Born Almighty Warrior novel Chapter 282

Boom!

In the world of Martial Arts, it was a known fact that demi-immortals had the better and more in-depth understanding of how space worked than the mortal warriors. They had already mastered the craft. They knew how to manipulate and take advantage of the spiritual energy with the use of space

Stan's body suddenly spurted out dark spiritual energy to anything it could touch in his area. Powerful black rays covered his surroundings. This allowed him to use the forces in his own pace, which made him utilize and master his own strength at its peak.

Soon after, dark clouds of energetic force gathered behind him. The forces concentrated and formed a humongous dark figure.

The figure could be perceived as his guard, comparable to the loyalty and reliability of the great Buddha.

"Arhat Dark Power-Arhat Palm!"

Stan's eyes suddenly turned to black and released pitch-dark black rays. It was a materialization of sadness and light combined at the same time like a poetic killing intent. It was like grief that one could see and fear. The dark light then attached itself to the massive dark figure behind him.

Drowned in his own dark force, Stan raised his hands. He stretched them out and in an instant, the force from his palms went straight to the castle he was aiming at.

While he did this, liquid formed on his forehead. Unlike the usual water that would form on someone's body as a sign of stress and fatigue, a drop of blood essence formed on his eyebrows and mixed with the dark giant figure behind him. Stan was so angry and full of resentment towards the whole Manor Gang that he wanted to slap the hell out them and murder them all.

The dark figure aside from being his guard, was more like an amplified version of his palms. Any action he committed with his palms was done by the figure that was about a hundred meters long. Stan loathed the castle and everyone who was in it and the dark palm behind him resonated that anger. Stan clapped his hands and soon after the dark figure absorbed his blood essence as it mimicked Stan's action.

"Oh boy, Stan is putting up a desperate fight. Poor lad,"   said the seven demi-immortals who lurked around the area while they witnessed what Stan was up to.

"Such a cold-hearted man. He would really like to see tons of blood flowing like stream just for his son."

"But you know what? He could be right about this. Those demi-immortal beasts are much stronger than our human warriors. He would have a better chance of survival if he could kill his enemies with just one strike."

"It looks like he had already figured what we are up to and taken precautions against us. I hope this demi-immortal snake won't be such a disappointment."

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"Brother, I think he wants a showdown with one strike. Like a death match." Soar slithered near Ricky's ear and whispered.

"I hope so. But remember what I had just said," Ricky answered softly so that no one would be able to hear them.

"Yes, I understand. I got you, bro."

After their secretive conversation, Ricky left as soon as possible. He knew that he couldn't resist the impending impact of such an intense fight with Stan.

Just when Ricky's figure was nowhere to be found, flames started to burn on Soar's body. The formidable force was no less than Stan's.

Soar was just pretending to be less powerful than Stan. With the amount of power that Soar was capable of, he could undoubtedly spit fire and burn Stan alive. In reality, Stan was so much less of a warrior.

Soar wasn't just an ordinary scarlet snake. He was the real deal, a real dragon who could use the Heaven Melting Fire to the fullest.

He opened his mouth and spew a ball of red hot flames shot at the two giant palms behind Stan.

Boom!

The space above the manor was completely engulfed by the collision of the fire ball and the two giant palms. Dark currents began to flow freely as the flames burned with it. It was a scene to behold, like a work of art to those who witnessed the display of power.

Soar could control the fight for he had the ability to do so. He intentionally engineered the explosion so that it could avoid the castle's destruction.

The collision of the fire ball and the giant palms only lasted for a brief moment before they parted again.

But the attack was not enough for the two warriors. Another blow was made by the flames, but only this time, it was more powerful. This broke the balance of the palms which turned them to dark spiritual energy and then dissipate into thin air.