My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calicraft) novel Chapter 1217

Chapter 1217 

“Eight Desolate Crumbling Fist!” Nash swung his fist, sending a shockwave to counter the sword form. Suddenly, the light in front of Ash transformed into hundreds of golden arrows, all shooting toward 

Nash. 

Nash formed a series of seals with both hands, and a six-layer mystic seal instantly took shape. It was a diagram with a diameter of ten centimeters, containing nine golden runes. 

As the rain of arrows approached, Nash threw his hands to his sides, and the diagram instantly expanded ten meters wide. The six-layer mystic seal could be used for both offense and defense. 

Each of the hundreds of arrows carried a force of thousands of kilograms. Combined, the force equated to that of tens of thousands of kilograms crashing onto the mystic seal. 

There was an explosion, and the ground surged with waves of dirt and grass as high as ten meters. They swept through the surroundings, forming a spectacular scene. 

After exchanging a punch, Bertram and Regulus were each thrown back ten meters. They wanted to continue their fight but were stunned by the intense explosion and energy fluctuations they felt. 

They leaped to the top of Typhen Ridge. Upon seeing a scene 

equivalent to a detonation of tens of thousands of tons of TNT, their 

expressions changed. 

“I didn’t expect Nash to be this powerful!” 

Eric gasped, his pupils contracting sharply. A wave of energy swept over as he spoke, causing the dry trees on the mountainside to 

collapse. Everyone used their true energy to resist the residual waves. The tiger lying on the ground was thrown dozens of meters away by 

the residual waves. 

At the center of the explosion stood Nash and Ash completely 

unharmed. They closed in and started a new round of combat. They moved as fast as lightning, using their fists, palm strikes, or kicks. Their fight was chaotic and unpredictable as they countered each 

other’s moves. 

The clash of sword forms and shadows of fists and feet produced deafening sounds. 

In the sky 500 meters high, Ash was sent flying after Nash punched him. Blood spurted from his mouth. Nash’s expression changed dramatically. “Senior Ash!” 

After landing on the ground, Ash took a dozen steps back before coming to a stop. Nash was already in front of him by the time he 

steadied himself. 

Ash slowly exhaled a turbid breath and waved his hand with an expression of relief. “I’m fine.” Then, he smiled and gestured a sign of respect. “You’re indeed a cultivation genius. I admit defeat!” 

He had practically gone all out to test Nash’s full strength just now, 

almost resorting to his most powerful techniques. 

“You’re just being modest, Senior. Your best skills are your Path techniques, but you only used them once just now. I could barely withstand it even using the six-layer mystic seal!” 

Nash 

Path turned the gesture. The technique Ash used just now was a 

Path ́secret art called the Radiant Flame Curse. It was an advanced 

secret art lost to the Path for thousands of years, comparable to the Six Sons True Light Technique. 

The conditions needed to cultivate this technique were extremely strict. Not only did one need a body with supreme light energy, but one also had to maintain one’s purity and cultivate for 49 years. Anyway, Nash had no chance of practicing this particular Path art. 

Eric and the others had caught up to them by now. When they saw the 20-meter-deep hole, they gasped again in shock. 

Bertram’s expression was somewhat displeased. He always thought himself to be comparable to Ash in terms of strength, but after seeing it for himself today, he realized he was more than just a level 

weaker than him.