Chapter 772 Ricky Joined The Fight
"I''m not sure if Meade could take such a violent strike from Sam!" Tina said honestly.
"Now that he''s recognized as the top genius among the Casting Center''s younger generation, he
should be able to resist it. Otherwise, I don''t believe he would make things difficult for Sellers," Ricky
spected.
Boom! Sam sped his hands together, forming dark power and strong evil spirit around his body.
Shortly, he turned it into double enlightening powers with a forceful killing intention.
"I will send you to hell with this strike. I''ll be taking to the Nether Manor the head of the most talented
warrior of the Casting Center as my trophy."
As soon as Sam delivered his cruel warning, the formidable attack sparkled ready from his hands.
"The Nether Power! Have a taste of my Destructive Nether Fist!"
Alongside these words, Sam''s double enlightening powers turned into a giant devil phantom, taking
form from behind his frame. Immediately, the frightening creature raised its head and roared to the sky
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while stretching out its eight huge arms and itsrge palms, each shadowing the battleground. With
closed fists, several dark blood punches rushed out to Meade''s way as if they were massive birds
carrying their wide and deadly wings.
Each fist drove itself closer together until they all merged in the air, creating one enormous sp big
enough to cover half of the sky. From the exact moment it was fully conceived, the united fist got
rapidly wrapped up by Gravitation Enlightenment.
The dark blood fist''s shadow swung overhead. The evil spirit it released left a trail in the air that
resembled a deep wound in the sky. The dust was swept up and blended into a tornado stirred up by
the impact. It just seemed as the whole sky had been reced by Sam''s evil fist.
"Everything that meets this punch will be crushed into dust!" Sam shouted, proud of how invincible his
strike was.
"Humph! You can''t kill me with this trick, I''ll show you that!" Meade roared from the dust when the
gigantic fist was about to hit him.
Just then, a fierce enlightening windstorm rose from below the fist. Even more dust was lifted in order
to sh with the overwhelming energy casted by Sam.
By the time the storm diminished, a giant, apparently made of gale, soared into the sky.
"Mutant-producing Body—Wind Mutant!"
Meade bellowed. His whole body, including his pupils and hair strands, turned translucent within the
wind giant. Then, his frame started to change again as it became covered by a set number of white
runic patterns.
It was as if Meade''s body was suddenly made of wind.
"So this is the Wind Mutant?" Ricky was astonished as he witnessed such an amazing scene.
This time, he felt the power of some kind of mutanting from Meade, but he didn''t think it was
unleashed by a real mutant.
"No, I can tell it isn''t a real mutant that he has activated," Tina replied unexpectedly. "If I''m not
mistaken, his Mutant-producing Strike should be able to create the power of a mutant. This is the way
the cultivators can obtain a mutant''s performance, though they don''t really own any."
"I see!" Ricky eximed. "Then let''s just call him the owner of a fake Wind Mutant."
...
Although Lynch and Sam were also taken aback by the change Meade''s body went through, they were
experienced enough to recognize that what they were feeling was a kind of mutant power created by
Meade''s cultivation methods.
"I might not be able to kill you if you had a real Wind Mutant, but you''ll go to hell if all you have is this
fake," Sam stated full of despise.
"Wind power—Mutant-producing Wind Fist!"
Meade ignored Sam''s provocation, choosing to activate his strongest strike once he had fully loaded all
the mutant''s power within.
Behind the giant of wind, the Wind Mutant merged with a st of Wind Enlightenment and turned into
two tornadoes. Quickly, both dissolved and altered into a giant palm as two wings hung out from it.
The wings pped, taking the Mutant-producing Wind Fist to collide with the blow of the Destructive
Nether Fist.
Boom!
The next moment, a loud dust explosion reverberated through the whole area, leaving the audience so
frightened that they fell into a deathly silence. As the airshed crazily everywhere forming huge
waves, Sam and Meade submerged out of sight.
Later, only a constant sound of crash could be heard.
It wasn''t until a silhouette had been ejected out of the waves that the loud roar began to fade away.
The figure, wrapped by the spiritual energy, broke through two mountains before it finally stopped and
could be recognized.
It was Meade.
He waspletely out of breath as a mix of blood and sweat streamed from his ragged robe. Still, the
most horrifying part was that his chest had copsed.
Certainly, it was inflicted by the strong Destructive Nether Fist.
Though his apparent wounds could tell how much he suffered, it was also clear that Meade had
sessfully taken Sam''s attack.
Half kneeling in the air, Meade struggled to fully raise his head. It came to light that there was no trace
of happiness on his face. The weight in his eyes was gradually reced by desperation. That had been
his strongest strike, and creating the power of mutant was also one of his most powerful aces.
However, he had now fully realized the collision didn''t cause any harm at all to Sam.
Moreover, Sam had definitely not brought out his best yet.
"I have to admit that I''ve underestimated you. Even if your mutant wasn''t real, it still held the power of a
mutant. This time, I will take it as a hard lesson," Sam voiced steadily as he stepped out of the air
waves.
The spiritual energy shielded around him, enabling Sam to stand safe and sound from the attack.
"As a punishment, I''ll do my best next. Dying under my full-force strike will be my blessing to you!"
With every step forward, both the evil spirit and Killing Enlightenment in Sam''s body increased. The
moment those reached the peak, it would be fatal for Meade.
''Am I really going to die here today? I have been a pawn for so many years. My revenge has just
begun, and this is the end of it?'' Meade growled inwardly, unwilling to admit his uing defeat.
He contemted running away, but he knew that Lynch and Sam would never allow him the chance to
go very far.
He had envisioned many oues for this fight, but not in his wildest dreams had he ever expected
Sam to be his contender.
"What? Are you afraid? I can fully understand that. I''m also afraid of death. Yet, who''s to me for this
now? From where I''m seeing it, you''re the only one to be med for not being strong enough," Sam
said lightly. He could sympathize with the despair he saw through Meade''s eyes.
A loudughter suddenly burst out. "You are right. Everyone is afraid of death. In this martial world,
where the weak are the preys to the strong, one can only me himself for failing to survive." A intense
and clear voice, which no one knew where it came from, attracted all the attention to itself.
"So next, I hope you can find sce within these words of truth when you''ll be about to meet your own
death, Sam," the voice continued.
"How could it be possible? Is there anyone else here?" Unsettled by the mysterious voice, Sam''s and
Lynch''s faces turned gloomy while Sam abruptly quit releasing the powerful energy.
"Is there any spiritual space tool around? No, I can''t sense any spiritual space tool!" Lynch coolly
answered as he spread out his runic power to detect the hidden enemy.
"Howe there is someone else here that we didn''t notice? By the way, that voice sounds a little bit
familiar," Meade murmured. The desperation in his eyes had fairly decreased.
The voice broke out anotherughter. "I''m here, big guy. Next, I''ll be your opponent, and then we''ll see
who''s the strongest, Sam," the voice said in delight. Soon, a figure began to sway towards Meade.
When he finally had it before his eyes, he realized it was no one other than Ricky.
Acknowledging Meade''s defeat, Ricky was ready to take action.
"How could it be you? What are you doing here?" Lynch hissed in disbelief.