Chapter 297: Chapter 297 - Timely Return
Watching this terrifying sight, everyone gasped in shock.
"This... this is meant to kill Mason Raymond, right?" Dimitri Brynlee’s expression turned grave.
Nearby, Patrick Ivory laughed wildly and declared, "No one survives this heavenly tribulation! Plus, Mason Raymond is already badly hurt—he’s definitely going to die!"
Everyone stayed quiet, but worry filled their faces.
Hidden in the darkness, Wallace Wills watched secretly.
"Hmph, Mason Raymond is as good as dead." Wallace Wills said with cold satisfaction.
If Mason Raymond died, Wallace Wills wouldn’t have to give up the herbs anymore.
"Let’s leave. Nobody makes it through this heavenly tribulation." Wallace Wills said casually, hands clasped behind his back.
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On the battlefield, Patrick Ivory turned his gaze toward Dimitri Brynlee.
Intense killing intent radiated from him, aimed directly at Dimitri Brynlee!
"Old fool, your turn now." Patrick Ivory sneered.
Dimitri Brynlee kept his face steady as he looked at Patrick Ivory and said slowly, "Even if you don’t attack, I won’t live much longer in this world anyway. Come on!"
Patrick Ivory sneered back, "Perfect, old man. After I kill you, I’ll build a nice tombstone for you!"
With those words, Patrick Ivory’s power exploded, and he rushed straight at Dimitri Brynlee!
Dimitri Brynlee didn’t hesitate and met the attack head-on!
Both fighters clashed fiercely in the air, explosions echoing constantly.
Victor Green looked extremely worried, but in this situation, he couldn’t help at all!
"Mr. Raymond, you have to hang in there..." Victor Green looked toward Mason Raymond’s direction and clenched his fists tight.
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Inside the thunderstorm.
My body was almost completely charred, turned totally black.
Even my bones were slowly falling apart.
My consciousness hadn’t completely faded yet. In my mind, a small spark of light remained.
Feeling this overwhelming pain, I could barely stand it.
The golden glow in my mind grew fainter and fainter.
"No... if this keeps up... I’ll really die in this heavenly tribulation..." I thought desperately.
Lightning struck at my soul, wave after wave of agony threatening to split my head open.
"I absolutely can’t die here!" I sat down cross-legged, Mabel Sean’s face appearing in my thoughts.
This fierce determination seemed to give me some strength.
I stubbornly endured the heavenly tribulation, waiting for the storm to end.
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In the air, the fight between Dimitri Brynlee and Patrick Ivory continued.
Both men threw everything they had into trying to kill the other!
"Old man, you’ve got some talent," Patrick Ivory said coldly.
Finally, Dimitri Brynlee got a brief chance to breathe. Looking at his condition, it wasn’t good—he seemed much older now.
"Patrick Ivory, I should have let you die on the road back then. I was such a fool!" Dimitri Brynlee’s aged face went pale.
But Patrick Ivory showed no gratitude and sneered, "What’s the point of saying that now? Today I’m going to kill you for sure! Come and die!"
The second round of attacks from both sides exploded again!
Whether it was Shrinking Ground Into An Inch or the Absolute Beginning Sacred Fist, Patrick Ivory had learned them all!
But the difference in their power levels put Dimitri Brynlee under extreme pressure!
His body took several hard hits, and blood covered him.
"Boom!"
Patrick Ivory grabbed a handful of flames and slammed it down on Dimitri Brynlee from above!
Dimitri Brynlee crashed to the ground instantly, multiple bones broken, pain overwhelming him!
"Master Brynlee!" Victor Green rushed to Dimitri Brynlee to help him up.
But before he could reach him, Patrick Ivory slapped him away!
"Dimitri Brynlee, even though there’s a three-level gap between us, I’m pretty surprised you’ve lasted this long," Patrick Ivory said coldly.
Dimitri Brynlee forced himself to stand up.
His weak body shook slightly, like he could barely stay upright.
Patrick Ivory snorted coldly, "Still not dead?"
Dimitri Brynlee didn’t answer; cold sweat covered his face.
"This Patrick Ivory just reached Eighth Rank Grandmaster and can only use about 60% of his strength," Dimitri Brynlee thought to himself.
If it were a veteran Eighth Grade Grandmaster, Dimitri Brynlee would be dead already!
Once someone reached Grandmaster level, the gap between each small stage was like the difference between heaven and earth.
Dimitri Brynlee gathered his energy and faced Patrick Ivory again!
Eyes narrowing, Patrick Ivory said, "Old man, I’m done playing with you. Time to die."
Then Patrick Ivory used Shrinking Ground Into An Inch and appeared right in front of Dimitri Brynlee!
A massive fist slammed into Dimitri Brynlee’s chest!
With this punch, Dimitri Brynlee bent backward, his internal organs severely damaged!
"Master Brynlee!" Victor Green, eyes blazing with fury, actually pushed his inner strength to charge at Patrick Ivory!
But Victor Green was too weak; Patrick Ivory’s slap sent him flying again without even touching him!
He crashed down next to Dimitri Brynlee, right on target!
Dimitri Brynlee opened his mouth to speak, but as soon as he did, blood spilled from his lips.
"Hahaha!" Seeing this, Patrick Ivory burst into wild laughter.
"Old beast, this time next year, I’ll visit your grave."
Patrick Ivory’s hands glowed with brilliant light as he gathered terrifying power.
"Time to finish this!" Patrick Ivory roared and charged at Dimitri Brynlee again!
"Boom!"
Suddenly, a hand shot out and caught Patrick Ivory’s fist!
"Didn’t I tell you that your opponent is me?" a voice spoke in Patrick Ivory’s ear!
