"Stupid woman, you're courting death." Michael instantly appeared in front of Ben Hong. "Your courage is commendable, but it's a pity you don't have a Snow Dallet to protect you. I won't give you any chance to escape. I'll finish you off as soon as possible!"
Six pairs of golden wings appeared on Michael's back. With a low roar, his aura instantly skyrocketed to an extremely terrifying level. Ben Hong's hair and clothes fluttered violently. Under the powerful pressure, his body was involuntarily pushed back step by step.
Just the aura that erupted out was enough to cause Ben Hong, who also had the strength of a peak pseudo-god, to lose his footing and be completely suppressed.
There seemed to be no suspense in the outcome of this battle.
"Facing a character like Ben Hong, Michael actually got serious." Raphael shook his head. "Looks like I'll have to go on stage in less than three minutes."
"Unfortunately." Chen Rui found a place to lean against the back and sat down leisurely. He even took out a small bottle of fruit wine and took a sip. "Whether it's your or Michael's wishes, it's going to be in vain."
A look of disdain appeared on Raphael's face. Just as he was about to retort, his pupils suddenly contracted. He saw that Ben Hong's hair, which was fluttering backward due to Michael's aura, had suddenly changed direction and was flying forward.
Michael, who was confident that he could easily win, had a change of expression. He felt a powerful force rushing toward him, directly resisting his aura. The two forces were actually … evenly matched!
On the opposite side, Ben Hong's body had already stopped moving back. A pair of black wings appeared on his back, and his dark red eyes emitted a burning light.
"Looks like I really can't end this quickly." Gabriel, who had his eyes closed, had a solemn expression on his face.
In the ancient coliseum.
Two huge masses of energy were confronting each other, and terrifying electric arcs were constantly triggered in the surroundings.
If it was not this coliseum that was presided over by a peak pseudo-god and filled with barrier power, but in an ordinary geographical environment, it would definitely cause a terrifying collapse no less than a regional earthquake.
In the huge arena, there were only three spectators witnessing this intense collision.
Compared to Gabriel and Raphael's surprise, Chen Rui appeared to have a card up his sleeve. He was leisurely leaning against the stands with a small bottle of fruit wine in his hand.
The two powers that had been clashing with each other suddenly disappeared. At the same time, the figures of Michael and Ben Hong also disappeared.
A ball of dazzling golden light appeared in the sky. On the opposite side were countless black clouds with a dark red light faintly shining in the center. The two balls of power collided again, and even the sky seemed to crack.
This was not a simple clash of power like before, but a clash of might.
The golden light could not penetrate the dark red power of the dark clouds, and the dark clouds could not block the golden light either.
Once again, they were equally matched.
"Ben Hong's body should be a newly fused body. It's even stronger than the body from back then." Raphael saw the strangeness of Ben Hong's body at a glance and was moved. "It can actually fight against Michael."
"It's not just her body that's strong …" Gabriel's brows furrowed slightly as she closed her eyes. "This is all a head-on confrontation. This woman who plays tricks with poison is much stronger than expected."
Michael was also shocked. Just a few years ago, when he faced Ben Hong who had infiltrated the Holy Mountain, he had the upper hand without using his full strength. At that time, Ben Hong was only in the state of a soul. But now, the pressure that Ben Hong gave him had reached such a level!
This was not a simple fusion of bodies!
Michael was an archangel and also the person closest to God. Moreover, he was in the home field of the Holy Mountain of Light. Even in this ancient coliseum, he could still use the power of the light element to the greatest extent.
If he couldn't defeat Ben Hong within 10 minutes, even if only Raphael, Gabriel, and the bug witnessed it, he would feel humiliated.
Michael took a deep breath, and there was already a sword in his hand. The fiery red sword body had a cross-shaped edge. It was the artifact Holy Cross Sword. The sword body danced with sun-like brilliance and slashed at Ben Hong who was in the mist.
Sun, death.
This was Chen Rui's feeling. Even if he was outside the arena, he could feel the terrifying power of the sword.
He had this feeling when he saw Michael perform Holy Cross Sword for the first time at the top of the Holy Mountain. However, the current Chen Rui was no longer the same as before. He no longer had that sense of irresistible despair because he no longer had to look up to Michael.
Even if he didn't cast the normal state of Polar Transformation or use [Analytical Eyes], his perception could capture the battle trajectory of the 2 Pseudo-Gods in a special "calm" state.
This technique, which could be called "Mind's Eye", was one of the results of two years of training.
In this state, he could still face the pseudo-God-level aura released by Raphael freely. There was no need for him to transform into the Polar Star Transformation. This was because his greatest enemy was not external objects but himself.
The mind had the most initial and ultimate power. In the past two years, he had been constantly exploring and exploring, wanting to further surpass himself. Unfortunately, he did not succeed. He only understood a deeper level of the mystery of "Purple Polar Transformation". Especially after the integration of the "World of Gods", he had faintly touched the highest bottleneck, which was the bottleneck of the entire 6-star evolution.
Using the ego to see the greater self and incarnate into the true universe.
