Chapter 240: Chapter 215 I am the Top Yuan tterer! (4K)_1
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Above thebat arena, the groundys in ruins.
Intimidating power radiates from the hideous figure bearing three heads and six arms, stirring up gales and tumultuous dark clouds, rolling and crashing into the surroundings like a terrifying tempest.
“What…what kind of power is this?!”
Not just Lord Wangba, even the Old Fishing Man was taken aback. How did he suddenly sprout three heads and six arms?
What exactly is this type of warrior?!
And this power…
On thebat arena, the Demonic me Wang Qi, facing this oppressive force head-on, felt the horror the most intensely.
Just a moment ago, the beastly man who had been fighting him for so long wasn’t even in his final form. Is that even usible?
Although due to a bnce in level, where a single finger would be sufficient to crush this beastly man…this emphasizes the horror of the beastly man more!
He is still in a period of rapid growth, he hasn’t been born for that long!
However,
“It’s interesting to fight such powerful beings!”
Demonic me Wang Qi is a powerful figure in the Dragon Gate rankings, someone eligible to leap through the dragon gate and enter the Legendary Realm!
Would he fear? He can only be excited.
He is now aze!
Fight! Fight! Fight!
“Bring it on!”
Rakshasa, in his three-headed, six-armed form, appeared before Demonic me Wang Qi in a sh, transformed into a brown mist. He didn’t use his unrivaled speed, but chose a head-on, tough confrontation.
This kind of fight is the most explosive, and continuous shes can spark the me of artistic conception progress.
Fight!
The long spear he brandished, like a giant dragon, roared with earth-shaking fury, vanquishing numerous punches with a single flick.
This time, Rakshasa held the advantage in strength, forcing Demonic me Wang Qi to retreat step by step, and while doing so, Rakshasa was equipped with more than just a spear.
His punches, palm strikes, and spear intent all yed in concert.
The artistic conception of his fists and palms was not as high as that of the spear, but they were still formidable, having the same evil intent.
The palm shadows carried the white me of Fenye.
The fist energy was engulfed in the dense Power of Evil.
At this moment, Rakshasa seemed to have transformed into three supremely skilled fighters working in perfect harmony to unleash a righteous beating on Demonic me Wang Qi.
Ora Ora Ora Ora
Demonic me Wang Qi unleashed a flurry of punches, the ze soaring high and blocking the wildly roaring spear, but was solidly hit by punches and palm strikes.
He was being bombarded, retreating rapidly. His Excellence-ss Treasure Armor could not withstand the Power of Evil and me of Fenye seeping from Rakshasa’s fists and palms.
The situation at this moment was just like before.
Only the roles of offence and defence werepletely reversed.
No, Demonic me Wang Qi was at aplete disadvantage. After just a dozen or so moves, he was heavily injured. It seemed doubtful that he couldst for three minutes.
“Wait, Demonic me Wang Qi is supposed to be the defender. Why do I find myself wondering how long he can hold out?”
Lord Wangba was stunned.
He stared nkly at the three-headed six-armed figure, overpowering and pummelling Demonic me Wang Qi.
This Tian Yuan division… what kind of monster is he?!
Boom
Demonic me Wang Qi was sent flying, crashing heavily into the peripheral light barrier and then rebounding.
But Rakshasa did not pursue further.
His whole body was shrouded in immense artistic conception power. He appeared like a purifier of sin, a judge who eradicates evil, using his own evil to rid the world of all other evils.
It seemed like his path became clear, his spear intent advanced to a new stage.
His soul was roaring, his will was burning.
He pointed his spear and said,
“You are a worthy opponent. As a mark of respect, I, Rakshasa, will end this fight with my true power!”
Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute!
What does he mean by true power?!
Raising his fists, like a swimming dragon rising into the sky.
Joining his palms, like an ancient monk standing proudly.
When he adopted this position, the muscr figure with three heads and six arms began to glow with brown runes, as though countless profound inscriptions wereing alive and moving.
The next moment, the dragon-shaped runes came to life, with the dragon eyes adding finishing touches.
It roared and flew out, like a Flying Dragon soaring in the sky!
The spear-wielding muscr man began to maneuver his spear, intertwining spear intent, the Power of Evil, and the roaring dragon-shaped runes into a whole, as though a real Evil Dragon was plunging ferociously from high above.
The furious dragon eyes, locked onto the figure cloaked in ck mes.
At this moment, Demonic me Wang Qi felt the hair on his scalp stand on end, his hairs bristling, a chill rising from the soles of his feet, flowing up his spine, engulfing his entire head.
“Ican’tblock it!”
“I definitely won’t be able to block it!”
“Lord, please assist me!!!”
He roared, a glow slightly radiating from the emblem on the back of Old Fishing Man’s hand, a power extending from the Lord and channeling into Demonic me Wang Qi’s body.
This was the usage of the High-rank Lord’s power.
With the power pouring in and the Light of Will activated, Demonic me Wang Qi, despite being covered in wounds, still maintained his peakbat capacity.
No, he had transcend his peak.
His artistic conception also seemed to be roaring in defiance, the surging demonic mes engulfing the entire world and outlined a vague image of a ck devil.
The devil swung its fist.
The Evil Heavenly Dragon plunged down.
Boom
Endless evil, endless mes, filled the entire space of thebat arena.
If the arena’s space was not formed by rules, Lord Wangba really wondered if the entire space would be directly blown up.
This guy, what on earth is he?!
And who defeated whom?
In the distance, on the opposite side, the Old Fishing Man suddenly revealed a smile.
But in the next moment, Wangba saw the image of Demonic me Wang Qi appearing outside the arena, symbolizing his defeat.
His gaze fell on the figure in the arena, slightly bruised but still exuding an aura of invincibility. He admired him quite a bit.
Only that, beside admiration, he couldn’t help feeling a little bit lost.