"Who? The spiritual potentates of your Wild Purple Devil tribe?"
Ricky asked, looking unimpressed.
"Actually, you guessed it right. They were the spiritual potentates of our tribe,"
Ronan replied with a wicked sneer. "My patriarch was one of them who defeated Adrian. His flesh and blood had been in our tribe's possession since then.
After all, that was a great spiritual potentate's flesh and blood. We kept it close to our chest for eons, and it was not until this era that circumstances changed. That is—we found his inheritance.
To take control of it, I have integrated his flesh and blood."
"Don't even dream about it!" Ricky firmly refuted his statement. "Today, you're not going to leave this place alive! And we will take Adrian's flesh and blood back from you!"
Boom! Boom! Boom! As soon as he finished speaking, his body unleashed a surging power, and his four mutants immediately burst out. It bounced back Ronan's physical strength like it was child's play.
"What?! You have multiple mutants! There is really a creature who possesses multiple mutants!"
When Ronan saw Ricky's power, he could only gape at the spectacle in shock.
But from his words, Ricky gathered that his opponent had heard of someone with multiple mutants before.
"Were you the one who fought with Scales?"
asked Ronan out of curiosity.
"Oh, I think I know who you are referring to. Wow! I haven't heard of his name for quite a long time,"
remarked Ricky with a sly smirk on his face. "It looks like I'm kind of famous among you guys.
Anyway, since you have heard of me, you know that you have no chance of winning against me. So why don't you just kill yourself and save yourself from the pain?"
"Ha-ha! You must be joking!"
Hearing Ricky's words, Ronan burst into laughter as if it was the most ridiculous thing that he had heard.
But in his heart, Ronan was trembling. He knew that he was in a precarious situation.
Scales had told him of the skirmish he got involved in when he went to the human devils' ancestral land. His friend said that he had fought with a creature from the continent who had multiple mutants, and they were both severely hurt in the end.
That was unthinkable, as Scales was the best among all the talented warriors of the devil race. How did their strongest fighter get crushed? When Scales told him about this creature, its very existence terrified him. His heart sunk at the idea that someone was that powerful.
"Fine. You leave me no choice,"
murmured Ricky in a low voice. He looked serious and a little excited.
The last time he had found a rival that matched his strength was when he had fought with Steve from the Phoenix tribe. The hearty fight they had was incredibly satisfying. Now, he thought that he could have another awesome fight in this place. This young master of the Wild Purple Devil tribe seemed like a formidable opponent.
With a quick step, Ricky disappeared from his place and reappeared in front of Ronan in the next instant. Mighty power burst out from his body, spread out in the air, and pushed him into a fighting state, all in the blink of an eye. He flew towards Ronan with his fist.
Roar!
A deep sound escaped from Ronan's throat, and he jumped up to confront Ricky's attack with his fist.
The Wild Purple Devil's most powerful weapon was their bodies.
The moment his fist flew towards Ricky, he went berserk for the fourth time, and his savage body grew larger once again.
Bang! Bang! Bang! In the next minute that ensued, their figures flashed over the altar from time to time, as their movements grew too fast for the naked eye. Every time the figures appeared, a strong collision burst out. Their fight was so intense that the entire space would have been destroyed if it weren't for the array zone.
Golden and purple light intertwined like majestic ribbons spreading in the air. It was a beauty underlined by the violent airwaves that pervaded the entire transparent array zone.
This pure physical collision went on for a long time.
Finally, the two violent physical bodies withdrew from each other, standing still so that their bodies appeared more than just silhouettes.
After that savage battle, their strength had noticeably increased to the limit, and their fighting spirit had grown even more intense.
They exchanged electric gazes, staring deeply into each other's eyes.
'This guy is pretty tough. He is almost as strong as Scales!' Ricky thought with a heavy heart.
At this moment, it felt like he was like facing someone as strong, if not stronger, as Mordechai. His opponent must be more terrifying, as the evil spirit was more powerful than the continent spirit while at the same realm.
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