Divorced and Dominant Now You Cry novel Chapter 780

Chapter 780

“Did Ashton just get stronger again?”

“His adaptive capability is terrifying. This is what a true prodigy looks like.”

“Maybe Flint was never his true opponent. Instead, Ashton’s been fighting his own limits this entire time.”

At that moment, a collective gasp rippled through the arena.

Ashton’s figure blurred and slipped past Flint’s killing strike. In the next instant, he drove forward like a black dragon plunging from the sky, his physical force crashing straight into Flint.

The impact erupted in a violent burst of sparks.

Flint dropped hard under the impact. He was driven straight into the ground, blood arcing through the air as he fell.

His supporters shuddered as a heavy shadow of fear settled over them.

“The tide has turned!” someone shouted. “The scales are tipping in Mr. Gray’s favor. Watching him fight is like watching art

unfold.”

“How is that even possible?” another murmured in disbelief.

Roughly ten minutes ago, Ashton had been on the brink of death, while Flint held an overwhelming advantage.

But now, Flint stood on shattered ground, his posture visibly stooped. The years etched across his face could no longer be concealed, and even his steps had begun to falter.

“Damn it! The Sage’s losing his edge.”

“He’s already 80 years old. He might look 45, but he can’t keep up this pace forever.”

“Is this all you’ve got?” Ashton challenged. “Come on. Fight me properly.”

He grew more exhilarated by the second. Black light shimmered across his body as every cell within him seemed to break apart and regenerate in rapid succession.

The sealed power of his Drakeborne lineage roiled violently, as if it were about to tear through its restraints. In a blur of motion, he charged toward Flint again.

“Damn it!”

Flint gritted his teeth and retreated quickly, drawing upon every thread of spiritual energy within him. He shifted fully into defense, no longer daring to continue the close–quarters fight with Ashton.

His eyes narrowed as his spiritual consciousness swept over Ashton, trying to gauge his stamina and energy reserves. Ashton’s attacks came like a relentless barrage. He pressed forward with unstoppable momentum, and the wounds on Flint’s body multiplied. Aside from the space over his heart, dents had formed across his torso where fists had landed with crushing force.

Flint’s expression darkened, but he forced himself to stay composed. He let out a cold laugh.

“By my estimation, your stamina and your spiritual energy should both be near their limit. Time is to my side. Let’s see how much longer you can last. Once you’re drained, killing you will be no harder than crushing an insect.”

“My limit? Sorry, but I don’t believe in limits.”

A surge of raw power coursed through Ashton, stripping away thought and hesitation. He continued throwing punches at Flint.

If anything, he hoped Flint could take a few more hits. He had new variations of the Sixfold Carnage Fist he hadn’t even tested

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yet.

As for his limits? He didn’t give a damn about it.

Ashton had begun to notice a pattern. Every time his body reached its breaking point, a thin stream of warmth would rise from somewhere deep within his heart and soul, giving him the strength to keep going. As long as that spark remained, there was not such thing as a limit for him.

Under the relentless barrage of punches, Flint’s expression grew increasingly grim. The defensive barrier he had formed at the cost of his own blood essence was fracturing, the spiderweb of cracks spreading beyond his control.

What terrified him most was that Ashton’s strength showed no sign of weakening. If anything, the force behind each punch seemed to be increasing, and the impact grew more devastating.

To him, this defied every law of combat.

Soon, Flint’s speed and defense began to weaken. As the balance shifted, he was reduced to little more than a punching bag.

Blood burst from his body in violent sprays, the wounds across his flesh growing deeper and more grotesque until he was nearly unrecognizable beneath the damage.

In a flash, Ashton’s figure streaked across the sky, leaving a faint trail of darkness in his wake. His arm, wrapped in black lightning and flame, shot forward and tore through Flint’s final layer of defense.

As Flint watched in terror, Ashton’s hand clamped around his throat.