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,"
the Evil Mandragora explained further.
"Meanwhile, a middle spiritual emperor can go berserk for five times at the most.
Once a devil in each realm goes berserk to their limit, they can enter a state in which they know nothing
but to kill.
That state is called the Extreme Killing State.
It's quite similar to the situation that he has a mutant when he is in this state.
"Oh, is that so?"
Ricky murmured, deep in thought. "I guess this is why the Wild Purple Devil tribe is considered one of
the devil race's eight greatest bloodlines. If I managed to kill him so quickly without having a good fight
with him, it would have been disappointing."
Now that Ricky knew what the Extreme Killing State was, it motivated him further and increased his
fighting spirit.
Of course, his heightened fighting spirit also pushed him to take his opponent seriously.
There was nothing in Ronan's eyes but bloodlust. It looked like his brain had shut down, and he
couldn't comprehend anything but the desire to kill.
"Argh! Kill!"
The unhinged man let out a deep roar. He was a killing machine, made for nothing but murder, and he
began to condense his deadliest and most violent Omnipotent Skill to attack Ricky.
No wonder this was the Extreme Killing State. Even Ricky's Ultimate Golden Body at the sixth level
couldn't face this head-on and would have to retreat.
But, fortunately, Ricky possessed seven mutants.
As long as his enemy didn't overpower him too much, he could be able to fight against the enemy all
the time. And besides, even though Ronan was in the Extreme Killing State, Ricky still had more aces
up his sleeves. He still hadn't used his skills of Resurrection and Travel Back Through Time.
Compared with Scales, Ronan was nothing.
The Extreme Killing State couldn't last forever, so Ricky also counted that to his advantage.
He could merely wait out Ronan until he ran out of steam, and once the Extreme Killing State ended,
Ricky could seize the victory.
Although Ronan didn't seem to have psychic intelligence in the Extreme Killing State, he was still very
much aware of this. Thus, at the peak of madness, he burst out a killing move.
"Demonic Killing Spear!"
Copious amounts of violent and killing power condensed between Ronan's hands and took the shape
of a massive purple spear. This spear overflowed with power, and the evil spirit surged as high as the
clouds as if it was forged from the Devil Land's depths.
With all his might, he thrust the spear in Ricky's direction.
However, Ricky's Ultimate Golden Body stood in its way. It stood before Ricky like a shield, protecting
him as he used his Golden Spirit Eyes. He then condensed the lotus to fight back.
Bang!
The next moment, the two strongest attacks collided, creating a great explosion. Debris and dust
billowed out from where the two forces met, and explosions rang out one after another.
The strong anti-seismic force spat out two disheveled figures at the same time.
They were Ricky and Ronan.
At this point, Ricky appeared slightly flushed from exertion, even as his power momentum began to
decline.
Meanwhile, the Extreme Killing State had already reached its end, and Ronan's momentum and
strength went back to their weakened state.
"Well, it looks like we are done here. I won. Scales was a far better opponent than you,"
Ricky said lightly, an eyebrow raised critically at Ronan.
"You know, you were doomed from the start. This is the land of legacy of the creatures from the
continent. How can you, the devil race, take it from us?"
"Rah!" Hearing Ricky's words, Ronan let out a deafening roar.
It was a unique roar that only devils could produce.
"Go to hell!" This time, without hesitation, Ricky flew forward to end his opponent's life.
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