This should be the future direction and the key to breakthrough and evolution.
Chen Rui's current power of "Purple Polar Transformation" had reached great success, and it was enough to compete with the existence of the peak Pseudo-God. If one day he could break through to the 6-star level and evolve further, he himself did not know what level he would reach.
He did not know if this day would really come. Perhaps it would come as he wished, or perhaps he would not be able to achieve it in his lifetime.
If such a day really came, probably only those huge "corpses" in the Chaos Realm would be the goal to surpass.
A dark golden whip appeared in Ben Hong's hand, faintly surrounded by black gas. It was the first time that Chen Rui saw her weapon. Compared to the oppressive feeling of the Holy Cross Sword, this whip had almost no sense of existence. This was perhaps the most powerful thing about it.
Shadow.
Just like its name, the Shadow Whip was silent and ghostly when it was waved.
Chen Rui saw it clearly in the Mind's Eye. The Holy Cross Sword turned into countless rays of death and swept towards Ben Hong with overwhelming power. However, Ben Hong was like a kite, always maintaining a distance from Michael. This kind of fighting style made Michael very uncomfortable. He could not use his power, and many of the Holy Cross Sword's sharp killing moves were useless.
Time passed minute by minute, and the battle was still in a stalemate. Naturally, Michael did not want to engage in this kind of tug-of-war with Ben Hong. Seeing an opportunity, the twelve golden wings spread out, and the surrounding space was instantly solidified like a mirror.
No matter what kind of secret move Ben Hong used, it was bounced back. It was equivalent to just spinning in circles, and the distance between them was instantly shortened by Michael.
The power of Michael's space!
The Holy Cross Sword shone brightly. At this distance, Ben Hong could no longer dodge. Facing the complete posture of the death sunlight, she suddenly smiled.
"No matter how deep the memory, there will always be a time when it will be forgotten. No matter how deep the possession, there will always be a time when it will not last forever."
The red light of death instantly dimmed, and the surrounding solidified "mirror" was like a peeling skin, rapidly withering, no longer able to play any role.
The power of Ben Hong's "Deprivation" far exceeded that of the peak of the Holy Mountain. Not only was the space confined by Michael's power, but even the power of the Holy Cross Sword was greatly weakened.
Just as the Holy Cross Sword's light dimmed, the long whip in Ben Hong's hand disappeared and was replaced by a pair of black daggers. The daggers in the blink of an eye turned into countless indistinct shadows, encircling Michael at an extremely high speed.
Looking from afar, the dark red in the black clouds rapidly nibbled away at the golden light, and the golden light gradually began to lose its color.
Michael felt that the cunning and ruthless attack was so terrifying that even he, who was proficient in swordsmanship, was in a difficult position and was completely suppressed.
When did Ben Hong have such a powerful close combat ability? Even a few years ago, at the peak of the Holy Mountain, it was not like this!
It turned out that this sinister and cunning woman had been baiting him into close combat!
A moment of carelessness caused a black line to appear on Michael's cheek. He immediately felt a wave of numbness. This dagger was clearly poisoned!
"Damn it!"
He was actually injured! He was injured by the blade of this defeated opponent! Michael was infuriated. The space around Ben Hong solidified once more, and his attacks immediately slowed down. Michael then shouted, "Divine Grace as Vast as the Sea!"
Even a peak pseudo-god would find it rather difficult to continuously display power in an instant, especially when switching to a different type of power. However, Michael managed to do this easily.
The originally dim golden light instantly shone brightly, and the black blood on Michael's face rapidly dissipated. The wound healed as if it was in the beginning. The seemingly endless sea of light from "Divine Grace" swept toward Ben Hong.
Ben Hong had just dispelled the solidification of the space, and before he could react, the dark red shrouded by the black clouds was completely devoured by the sea of light.
Just as the light completely engulfed Ben Hong, a low female voice resounded throughout the entire arena. Even the sea of light could not isolate the voice that contained a strange power.
"It's truly cruel, it's truly poisonous. This is human nature, the human heart. "
The ocean-like light suddenly turned sluggish, and the ends of the light rapidly turned black. In the blink of an eye, the entire sea of light was dyed black.
The black sea rapidly evaporated into smoke, and the center of the arena was filled with endless black clouds. The entire arena trembled slightly, and the ground also started to crack.
Gabriel could feel the immense pressure that the arena was withstanding. He increased the power input, and the cracks recovered to their original state.
"Divine Might!" Michael shouted, and pillars of light appeared in the sea of black clouds, rapidly evaporating the power of the poison. Finally, the situation returned to normal. Both sides were still evenly matched.
Raphael, who was watching from the stands, was secretly shocked. Putting aside the close-combat ability, Ben Hong had also switched the power of deprivation to the power of poison in an extremely short period of time, instantly turning the tables. If not for Michael's strength and reaction being superior, he would have already been suppressed.
If he was the one facing Ben Hong now, he would probably still be at a disadvantage.
One had to know that this was the Holy Mountain of Light, and it was also daytime when the light element was the most active!
When did this woman become so powerful?
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