion was much more formidable than they had imagined.
Willem staggered to his feet and reached up to straighten his twisted neck. His collapsed cheek began to heal at a visible rate. Fortunately for him, vampires possessed extraordinary regenerative abilities. Without it, the slap would have crippled him.
"You're strong for an old geezer, but it'll take more than that to finishoff," Willem hissed through clenched teeth. The bloodthirst in his eyes was unmistakable as he glared at Arion. If he could drain Arion's blood, his strength would surge to unimaginable heights.
"Oh? This is interesting." Arion raised an eyebrow with a faint smile.
"Go to hell, old geezer!" Willem snarled and sprang into action. He pushed off with his feet and turned into a blood-red shadow as he charged toward Arion.
Follow on sunniworlds.blogspot.comWith one hand behind his back, Arion didn't move to dodge. Instead, he extended his right hand and lightly tapped the incoming shadow.
A loud crack split the air as a purple lightning bolt, as thick as a human thigh, shot out. The surrounding night sky lit up as the bolt streaked across it.
It was the signature technique of Sacred Wrym Summit-Stormcraft.
Most disciples could summon a bolt as thick as a thumb, and even someone as skilled as Oron could manage a lightning bolt as thick as his wrist. But Arion's lightning bolt was as thick as a thigh. This was no ordinary Stormcraft -it was like the wrath of the gods.
The lightning struck the blood-red shadow with a crack and blasted it into pieces. But then, something strange happened. The shattered remains transformed into thousands of vampiric bats.
The bats swarmed in a dense mass, and their erratic movements made them hard to track. They scattered in all directions before swiftly regrouping and charging at Arion in relentless waves like a storm of projectiles.
Suddenly, a hum filled the air, and a brilliant golden light enveloped Arion's body. The light, blinding as the sun, flared outward. Any bat that touched it was instantly knocked away. Before they even hit the ground, they dissolved into red mist. The bats couldn't even get close to Arion.
While a typical Glow Incantation would serve only as a defensive shield, Arion's version carried offensive power. Any evil energy that cinto contact would be obliterated.
Seeing his attack fail, the swarm of bats quickly regrouped and transformed back into Willem's original form. But he looked even paler than before. The bats had been created from his own blood energy, and the golden light's eradication of them had drained him.
"Is this all you've got? And you dare to claim you can destroy Sacred Wrym Summit? How foolish!" Arion smiled contemptuously.
"Old geezer! Let's settle this once and for all!" Willem snarled. His fangs and claws were bared as he lunged at Arion like a wild beast.
"Attack!" Seeing that Willem failed to gain any advantage, Bailey immediately commanded the others to strike. In an instant, more than a dozen elite fighters attacked Arion from all sides.
Bailey was a powerhouse with extraordinary physical strength. His speed, power, and defenses set him apart from other ultimate grandmasters. His combat style was violent he used his hands like blades, which were capable of tearing a person apart.
Batuul's fighting style was similar to Bailey's, as he relied on his fists as his main weapons. The difference was that Batuul's fist mastery had reached perfection, which allowed each strike to pinpoint weak spots and shatter them with 100 times the force.
His attacks were simple and brutal, yet his technique had a hidden precision that made it almost impossible to predict.
Anthony from Kimboku was a master swordsman with advanced cultivation.
Follow on sunniworlds.blogspot.comThe demonic blade he wielded was incredibly sinister, as it was capable of draining the target's life force. Even a minor cut from it would rapidly sap the victim's vitality until they died.
As for the three top assassins from Eskus, each had their own unique strengths.
Vanzan, a master of submission holds, had limbs as deadly as constricting snakes. Anyone caught in his grasp would be unable to break free.
Noir was a deadly assassin who was proficient with a wide range of weapons. His strikes were sudden, lethal, and nearly impossible to counter.
As for Shyvan, he was a master of voodoo curses. He killed his victims silently and without a trace.
Alongside them, several gods from the Hall of Gods unleashed their most special techniques ando m displayed their full combat power. When facing such world-class elites, any ordinary ultimate grandmaster would likely be torn apart instantly.
Arion remained unfazed as he stood perfectly still. He was enveloped in a dazzling golden light. His presence was as commanding as that of a god.
"Begone, evil cultist!" As the enemies closed in, he stomped his foot. The golden light around him suddenly transformed into thousands of long whips and lashed out indiscriminately in all directions. Each golden whip struck with the force of a thousand pounds. It could instantly kill any ordinary martial artist upon contact.
