In the previous second, Zhu Haomiao was struck into the ground by a sword, creating a small teorite crater.
In the next second, he charged out as if nothing had happened and punched the enemy, sending them flying dozens of ters.
Amidst a continuous barrage of high-frequency collisions, Gang Wind howled within a hundred ters, uprooting all vegetation above ground, exposing the dark soil beneath.
In just a few minutes, the battlefield had turned as pockmarked as the moon's surface, with the terrifying scattered energy and shockwaves preventing anyone else from getting involved, leaving them to watch the battle between the two God Demon-like beings.
Boom!
With another clash of fists and feet, Zhu Haomiao vaguely felt the long-lost physical threshold; if he continued to rise, his body would no longer be able to support it.
Yet the enemy's power continued to expand endlessly, as if their spirit and body bore no corresponding burden.
Thud!
After a brief stalemate, the enemy's power for the first ti crushed Zhu Haomiao, forcibly breaking through his defenses, the door-shaped great sword carving a nimble and profound arc, striking hard on his exposed chest.
Zzz~~
In the bone-chilling screech of friction, the sword blade tore through the protection of the "Heavenly Gang Power" and "Hard Qi Skill," slashing into flesh and unreservedly releasing all its destructive power.
Boom!
His body uncontrollably flew backward, turning into a straight beam of light, penetrating a small hillside hundreds of ters away, creating a huge radial crater.
This ti, Zhu Haomiao could no longer ignore his injuries; even biting down hard on his teeth, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
With difficulty, he stood up from the teorite crater, glancing at the ferocious sword mark over one ter long on his chest, deep enough to expose bone. Zhu Haomiao raised his gaze to the opponent approaching step by step with the might of heaven and earth, pursing his lips unwillingly.
The ornate helt's eye sockets dissipated golden particles, and even through thick armor, Zhu Haomiao could feel the divine power within the enemy.
Once, Zhu Haomiao thought his cheat made him invincible.
But he never expected there were still experts!
Lock Blood, Lock Blue, ultimate moves without cooldown, limitless power increase...
Is this the Child of Destiny?
Even cheats should follow Basic Strength Principles, okay?
"Foolish sinner, accept the judgnt of fate…"
Layer upon layer, as if countless whispers echoed in his ears, Zhu Haomiao stared coldly, curling his lips as the enemy slowly raised the great sword.
After the previous exchange, he knew that the Destiny Monster wasn't invincible.
The opponent still had a health bar and would lose blood; it was just that the fast regeneration made it seem like they weren't losing any.
As long as his damage exceeded the enemy's tolerance limit and killed them in one shot, the suppressive force of this world would lose its personalized container and naturally fall silent.
As long as they dare to show their health bar, even the Child of Destiny can be killed!
With a plan in mind, Zhu Haomiao took a deep breath, eyes flickering with chaotic twisted black light.
Over a hundred "greed coin" silently rged into his spirit and body, borrowing power from his future self along the river of ti.
At the sa ti, utilizing the High Rank authority of "greed" to "advance overdraft" ti, he completed "Mountain Shattering," which originally required long preparation, in an instant.
Subsequently, the authority of "Pride" was fully unleashed, rging the Eight Basic Force Laws into one.
In a fleeting mont, Zhu Haomiao prepared, lifting his eyes to the imposing enemy with the raised sword, directly confronting the deeper layer of heavenly divinity.
"Jealousy"!
Following the creator's will, the High Rank authority of "Jealousy" at LV.7 level instantly released, twisting cause and effect with supernatural authority, directly modifying reality from the conceptual layer, stealing and grafting the divine power blessing the enemy onto himself.
Boom!
Endless energy suddenly injected into Zhu Haomiao's body.
On the other side, the twisted whispers flashed past Hiram's ears, and in an instant, the limitless power from heaven and earth was stolen by an eerie authority, detached from a higher dinsional layer, causing his about-to-burst montum to plumt.
In a rising and falling mont, Zhu Haomiao seized the brief opportunity and unleashed everything he had without hesitation.
It was as if the process was cut out, the three-ter-tall hulking monster appeared instantaneously before Hiram, his fist imprinting onto his unguarded thick chest.
"Eight Forces Combined"!
"Mountain Shattering"!
Explode!
The concentrated destructive power didn't leak out in the slightest, completely injected into the enemy's body.
For a mont, the battlefield fell into an eerie silence.
Within tenths of a second, one of Brittania's strongest Twelve Holy Knight Armors, crafted with national power, silently "lted."
From the chest where the fist made contact, a barely noticeable black light rippled like water, turning everything, whether steel or flesh, into the finest powder.
Eventually, the container bearing the world's will could no longer maintain its form, the restrained violent destructive power beginning to overflow.
Boom!
The mighty and majestic knight disintegrated and lted, flesh transford into a columnar jet over two ters in diater erupting from Zhu Haomiao's fist.
The storm of steel and flesh-borne powder stord onto the distant hills hundreds of ters away, instantly penetrating the center of the mountain, leaving an indiscernible deep, straight "tunnel."
Boom!
The leftover destructive power unleashed within the mountains, and after a quake, the tens-of-ter-high mountain shattered and collapsed into a chaotic small hill.
Rumble~
Finally, managing to stand on shaking ground, the surviving Round Table Knights looked around blankly, trying to find the grand figure in their hearts.
However, other than the monstrous devil, the powerful leader who led them to victory ti and again was nowhere to be found.
Realizing that one of the invincible Twelve Holy Knights, the great Lord Hiram, had been slain by the devil, unparalleled anger, fear, and dread surged in their hearts.
The long-held sense of honor drove them to die as knights but the survival instinct told them not to commit suicide.
Even Lord Hiram had fallen, the scattered energy from the battle had already injured many among them, and this level of existence wasn't sothing they could contend with!
But just as they were about to retreat, the hulking monster standing still suddenly spat a mouthful of black blood, the blood-red blaze around him extinguishing instantly, with his over-three-ter form shrinking at a visible speed, soon reverting to his originally thin fra.
Seeing the black-haired young man, half-kneeling, propping himself on the ground, with a weak presence and torn flesh, all the Round Table Knights' eyes lit up.
That's right!
After such a terrifying strike, how could he not pay a price?!
"Avenge Lord Hiram!"
Niksa Labres shouted and charged.
Like a starting gun, other Round Table Knights rushed in, eager to claim the rit for themselves before others!
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