Chapter 464: Chapter 464 Black Energy Golden Light
Walton Greer’s incredible speed was tough to track.
I found myself constantly pushed back, barely able to strike back.
But just as Walton Greer came at me for what felt like the hundredth time, my golden hand shot out and seized his throat!
Walton Greer’s expression shifted dramatically!
For whatever reason, his speed seemed to drop significantly in that instant!
In that split second of hesitation, I grabbed my chance and caught his neck!
"Done playing around? My turn now?" I said icily, my grip like iron around Walton Greer’s throat.
Walton Greer’s face changed again, and as he tried to break free, my golden palm struck him hard!
"Smack!"
The sound rang out as my hand connected solidly with Walton Greer’s face!
With my raw physical power behind it, this blow made blood spill from Walton Greer’s mouth!
"Smack!"
Another hit!
I used my strength, holding Walton Greer with one hand while hammering him with the other!
One strike, two strikes, three strikes...
The steady "smack smack smack" sounds rang out, leaving everyone stunned.
"What...just happened?"
"A half-step Martial Marquis getting slapped around in the air by a Grandmaster?"
"Damn...like disciplining a kid..."
The crowd gulped, seemingly unable to process what they were seeing!
"If this keeps up, Walton Greer will get beaten to death..."
"That kind of raw physical power, never seen anything like it..."
"Could it...end just like this?"
Right when everyone was in shock, black energy suddenly erupted from Walton Greer’s body!
"Enough!"
A fierce yell, and the terrifying force knocked me back!
Walton Greer’s body was now covered in ink-black energy!
Every bit of his skin turned the deepest black, which gleamed strangely in the sunset.
"Mason Raymond, don’t assume only your body is powerful!" Walton Greer wiped blood from his mouth and snarled!
"You’re just a Grandmaster; you have no business fighting a half-step Martial Marquis like me!"
"Even in pure physical combat, I’m not scared of you!"
After Walton Greer’s roar, the black energy around him grew even darker!
Even from far away, you could sense the cold coming off him!
I stared at the black figure and smirked, "What’s this? Did you coat yourself in crap?"
Walton Greer ignored my taunt and, after a loud cry, actually rushed straight at me!
"Think you can match me body-to-body? You must be pretty sure of yourself!" I snorted, wasting no more time, and charged toward Walton Greer!
"Clang clang clang!"
We both engaged in pure physical combat!
A series of brutal explosions, like thunder, echoed continuously through the air!
Black and golden energy mixed together, moving so fast it was hard to follow!
Blood painted the sky, and devastating power spread everywhere!
Under our impact, the nearby mountains crumbled, and the river started to boil away!
The spectators were speechless, swallowing hard!
What an unbelievable display of power! How long had it been since a fight this intense had happened?
"Boom!"
Walton Greer’s black fist slammed into my chest, carrying crushing force that sent me flying backward.
At the same time, my fist also connected right with Walton’s face!
The next moment, we both exploded into action again, starting our second wave of attacks!
"Die!" Walton roared, shaping the black energy into a massive dragon that charged at me with a furious howl!
Not backing down, I immediately triggered the Absolute Beginning Sacred Fist, swinging my whole arm in a complete arc!
"Boom!"
The massive collision made me stumble back several steps!
Blood shot from my mouth!
Cracks had formed across my body, and the golden glow seemed to fade a bit.
Even I hadn’t expected to be losing in just raw physical combat.
"The difference between a Grandmaster and a half-step Martial Marquis really is huge," I muttered, looking at Walton hovering in the air.
If we were the same level, I could beat Walton without breaking a sweat.
But with just one small gap between us, our power was worlds apart.
Looking down at me coldly, Walton said, "Is that all you have? Seems pretty ordinary!"
I looked up at Walton in the air and said seriously, "If I step into half-step Martial Marquis, I can kill you in three breaths."
Walton’s expression shifted, his face showing clear annoyance.
Though he didn’t want to admit it, what I said was true.
As a Grandmaster, fighting this well had already scared Walton.
If I reached the half-step Martial Marquis level, Walton would probably be helpless against me.
"That’s exactly why I can’t let you live," Walton said, eyes narrowing.
"No matter how strong you’d be at half-step Martial Marquis, it doesn’t matter, because... you’ll never get that chance!"
As Walton screamed, his body started to curl up!
Then, the black energy covering him began gathering above his head!
The moment this power collected, the ground started shaking!
A divine presence spread from the black energy, and nobody knew what technique Walton was using, since it wasn’t from the He family!
——
"The four symbols demonic seal from centuries ago?" Paul Randall, who had stayed quiet until now, suddenly spoke.
Hearing this, the Disciple quickly asked, "Master, what’s the four symbols demonic seal?"
Paul Randall said grimly, "I found records of this technique during my travels years back. The complete four symbols demonic seal supposedly crushes everything, covers a thousand miles, and destroys whatever it touches."
"So does that mean Mason will lose?" the Disciple asked eagerly.
Paul Randall shook his head and whispered, "Either way, it’s not good."
As he spoke, Paul Randall’s energy began to shift.
Seeing this, the Disciple said anxiously, "Master, you promised not to get involved!"
Paul Randall hesitated, conflicted, and his energy finally settled down.
——
The black energy in the air kept building, as if it were pulling power from the world itself. The intense pressure made people keep coughing up blood.
Some were even crushed to death right there by the overwhelming force.
Even I felt enormous pressure, my body creaking constantly.
This terrifying power felt like an endless ocean, making me want to retreat.
"Clatter!"
Right then, countless chains burst from the ground under my feet!
These chains seemed to come from the deepest hell, binding me tight, making it impossible to move!
"Since I can’t run, I’ll just have to take it," I took a deep breath.
A divine mark appeared on my forehead, silently reciting a technique. My body shimmered with gold, as if I were using some secret method!
The surrounding energy flowed into my body, making my flesh seem to expand.
"Is this the cosmic form?!" Paul Randall’s eyes widened, as if he had recognized something.