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Thousands of golden whips lashed out with the force of a storm, and it was impossible to dodge.
The group led by Bailey launched their attacks to block and continually struck the golden whips. With each collision, energy erupted, followed by loud booming sounds. 1 Arion stood firm like a mountain. His body was enveloped in golden light as he swung his whips. Even though he was outnumbered, he still held the advantage.
Bailey and the others couldn't break through at all. A few slightly weaker gods from the Hall of Gods were forced to retreat with each lash and struggled to withstand the onslaught.
At that moment, everyone finally realized the terrifying power of Dragonmarsh's strongest martial artist. Even the attacks evolved from the Glow Incantation were enough to throw them off balance.
"I don't believe these things can stop me!" Bailey roared as his body began to change. His already large frgrew even bulkier, like a small mountain. His shirt tore as his muscles expanded, and his muscles becdense and rock- like beneath his skin.
Along with his size, he experienced an explosion of hair growth that turned into a thick, unruly coat that covered his face, chest, and limbs. Then, sharp claws sprouted from his big hand
He looked like a towering black bear walking upright at a glance-strong, brutal, ferocious, and commanding. After his transformation, Bailey's strength and defense skyrocketed. The golden whips that once threatened him now barely scratched his skin. Instead, he effortlessly tore them apart with his bare hands.
"Go to hell!" he bellowed and charged forward like a tank. The golden whip blocking his path was effortlessly torn apart as he bulldozed his way through with unstoppable momentum.
As Bailey closed in on Arion, he threw a thunderous punch and slammed it against the golden light.
A deafening explosion shook the ground. The seemingly impenetrable Glow Incantation trembled under the force of the blow.
The resulting shockwave rippled outward and forced Bailey to retreat a few steps. After a brief pause, he stepped forward again, and his fists rained down like a relentless storm as he pounded against the golden light.
Each punch from Bailey reverberated like thunder, and his overwhelming strength shook the shimmering barrier. Under his relentless assault, the golden light surrounding Arion dimmed noticeably.
The sight sent the others into motion.
While Bailey unleashed his rampage, the other elites seized the moment and used their suprdivine powers to hammer away at the defenses of the Glow Incantation.
It didn't matter if Arion was Dragonmarsh's strongest martial artist. Even the mightiest would fall when they're up against the combined strength of these elites.
Seeing that the Glow Incantation couldn't hold up, Arion formed a single -handed seal and pointed at the sky.
Let the storm descend!" With a deep, resonant hum, a massive Eight Trigrams Formation appeared in the night sky. It spanned over a hundred feet and enveloped all the enemies within its reach.
"" Arion quickly formed another hand seal, and the formation spun at a terrifying speed. Lightning crackled, and thunder rumbled as an invisible pressure descended. It weighed down on the enemies like a crushing mountain and slowed their movements.
"Strike down!" Arion gestured down in a commanding motion.
The Eight Trigrams Formation blazed brilliantly, unleashing thick, purple lightning bolts as wide as a man's arm. Lightning rained down in relentless waves as countless strikes hammered the ground in an indiscriminate onslaught.
Follow on sunniworlds.blogspot.comThe enemies caught within the formation turned pale with fear as they hastily activated their protection armor energy. They had all witnessed the sheer destructive power of Arion's Stormcraft. Even the formidable Willem had been blown away without mercy, so who would dare to test their luck against it? However, not everyone chose to defend.
The transformed Bailey ignored the lightning crashing around him and kept pounding Arion's shimmering golden light with his fists.
Bolts of lightning hammered him relentlessly. Yet Bailey barely flinched as they struck him, and he continued his assault as if nothing had happened.
His ability to endure the full force of the Stormcraft strikes left the nearby fighters secretly amazed. Taking these hits head-on was something no one else would dare attempt.
He truly lived up to his title as the Grizz Lord. Being a ruler in the m underworld of Streuqua wasn't a title earned by just anyone-it meant he was a monster among monsters. "Break it now!" Bailey roared, and his fists hammered down with unstoppable force. Each blow was brutal and relentless.
After hundreds of strikes, the golden light around Arion finally began to crack. Bailey seized the opportunity and drove his sharp claws into the fracture.
With a mighty pull, his massive arms tore the barrier open. The once- impenetrable golden barrier now had a gap in it.
"Bailey! Lethelp you!" Seeing this, Willem transformed into a cloud of blood-red mist and weaved through the lightning before slipping through the gap. "Tto die, old geezer!" Willem smirked as he reformed behind Arion. Then, he opened his bloody mouth and aimed for Arion's neck.
