Chapter 816: Chapter 816 Not Going All Out Chapter 816: Chapter 816 Not Going All Out “`
All of this happened in the blink of an eye.
By the ti Gavin Bane ca to his senses, all he could see was a spray of hot blood spilling onto the ground as Robert Moore’s head tumbled down.
“This… Robert!!”
His face was full of astonishnt, clearly he had not anticipated that Greg Jensen also possessed formidable spiritual power, enough to kill his own comrade!
“Bastard! Owen Anderson, I’ll kill you!”
Gavin Bane was beside himself with rage, flipping over in midair and charging toward his enemy at breakneck speed, his powerful aura like a tsunami, bringing a trendous oppressive force.
At the sa ti, countless tiny feathers from his wings rained down like a storm of needles.
These fine feathers were nearly impossible to detect, numbering in the tens of thousands, and a closer look would reveal that each was as hard as iron with an exaggerated piercing power!
Greg Jensen’s expression was icy cold. Amid a flurry of sharp Sword Qi, he moved swiftly like a dragon to collide with these feathers, forming a protective barrier in the air before him.
So much so that before the multitude of feathers could even get close, they were shredded by the Sword Qi, turning into a cloud of black dust that scattered with the wind.
The fight was far from over. Seizing the mont, he sprang from the ground, shooting toward Gavin Bane like a teor. The Limitless Swordplay, unpredictable under the Eight Forms Array, locked onto the latter in an instant.
“Hmph! I’ve already seen through these moves of yours! You don’t seriously think that if you could kill Robert with this, you could also kill ?”
Gavin Bane, full of disdain, hovered ten ters in the air, showing no sign of dodging, but instead quickly activated his Barbarian Bull Bloodline, his body imdiately covered in a faint blue hue.
As a result, these fierce Sword Qi strikes left not a single mark upon his body, indicating that under the enhancent of the Barbarian Bull Bloodline, his physique had reached a terrifyingly strong level.
Swish!
Imdiately after, he spread his wings to soar, under the surging power of his Bloodline, inexorably locking onto Greg Jensen as he dove down.
His thick arms extended infinitely, wrapping around his opponent in an instant, and his hard skull aid straight for Greg Jensen’s nose.
This move was extrely fierce and murderous, and it wasn’t an exaggeration to say that a hit would result in severe injuries, or even knock the recipient unconscious.
However, he still underestimated the resilience of Greg Jensen’s body. Having cultivated the Divine Dragon Transformation, his physical strength was now comparable to the fusion of four or five different Bloodlines—how could such attacks break through?
And so he stood his ground, unmoving, allowing the opponent to crash head-on.
Boom!!
The next mont, Gavin Bane’s head collided with Greg Jensen’s, creating a deafening noise as shockwaves scattered and shot skyward.
Just as Oscar Jones and Albert Thompson thought that the guy would surely be gravely injured, they were astonished to see Gavin Bane drawing a curve in midair, flying backward in disarray.
“This… How is this possible? Gavin Bane has fused with a dozen Bloodlines!”
The two exchanged looks, then turned their gaze back to Gavin Bane.
They saw his head bleeding profusely, with a clear dent in his forehead. Clearly, it was he who had charged with all his might, but the result was that he himself had been severely injured.
In contrast, Greg Jensen stood calmly in the sa place, without a scratch on him—truly beyond belief!
“You… Owen Anderson, are you also a Bloodline Superpower User?!”
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Gavin recovered from the pain, staring at him in disbelief, thinking that it had taken the fusion of more than a dozen Bloodlines just to barely enhance his physique to this stage.
By all logic, even if he hadn’t stepped into the eighth level, his physique was definitely not inferior to that of an eighth-level powerhouse.
Yet in the head-on clash just now, he had been utterly defeated, gaining no advantage in physical strength.
To reach this level, unless his opponent also possessed an extrely strong Bloodline Ability, otherwise, the current situation was simply inexplicable.
“Heh, to win against you, why would I need to possess a Bloodline or Special Ability?”
Greg Jensen looked at him, scoffing with a laugh, “It’s just that from the beginning, I never used my full strength, that’s all.”
He was just curious to see how strong a person who had fused more than a dozen Bloodlines and Superpowers was. That’s why he was playing along with Gavin, to see how much of a surprise he could bring to himself.
The truth proved that being greedy doesn’t work; although his adversary had multiple Bloodlines, none were developed to their fullest potential, and the extrely vigorous aura was just the surface appearance of the fusion of Bloodlines.
One could say that with his abilities and insight, he only mastered the basic uses of Bloodlines and Special Abilities, possessing great power but hardly able to wield it.
Compared to him, who had been ticulously cultivating Divine Dragon Transformation, devoting himself entirely to one Cultivation Technique, Gavin’s dozen Bloodlines naturally couldn’t compete with him.
“You didn’t use your full strength? No, impossible, stop bluffing here! With my late-seventh level strength, plus this Bloodline Power, I’m infinitely close to the early eighth level, how could you possibly be that much stronger than ?!”
Gavin, upon hearing this, hastily denied it in agitation.
In his mind, Owen Anderson could at most have advanced to the early stages of the eighth level over the past year, and their strengths should be very similar!
Greg Jensen snorted coldly, “You said it yourself, ‘infinitely close’ is not the sa as truly close!
If you had the base strength of the eighth level, plus all those Bloodline Abilities, perhaps I might indeed have so difficulty dealing with you. Too bad… you won’t have that chance anymore!”
As he spoke, he pointed his sword horizontally, determined not to waste any more ti. Limitless Swordplay and Holy Light Swordsmanship erupted simultaneously, with ferocious and sharp Sword Qi building upon each other!
In the blink of an eye, waves of energy surged around Gavin, sweeping towards him.
Seeing this, Gavin dared not be the slightest bit negligent. He imdiately rose into the air, hands quickly forming seals, and a massive wave of fire burst forth from his mouth, colliding with the Sword Qi.
The flas were extrely hot, causing the air around them to fluctuate slightly, and the whole world was tinted red under the blaze.
Unfortunately… in an instant, streams of Holy Light Sword Qi cut through the fireball, advancing towards Gavin with undiminished force, blocking his retreat and moving at an extre speed.
Gavin had not yet reacted when two streaks of Sword Qi brutally sliced off all his wings, making him fall clumsily from mid-air.
Swish!
Greg Jensen seized the mont when Gavin’s old strength had faded and new strength had yet to erge, Limitless Swordplay burst forth again, severing his limbs.
Gavin scread in pain, trying to exert strength, but his hands and feet simply wouldn’t obey, and his consciousness began to scatter.
Seizing the opportunity, Greg Jensen didn’t waste words, quietly activating the Heavenly chanism Yin Yang Eyes to temporarily restrain him.
Then turning his gaze, he stared at the last masked man, speaking coldly,
“It’s your turn now, whatever trump cards you have, feel free to use them!”
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