“What on earth are you doing, George? Get this fight over with and stop wasting my time!” Cassian shouted irritably. He didn’t want to see Ashton gaining momentum. He wanted to see a bloodbath.
“Got it, Mr. Lowery!” George took a deep breath, his robes swaying as he looked down at Ashton. “I wouldn’t be your match if we were in the same realm, but unfortunately for you, you haven’t reached the divine realm! Its power is more than you can handle! I’m going to end this now, Ashton!”
In that instant, George surged toward Ashton like an eagle swooping on its prey, yelling, “Quadfold Killing Fist!”
His veins throbbed as his power surged. He delivered four consecutive strikes toward Ashton with absolute strength. His punches grew stronger than the ones before, each strike carrying an immense force that pressed down on Ashton with a suffocating sense of doom.
“Ashton’s done for! He’s completely pinned down by the force of the Quadfold Killing Fist! That’s George’s ultimate move!”
“Their life–or–death match is over! George isn’t going to give Ashton a single opening to strike back!”
“That’s what defines the divine realm! That’s the true power of the divine realm!”
In the midst of the crowd’s exclamation, Ashton showed no sign of fear. Instead, he looked expectant as he roared like a dragon, “You’re no match for me, even though we’re in a different realm, George! Your killing fist is useless against my defense! Draconic Field!”
His eyes glinted with malice as black flames erupted violently. His spiritual energy stormed outward like a tempest, instantly forming a one–foot–tall barrier of absolute defense, while surrounded by the coiling shadows of giant black dragons.
In that instant, a roar sounded as a divine barrier appeared within a foot of Ashton, cutting off all outside energy.
He panted heavily.
This was a defensive technique he had developed over the last ten days. He fused his realm’s power with his Drakeborne lineage and his own physical strength to form the strongest defense.
George’s first punch slammed into Ashton’s Draconic Field, carving a deep dent into its surface. That one–foot barrier was instantly covered in a web of cracks and appeared to be on the verge of breaking.
“How pathetic! Ashton’s defense is pitiful! If this is all he has, there’s no way he can stop George’s Quadfold Killing Fist at full divine realm power! Ashton’s fate is sealed–only death awaits him!”
“How can Ashton be so confident! There is a world of difference between the divine realm and the semi–divine realm. Ashton is bound to lose!”
“You’ll have to wait until you’re reborn to become the King of Javonbury!”
In that instant, the established forces of Javonbury voiced their exhilaration, eager to see Ashton–the new contender–be extinguished before their very eyes. After all, they were determined to maintain their control over Javonbury.
It was then that someone suddenly gasped in surprise. “Hold on! Ashton’s one–foot barrier has fully restored itself!”
Those around immediately squinted and saw that Ashton was again shrouded in black lightning and flame. Ashton’s crumbling one–foot defense instantly repaired itself, turning solid and indestructible.
“What just happened?”
“How did he do that?”
Logically, a compromised defense couldn’t be restored in such a fleeting moment–much like glass with fractures, it ought to have continued to disintegrate.
Chapter 844
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