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Willem was so fast that, even to a grandmaster, it would appear as though he had teleported, leaving no tto react.
Bailey had already drawn Arion's full attention, making Willem's sudden attack almost impossible to counter.
When everyone thought his attack was about to succeed, a red divine talisman suddenly shot out and stuck to his forehead just as his fangs were mere inches from Arion's neck.
The talisman exploded, releasing a surge of violent energy that blasted Willem over ten yards away. Before he hit the ground, a blazing fireball instantly engulfed him.
He screamed as he turned into a human torch. The fire burned fiercely, scorching his flesh and charring his body. The flames clung to him like a curse and were impossible to put out. His blood energy crackled and hissed as the fire burned, and thick black smoke rose from his body.
Follow on sunniworlds.blogspot.comThe sight shocked everyone.
Just moments ago, Willem had almost succeeded in his ambush, but Arion had been prepared. With a single talisman, he stopped the attack and set Willem on fire, leaving him screaming in agony.
Despite Willem possessing remarkable vital energy, he still felt pain. Ordinary wounds were nothing to him since he could heal instantly, so the pain was barely noticeable.
But being burned by fire was different, especially with flames that couldn't be extinguished. For someone with regenerative abilities, it was a nightmare of continuous pain as his skin burned and healed. This endless cycle proved unbearable, even for someone as strong as him.
"Lethelp you." A god from the Hall of Gods quickly pulled out a blue orb and hurled it toward Willem.
As soon as the orb touched the flames, it exploded and released a torrent of mist. The raging fire was immediately suppressed as water and flames clashed to create a thick cloud of white smoke.
Seeing the effect, the god threw two more blue orbs. Finally, the flames that had consumed Willem were extinguished.
At that moment, Willem was unrecognizable-his body charred beyond recognition, and he looked horrifying. Fortunately, his regenerative power was so formidable that the scorched skin began to peel away, revealing tender flesh underneath.
In just a few minutes, Willem had fully recovered, though his complexion had grown noticeably paler.
Vampires possessed incredible vital energy, but regeneration cat a cost. Unlike martial artists who restored their strength with spiritual energy, vampires relied on drinking blood-preferably from stronger individuals, as it could even boost their strength.
"I didn't expect you to have that trick up your sleeve, old geezer. Looks like I underestimated you." Willem panted heavily, and his face was full of resentment "You not only underestimated me, but you also overestimated yourself," Arion retorted with a smirk.
"Looks like I'll need to step it up if I want to kill you today." Willem suddenly turned to the god from the Hall of Gods who had just saved him. He smiled and said, "Thanks for the help earlier, but I'll be needing something else from you." "What do you need?" The god was puzzled.
Follow on sunniworlds.blogspot.com"Your life." In an instant, Willem appeared behind him with his mouth parted and sank his fangs into the god's neck.
The god's body went rigid, his face frozen in terror. He struggled to fight back but found himself paralyzed, unable to move.
Willem drank in large gulps, and the god's body visibly shriveled and withered before everyone's eyes. In mere moments, the once-mighty figure was reduced to a lifeless husk- gray hair, sunken features, and wide-open eyes frozen in eternal horror.
Willem wasn't just draining the man's blood, but his life essence. He then inhaled deeply, with a look of satisfaction on his face.
With the blood energy restoring his strength, he felt more powerful than ever. However, his actions sparked S disapproval from the other fighters. After the god had just saved him, Willem repaid the man by draining his life away. Such a heinous act couldn't be ignored. "Hey! Are you out of your mind? How could you kill your own ally?"
The other gods from the Hall of Gods erupted in anger. Though their bonds weren't deep, they were stil on the sside. Watching one of their own reduced to a lifeless husk by Willem's betrayal filled them with outrage.
"You exist to serve me," Willem said, licking the blood from the corner of m his mouth and smiling wickedly. "It's Ith and his privilege to becpart of me.
Now, I'll use his strength to crush that old geezer." With that, he let out a thunderous roar. Suddenly, two massive black wings unfurled from his back, like those of a demon.
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Willem's wings, black as night with a metallic sheen, erupted from his back. Fully extended, they stretched over 30 feet. With a gentle flap, a storm of wind and eerie howls swept through the air. The sheer force was intimidating to behold.
His appearance had also undergone a drastic transformation. Willem's once- handsface was now gaunt, his skin wrinkled, and his cheekbones jutted out. Fangs protruded from his mouth, and two sharp horns sprouted from his head.
