??Chapter 641: Chapter 636: Plowing the Ground with One’s Face
Chapter 641: Chapter 636: Plowing the Ground with One’s Face
On the peak of a barren snowy mountain, there was a montous collision between two formidable beings, each soaring to over one hundred and twenty ters. Each impact rippled out energy waves, instantly oblumbing any glaciers they ca into contact with. In their wake destruction reigned, as if they had unleashed a powerful force to crumble all in their path.
“Brother-in-law, I have a rather fantastic idea.” Muria slamd his fist into the thought-to-be diaphanous face of the Blazing Sky God Descendant. Yet, in the sa instance, his brother-in-law reciprocated the action unyieldingly, leaving his abdon with an indelible mark.
Both individuals grunted in agony and quickly retreated, sweeping the blizzard back with them over a distance of nearly ten kiloters. Ilvestar shook his head, feeling a bit dizzy from Muria’s all-out punch. If not for the protection of the helt, the force behind Muria’s punch could have easily fractured his cheekbone.
“Go ahead.” Ilvestar’s eight wings flapped, instantaneously lting seven glaciers beneath him. However, once the steam reached a certain altitude, it would freeze back into frost and snow, scattering daintily down onto the white landscape.
“Let’s leave our weapons and armors aside for a good old-fashioned brawl. It sounds more exciting that way.” Muria looked at his brother-in-law, regardless of the price he’d have to pay he yearned to puml his face, thinking it’d make him feel better.
“Good idea. Just like it’s unsatisfying to beat you up through your legendary armor, I feel the sa.” Ilvestar shared the sentint as the force he could exert was greatly reduced by Muria’s Saintly Imperial Abyss armor. However, to be able to land a full-strength punch directly on him, that would be utterly gratifying.
“Let’s get this armor off then!” Muria laughed boisterously. His Saintly Imperial Abyss armor disintegrated, retracting back into him, revealing his near-perfect Titan body in the snowy peak’s chilling winds.
“That’s more like it.” Muria smiled broadly as his brother-in-law discarded his armor too. His golden dragon wings unfolded and he rushed swiftly towards his brother-in-law, faking a move to dodge his brother-in-law’s arm, grabbing his hair and pulling him down to the ground, while his wings fluttered, plunging his brother-in-law towards the earth below at breakneck speed.
Boom – rumble – – – – –
Continuous sounds of glaciers crumbling and collapsing echoed as Muria slamd his brother-in-law’s head onto an ancient glacier that had remained frozen for millennia. Not even a breath’s worth of ti had passed before the glacier sublimated away, leaving nothing behind.
Deeming that insufficient, Muria swept Ilvestar’s head downwards into the base of the glacier, creating a gorge nearly a hundred ters deep and forty-plus kiloters long with a booming rumble.
“Ha ha!” Gazing down at the trench he’d plowed with his brother-in-law’s face, a proud grin spread across Muria’s countenance. He felt a wave of satisfaction wash over him.
“You bastard!” Ilvestar was livid. Being used as a plow was humiliating, to say the least. Even though he’d landed hundreds of punches on Muria’s chest and abdon, causing his insides to cave in, his resentnt didn’t dissipate. Experiencing pain on his face ant sothing altogether different from pain elsewhere on his body.
“How was that, brother-in-law?” Laughing heartily, Muria let go and swiftly retreated. The fist that had been holding down his brother-in-law had been seared and couldn’t withstand the heat any longer. Evidently, his brother-in-law was on the cusp of going berserk.
The Dragon Flas blazed on Muria’s chest and abdon as he tried to heal and nd himself, rebuilding his skeletal structure and rapidly regenerating his inner organs. Muria’s terrifying powers as a Legendary Super Being were on full display as his injuries healed at a pace that was clearly discernible.
“Not bad, but I think it’s your turn.” Ilvestar arose, his face engulfed in flas. Based on Muria’s deductions, Ilvestar’s face must’ve been severely disfigured and many of his bones would’ve worn down substantially. However, none of this mattered, as when the Blazing God Flas retreated, a flawless countenance appeared before Muria, seemingly unaffected by earlier damage.
“Round two!” Muria attempted to repeat his maneuver and create another gorge, but Ilvestar, now on guard, wasn’t planning to give him the opportunity. As soon as Muria attempted to get close and personal, Ilvestar gripped him fiercely. Pulling off a judo-like flip, he flung Muria onto the icy ground, causing an enormous snowslide as the mountain range crumbled and the ice around a ten-kiloter radius shattered.
Since the location was barren, devoid of creatures, the rippling effect of Muria and Ilvestar’s encounters didn’t cause massive destruction or cost innurable lives.
“It’s your turn, Muria!” With a satisfied grin, Ilvestar looked down at Muria, who had plunged into the heart of the glacier, drilling a well over three thousand ters deep. Despite countless exhibitions of satisfaction, Ilvestar’s desire for revenge mutated. He went on to join Muria at the bottom of the well, ready to assault Muria’s face once again.
Muria reacted swiftly to Ilvestar’s advance and delivered a fierce kick to his face, causing his bearded head to rock backward as he spluttered flas and blood. Despite having been kicked, however, Ilvestar managed to land a punch on Muria.
The battle was an equal playing field. Each adversary rendered almost identical damage to the other. As Muria had initiated the face-off, the onslaught that comnced was primarily aid at the opponent’s face, an attempt to inflict maximum humiliation.
The battle between Muria and Ilvestar instigated cataclysmic destruction atop the desolate, rocky peaks. Glaciers crumbled, frost lted, and as the duel went on, the mountains standing tall at over ten thousand ters above sea level were brutally razed by a thousand ters. Consequently, runoff from lting snow transford into torrents, only to be quick-frozen by the frigid chill into ice.
“Why did you two start fighting again? And how dare you do it without !” Michaela, who had realized the two were MIA, used her spectacular sensory abilities to trace them. Upon finding them duking it out in all glory and the added surprise of seeing them do so without armor, she joined the fray despite herself.
She didn’t spare a thought about trying to break up the fight. To her, the more intense the battle, the better.
“So, you’re fighting without armor? Well, count
in.” Michaela’s face lit up with excitent as she disposed of her armor. Her ten wings flapped, propelling her at lightning speed into the ongoing battle between Muria and Ilvestar.
Michaela’s pretty fists t Muria and Ilvestar’s bodies, knocking them both into the snow, causing a rather undignified scene…
The fight thus ca to an anticlimactic end. Neither Muria nor Ilvestar could bring themselves to harm Michaela. Especially not in each other’s presence…
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