Born Almighty Warrior novel Chapter 587

The end of Henry's sentence was punctuated by a slow, rolling heat. Particles of sand swept up with the air, obscuring his body from view until the hazy image created a mirage. Henry looked as though he had turned into a pool of reddish-brown sand. His figure exuded an aura of lifelessness, ruin, and authority.

"Everybody says that you are an ace genius with a strong body. Today, please impress me with it!" Henry's eyes narrowed menacingly as he spoke to Ricky. A dark scarlet cascaded over the black of his pupils.

The crack of thunder punctured the air as though a sudden chill collided with the heat.

Upon hearing Henry's provocative words, Ricky moved instantaneously. He launched the first level of Ultimate Golden Body. As if disturbed by the massacring power of the movement, the wind around him whined in protest.

Honed as he was by endless battles, Ricky's intuition told him Henry was different. He was out of the ordinary, and Ricky could sense danger lurking beneath the calm front. His jaw clenched from anticipation. The excitement in his bones pushed him to rush the fight, striking first with the massacring power and holding nothing back. They traded blows, but he couldn't keep pace with Henry. Eventually, he found himself with his arms up to shield his face and torso, forced into a defensive position.

"Is this the first level of Ultimate Golden Body?" Henry was pensive as he stroked his chin with a hand. His eyes took careful note of Ricky's form and stance. There was a note of disinterest in his voice as though he'd known of the Ultimate Golden Body and had seen the cultivation method before.

Without hesitation, Henry began spewing intense energy of ruin from his body, which rapidly turned into a layer of reddish-brown sand and enveloped him completely. By the second, Henry looked like a warrior clad in reddish-brown robe.

Ricky tensed, appraising the new development in his opponent. With the aid of the four zones inside his body, he could sense that the reddish-brown sand had greatly fortified Henry's body.

They stared each other down, each painfully aware of the other's smallest movements. Both of them eager to fight as the tension built between them. In sync, they both leaped up into the air and struck each other with a decisive blow.

In a moment, hundreds of rays of golden light filled the sky along with a clanging. Their fists, radiating golden and reddish-brown power respectively, collided with each other. When their energies met, the earth bent to their will, wracked with shock waves and an intense brightness, blinding whoever saw it from below. Vulnerable to the disaster they created, they both recoiled from the impact. Each warrior took a dozen steps back on the shaking ground before they managed to plant their feet in the grass.

The sound of someone clicking their tongue in distaste pervaded the atmosphere before it was drowned out by the continuing fight. Ricky and Henry ran wildly at each other. They bounded toward each other every time their collision forced them apart. Their feet never stayed on the ground for more than a second.

For the first time, Ricky had met his match in this place.

In the past, he had been confronted by many strong enemies, but none of them was as powerful as Henry. A part of him should have rejoiced at the novelty. However, Ricky started to feel the stress on his body caused by the prolonged fighting.

He hadn't been forced into the defensive again, but nor had he found an upper hand in their fight. They kept at it, with Ricky straining his eyes for a weak spot every time they collided. After they clashed for the twelfth time, his hands started to give way. Pain and a prickling sensation shot up through his arms.

Ricky found he had a slackening grip. His hands trembled from the pain, making it harder to tighten his fist.

At the same time, Henry could feel his legs start to give out. They quivered, slowly losing the strength to stand with each passing second.

The tremor spread throughout Henry's body. Cracks formed on the red robe he fashioned for himself as the sand fell off.

Though he was usually reserved and unemotional, ripples of grim determination marred his blank expression. His teeth bit down, caged in and prevented his heart from leaping out from his throat.

"You deserve to be called an ace genius. As a second-class lower spiritual king, you have already attained a high combat efficiency to rival that of a second-class middle spiritual king. I admire you from the bottom of my heart." The way Henry's eyebrow raised emphasized the derision in his tone. He looked at Ricky with every intent to kill, his fingers itched to land that final blow. "The next battle must be very exciting and thrilling."

"Incompetent warriors don't have the guts. You know, the word 'incompetent' is not in my dictionary!" Ricky flashed him a devilish smile as he spoke.

As if mocking, Ricky mimicked the look on Henry's face. He, too, saw the end of the battle, itched for the killing blow. The difference was that he would be the harbinger of his foe's death.

Ricky's smile widened and he licked his lips. Truth be told, he'd grown bored and complacent over the years. Only a rival like Henry could have rekindled his thirst for life and passion for victory.

"I'll throw all my energy into the next battle and go all out for a victory!" True to his word, the reddish-brown energy of ruin began building inside Henry's body again as soon as he finished speaking.

"Ricky, I'm telling you, the next battle between us is not a matter of promise. It's a matter of life and death! From the bottom of my heart, I would love to defeat you and kill you. Although you are an ace genius, I'll finish you off at this time and in this place."

"Yeah! Your strict attitude towards the battle was exactly what I expected. Otherwise, even if I won the battle, it would just be plain and boring," Ricky answered with a laugh.