He had grown taller, but his body was unnaturally thin, with his ribs and sternum visible beneath his skin. From a distance, he looked like a towering, monstrous skeleton. It was an unsettling sight that sent a chill down anyone's spine.
This was Willem's ultimate form.
After the transformation, his speed, strength, defense, and reflexes were greatly enhanced. His thirst for blood grew even more intense, turning him into a bloodthirsty demon.
The gods, who had expressed dissatisfaction moments ago, now stood paralyzed in stunned silence. Fear was etched across their faces.
The transformed Willem was more than ten times stronger than his previous form. The savage, bloodthirsty intensity he gave off was enough to send a shiver down anyone's spine. They knew that if Willem desired, he could crush them instantly.
Follow on sunniworlds.blogspot.comFaced with such a powerful monster, who would dare speak out now? "Old geezer, I'm going to drain every last drop of your blood today." Willem raised his hand, and his sharp claws pointed at Arion.
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning shot down from above, striking Willem with pinpoint accuracy.
However, he didn't dodge and wasn't harmed by the strike. He seemed immune to the lightning. Besides his remarkable regeneration, his physical defense was now on par with Bailey's, making him virtually indestructible.
"Is that the best you can do? It's like someone just tickled me." Willem sneered.
The so-called strongest man in Dragonmarsh and the title, "Sage of Sacred Wrym Summit", didn't seem impressive to him.
The formation above sent down a barrage of lightning bolts, each striking Willem with full force. Yet, he remained unscathed.
"Old geezer, your attacks are useless. Prepare to die!" Willem grinned menacingly before launching his attack. His figure flickered and reappeared in front of Arion with lightning speed. His sharp claws thrust forward like lances toward Arion's heart.
A soft hum filled the air as a burst of golden light flared up and instantly formed a shield before Arion.
Willem's sharp claws slammed into the glowing barrier, causing the golden light to tremble and ripples to spread outward. It was clear the shield wouldn't hold much longer.
"Heh..." Willem grinned. Without hesitation, he struck again with his sharp claws, aiming to break Arion's Glow Incantation.
"Fire!" Arion raised his hand and waved. A red divine talisman shot out toward Willem's chest. With a loud bang, the talisman unleashed a torrent of flames that instantly engulfed Willem.
The flames burned fiercely with an intense heat. But unlike before, Willem didn't scream in agony. He remained still even as the fire consumed him.
As the crowd watched in disbelief, his demonic wings suddenly flapped. A powerful wind stirred the air around him. In an instant, a violent gust whipped through the area, and spiritual energy surged wildly.
The flames on his body were instantly extinguished, and his tough skin showed no signs of injury-only waves of heat rising from his form. It was clear that the fire had no effect on his ultimate form.
"Now, it's my turn!" Willem grinned wickedly, then flapped his wings. His body turned into a streak of black light and slammed into Arion's golden armor.
The collision rocked the earth, and the shockwave shattered Arion's indestructible golden armor into a shower of glowing particles.
Follow on sunniworlds.blogspot.com"Yes!" Everyone cheered and was thrilled by the sight.
Arion's Glow Incantation had been nearly invincible, with none of them able to break it, no matter how hard they tried. But now, Willem's devastating blow had broken through it. For them, this was a huge morale boost.
"Go to hell!" Willem roared and flapped his wings again. He turned into a streak of black light and charged toward Arion.
"Attack!" Bailey wouldn't just stand idly by. As Willem charged, he moved in from the opposite direction and attacked Arion.
The two closed in from both sides, intending to trap Arion and block any escape route. The other powerful fighters also launched their signature techniques in a relentless barrage.
It was the perfect tto strike. With Arion's golden armor shattered, his defenses were wide open. A continuous onslaught would almost certainly bring him down.
"Soul Annihilation!" Arion shouted.
Despite being surrounded, he remained composed. With a single wave of his hand, a massive and a massive number of divine talismans shot out. They rained down in a dense, unstoppable cascade and were impossible to avoid. "Explode!" Arion made a swift gesture with his hand. The thousands of divine talismans he had just launched erupted like a series of bombs.
The ground trembled, and the air was filled with the deafening roar of thunder. The shockwaves, swept through everything in a 300-foot radius, flattening everything in their path. Massive trees were uprooted, and buildings crumbled into rubble.
The impact sent the elite figures who had charged toward Arion hurtling backward. The strongest managed to land and regain their footing, but the weaker ones were sent crashing to the ground as blood poured from their mouths and noses. With that one move, Arion stopped all the incoming attacks and heavily wounded half of his enemies.
