"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.
Ronan seemed to take him seriously too.
Initially, the devil intended to take the inheritance of the Law of Universe from Jasper and Mike. That
was why he launched a sneak attack. He thought that after this, he would finally have both the strong
evil spirit and the strong continent spirit, which would raise his blood power to the level of the ancestry
devil.
Unfortunately for him, Ricky, who he wasn't sure he could defeat, suddenly interfered half-way.
And the worst part was that the previous physical collision didn't grant him any benefits. Devils typically
had robust bodies, especially for the Wild Purple Devils.
In fact, Ronan used to believe that no creature from the continent could match him in terms of pure
body collision.
But, unexpectedly, Ricky had gone toe-to-toe against him and survived!
Ronan knew he had to go all-out. He went berserk again as his fighting spirit furiously roared. His body
grew nearly sixty feet high, while his meridians expanded continuously as if it were about to burst open.
Purple evil spirit poured out from his body and crushed everything in its path. It seemed like it could
bring down every force it encountered.
"This is the fifth time he went berserk!"
Ricky gasped uncertainly.
He knew that this was no time to dillydally, so he immediately summoned his Ultimate Golden Body at
the sixth level, pounding his chest with his right fist.
Buzz! The next moment, with protection by the Ultimate Golden Body, he confronted Ronan's body that
had gone berserk five times. The power of their bodies permeated the air, making Jasper and Mike
tremble as they tried to adjust their breath.
"Golden body! Defeat that berserker devil!"
the two of them muttered in unison.
"Wild Purple Killing Fist!"
At the peak of the confrontation, Ronan made a move. A huge devil shadow materialized behind his
hulking body, and it carried pure condensed killing intent. The shadow reeked of violence and blood. In
the blink of an eye, it formed a fist and flew towards Ricky.
"Ricky, watch out! I've heard of this Wild Purple Killing Fist before. They said that the devil will unleash
three punches, and each punch will get stronger in succession,"
reminded Evil Mandragora, who had a worried frown on her face.
"Don't fight it head-on! Just stand your ground and resist it. Otherwise, even if the punches don't hurt
you, that devil will take control of the battle's flow."
"This is a very daring move. Ronan attacked first and even used such a powerful Omnipotent Skill
sneakily,"
the Dragon Intent Grass commented. "I think Evil Mandragora is right. You must stand your ground and
defend yourself.
Once you withstand his attack, you can launch your own offensive, and his spirit will plummet."
"Got it."
Ricky nodded.
Between one breath and the next, he gathered his Ultimate Golden Body around him and entered a
defensive state.
When the first punch came flying, he instantly condensed the seven mutants' powers on the arms of
the golden body. He dug the golden body's feet into the dirt beneath his feet and crossed his arms over
his chest in a defensive pose.
Bang! Bang!
The moment the first punch reached Ricky, he resisted it with all his might. The sound of metal colliding
rang in the air.
After that, just as Evil Mandragora told them, Ronan used the momentum of the first punch to throw the
second punch. Ricky could feel that this second punch was far stronger than the first one Ronan had
unleashed.
"Massacring Holy Pattern!"
With a deep breath, Ricky steadied his stand and condensed the Massacring Holy Pattern. Three
hundred Massacring Holy Patterns instantly poured out of his head, hooked up with the golden body,
and reinforced it to protect him.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The next moment, violent airwaves plunged the whole place into darkness and chaos.
Once the dust and debris dissipated and the energy waves receded, the golden body fused with the
Massacring Holy Patterns became visible. It had been forced only a few steps back, and Ronan's fist
had left a light imprint on it. Besides those marks, it looked unscathed.
Seeing this, Ronan became more furious, and a dark look flashed in his eyes.
The defense Ricky had used was phenomenal! It was a smart and powerful defensive move that
impressed Ronan despite himself.
However, since he had thrown two punches, he had to make sure his third one counted. This would be
his devil fist. With these thoughts, his momentum soared to its peak. Of course, he had done so on
purpose, as it would certainly affect his last strike and add more power to it.
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