The legendary warrior novel Chapter 1355

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The purple evil spirit slithered over the entire place once again, as another devil shadow took shape behind Ronan. Following the appearance of these three devil shadows, the Devil's Fist grew immeasurably stronger and reached its peak.

Ronan's fist strike was created thanks to the overwhelming momentum he displayed, and indeed it was worth it. The third strike's momentum surpassed Ricky's by a wide margin.

"Chaotic power and eternal power!"

Faced with the daunting punch, Ricky dared not hold back his strength. The grey chaotic power and the golden purple eternal power poured out from each side of his Ultimate Golden Body and integrated with the Massacring Holy Patterns.

In all his experience, he knew that Ronan's third punch was not something he could take head-on.

The Evil Mandragora and the Dragon Intent Grass were correct. He had to focus on defending himself first.

If Ricky could block the third punch, Ronan's momentum would have been for nothing. He would take advantage once the fist withdrew and launch his own attack. Of course, this plan assumed he could protect himself from Ronan's third punch successfully. He believed he could do it, though, and he held this knowledge close to his heart.

With a deep inhale, Ricky dug his heels deeper into the dirt with his arms crossed over his chest.

Boom!

The next moment, Rona's fist strike collided with Ricky's Ultimate Golden Body a third time, and the earth-shaking impact created a loud boom, a gust of strong wind, and a shattering sound. When the dust cleared, it was unmistakable that the breaking sound came from the shattering Massacring Holy Patterns which were infused with the eternal power and the chaotic power.

However, Ronan's fist didn't escape unscathed. It might have destroyed the Massacring Holy Patterns, but its power had rapidly decreased as well.

The three hundred Massacring Holy Patterns took a lot from the third punch before they broke apart, causing Ronan's attack to lose its momentum and strength. When the strike hit the Ultimate Golden Body, weakened as it was, it didn't leave much of a difference. The Ultimate Golden Body was pushed back a few steps and a small indent was left on its skin.

Inside the Ultimate Golden Body, Ricky barely felt any pain and suffered no injuries. The only thing he felt was a slight pressure at the peak of the collision.

A stormy expression shrouded Ronan's face. How did Ricky resist his strongest fist strike? The brat didn't even break out in a sweat!

In a split second, Ricky made his move. Just as Ricky expected, Ronan's momentum was steadily decreasing, so this was the best time to attack. He couldn't let this opportunity pass.

The power of his seven mutants, the eternal power, and the chaotic power fused into the Ultimate Golden Body's chest in an instant.

"Indestructible Light!"

At once, an intense, bright light appeared and tore the space, speeding towards Ronan like a bullet.

Boom! The violent airwaves surrounded Ronan, and he had to defend himself. He then gathered all his purple evil spirit and transformed it into a defensive shield, just in time, as the Indestructible Light engulfed him. It bloomed and swept over the entire space.

Amid the blinding light, a silhouette was thrown off, and blood spattered over the ground as he passed. It was none other than Ronan.

Ronan's three fist trikes sucked a great deal of his momentum and energy, which placed him at a disadvantage. Since his attack failed to make contact with his enemy, it left him wide open for his opponent's counterattack, and because his momentum had significantly decreased, he had to back off.

"You are a genius from the Wild Purple Devil tribe, but it looks like your ability isn't up to snuff,"

Ricky sneered disdainfully as he looked down at Ronan's slumped figure. "If you can't pull yourself together for your sixth berserk, then this battle is over. You lost."

After saying that, Ricky activated the Ancestral Intent Formula, and copious power flowed into his body once again. He made a fist as his eyes gazed at Ronan with a deadly glare.

Ronan was still slumped over, so it was hard to tell whether he was just shocked or he was surrendering. He didn't move apart from his eyes that stared Ricky down with a manic and ferocious glint.

In the next breath, Ricky's fist shadow loomed over Ronan, while the other man's body changed in an instant. His eyes flashed a crimson red, and the muscles and meridians of his massive body bulged. He seemed to have regained his strength once again.

Ronan met Ricky's fist with one of his own, resisting it directly.

"Could this be his sixth berserk? I didn't think he could still go berserk for the sixth time. This is unbelievable!"

exclaimed Ricky in shock.

But as he thought more about it, he felt like this wasn't Rona's sixth berserk. After all, each time Ronan went berserk, his body expanded with his strength. This time, his body remained the same.

"This isn't his sixth berserk, Ricky. It's the Wild Purple Devil tribe's state that can only be achieved when they are under the extreme berserk—the Extreme Killing State!" the Evil Mandragora revealed with a gasp.

"The Extreme Killing State? What is that?"

asked Ricky curiously.

"The Wild Purple Devil tribe's berserk mode is directly proportionate to their realm, which means that an innate spiritual king can only go berserk two times at most. If they dare to go berserk more times than they should, their body might explode, causing their death,"