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"How many tricks does this old geezer have?" The impact of the divine talisman explosion left everyone both shocked and enraged. No one had expected that Arion would still manage to unleash such a powerful suprdivine power even after the Glow Incantation was broken and the lightning strikes failed to cause any harm.
The impact of the thousands of divine talismans exploding at once was terrifying. Only the strongest fighters- Willem, Bailey, and Batuul-could withstand it. The rest of the group was severely injured. At that moment, they finally realized the terrifying strength of Dragonmarsh's strongest man.
"Impressive," Willem said, landing smoothly after being thrown back. His withered skin was now covered in cracks, and blood oozed from it.
Most of the shockwave from the explosion had hit him directly. Despite his impressive defense, he still took sdamage. However, these injuries were nothing to him. His wounds had already healed within a few seconds, as if nothing had happened.
"Unfortunately, that strike still doesn't cut it." Willem dusted himself off and sneered. "If you want to kill me, you'll need at least ten times that level of destruction. The question is, do you have what it takes? You must be exhausted by now, right?" He believed that Arion's sudden outburst earlier was just a last-ditch effort. If it didn't work, he would just have to be killed.
Follow on sunniworlds.blogspot.com"Then, why don't you find out for yourself?" Arion replied impassively. Throughout the fight, he had remained rooted in one spot and used only one hand.
"Sure. Let's see if you can stop me." Willem and Bailey exchanged a brief Hook before charging toward Arion together, launching another attack. Batuul, Anthony, and the three elite assassins-Vanzan, Shyvan, and Noir- quickly followed and surrounded Arion. They couldn't believe that with all their combined strength, they still couldn't take down an old man. "Since you're so eager, I'll play with you." Arion reached out with one hand, and a black-and-white sword suddenly appeared in his grip.
With a swift step, he turned into a blur and charged directly toward Willem and Bailey. This time, Arion didn't use his suprdivine power. Instead, he chose the most direct approach-pure swordmanship.
The Celestial Slay in his hand was ranked number one on the Divine Weapon List. Many years ago, during the Era of Demon Banishment, he rose to prominence and cemented his reputation as the strongest man in Dragonmarsh with this very sword.
With the sword now in hand, his strikes beceven more lethal. Even against a group of top-tier elites, Arion seemed to have the upper hand and didn't even break a sweat.
His swordplay was flawless, and every strike had countless variations. What seemed like simple moves were actually the result of refined mastery. With his remarkable agility, he effortlessly handled the fight, even when outnumbered.
Willem and his allies continued to launch relentless attacks and used various tactics. However, Arion effortlessly countered every move. His sword left deep cuts on their bodies with each strike.
nlike ordinary weapons, the Celestial Slay had a unique property-any injury it caused was slow to heal.
Once struck by the sword, Willem and Bailey found their defenses and healing abilities severely diminished. Their bleeding wounds now took a long tto heal, and it was something they had never encountered before.
After all, they relied on their formidable physical bodies, which made them nearly impervious to blades. Their remarkable healing ability also allowed them to recover quickly from any injury, as long as it wasn't fatal.
But the Celestial Slay stripped them of these advantages. As their wounds grew worse without healing, panic began to set in.
Earlier, Willem and Bailey could use their bodies to resist weapons. But now, they were forced to fight more cautiously since they feared being struck in a vital spot. Fortunately, they had powerful allies like Anthony and the others. Without them, they might have been in grave danger.
Follow on sunniworlds.blogspot.com"There's something strange about the sword in his hand. Everyone, be careful! "Bailey warned.
"This old guy is ridiculously tough to deal with. I can't lay a finger on him it's so annoying!" Willem growled, gritting his teeth in frustration.
He thought his speed was unmatched and that no one could stop him when he attacked with e m everything he had. But Arion dodged with a strange movement technique every tand quickly countered their attack.
With each exchange, Willem failed to land a blow on Arion and ended ded up with more injuries Though not fatal, his wound healed slowly. If this continued, he knew things were going to turn against them. "Everyone, stop holding back. Use whatever you've got, or we're all dead today!" After so many failed attempts, Bailey's patience had worn thin. With multiple wounds and his stamina draining fast, he was struggling to keep up.
Meanwhile, he noticed Arion grew stronger with each passing moment. If they kept fighting like this, defeat was inevitable.
Bailey knew that Anthony and the others must have skilling moves saved for a critical moment. But if critical they didn't pull out their trump cards now, they wouldn't be able to kill Arion or leave Sacred Wrym Summit alive.
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