Childe did not say a word. He was purely defending. At this time, his Shield of Truth had been broken, and he no longer had the almost "absolute defense" ability. Baze, who had been forced to break through his limits, had fists that were sharper and more terrifying than any axe, hammer, or knife. They constantly tore apart Childe's robe and flesh, bringing with them a thin layer of blood mist.
Even so, Childe was not knocked down by Baze. Even if the power of chaos continued to attack and erode him, there was still a fundamental order that always existed. No physical structure could compare to it.
Baze punched again, forcibly blasting away Childe's raised arm. The force of the punch penetrated Childe's chest and into his lungs, crushing Childe's chest until it visibly caved in.
Childe did not dodge. He used a Hand Bind and locked Baze's joints. The two of them instantly entered a more dangerous close combat.
First, two heads collided with each other. In an instant, both sides were covered in blood. This collision also forced Baze's ferocious teeth back.
Childe was still holding onto Baze's elbow joint. Borrowing the force of the other party's charge and retreat, he pulled outwards, forcibly twisting Baze up and smashing him heavily into the rubble. But then, he was also knocked over by the brute force of Baze.
The strength of the two humanoid beasts was terrifying. Under the force of the collision, the floor under the rubble could no longer withstand it. Even the steel frame collapsed with a loud bang.
The two of them fell together, and their heads and faces were covered by the rubble above. But even so, in the narrowest space, they did not stop. Instead, they continuously hit each other's face, chest, and waist.
The colliding shock waves swept away the rubble, avoiding the result of being buried. But before they landed on the ground, both of them were already vomiting blood.
No matter how injured he was, Childe remained as cold as iron. The opportunity he had been waiting for finally arrived after Baze's two unreserved waves of attacks.
At the cost of another heavy elbow strike on his chest, he took advantage of the gap left by Baze's overexertion and performed a joint technique, forcefully twisting Baze's left elbow joint. Then, he took a heavy hit on his head and broke Baze's right shoulder.
At this point, both of Baze's arms were broken.
But even so, Baze was like a mad tiger. Ignoring his shattered shoulder and dislocated joints, he stood up and continued to fight.
However, his rapidly declining athletic ability was no longer enough to support this kind of fighting style. Fairchild pulled away and delivered a series of combination punches, hitting Baze's chin, ears, and other vital points, concussing his brain and causing him to lose consciousness. Finally, Fairchild kicked Baze's lower abdomen, temporarily dispersing the inner Qi he had lost control of.
"Boom!"
Baze was sent flying and smashed into a distorted pillar. A large amount of earth and rocks fell down and covered his body. In the end, he struggled to get up, but he still roared and screamed. Pure chaos and ruthlessness tormented the strongest man in Xia City to the point where he was neither human nor ghost.
Fairchild panted slightly. As soon as he adjusted his breathing, he said, "Help!"
His voice was low, and it did not travel far. When he spoke, the area within a 20-meter radius around him was filled with dark clouds. Aside from the struggling Baze, there was no one alive.
However, a mere two seconds after his voice fell, Fairchild's chest glowed with a faint light. The tetrahedron Format Pyramid was half-embedded in the juncture between his chest and abdomen. It helped him adjust his energy and blood, alleviating his injuries.
Fairchild extended his hand and adjusted his broken ribs. Some of them had already pierced into his internal organs, causing him to bleed. But as a powerful being who was only a step away from becoming an Extraordinary, such injuries were far from fatal. After the broken ribs were pulled out and reset, the self-repair function of his internal organs began to display its effect. He retained at least fifty to sixty percent of his combat strength.
Of course, the standard of comparison was in a state without the support of the Shield of Truth.
"There's still him." Fairchild extended his hand and pointed at Baze.
"Are you sure?" Luo Nan's consciousness cut in from the mental plane. Fairchild had contacted Luo Nan through the order imprint that Luo Nan had projected earlier. This also showed that Luo Nan's existence in the Logic World was no secret to a powerful being like Fairchild.
"He can still be saved," Fairchild replied calmly. "I feel that you can do it."
All right. With just a few words, all the pressure had been thrown onto Luo Nan's body! Of course, Fairchild knew that he was not answering Luo Nan's question. He explained, "Aside from An Weng, the Order of Order has some prospects in Xia City. He and Zheng Xiao …. You need to preserve some of your vitality."
Well, Luo Nan had nearly forgotten that Fairchild was a member of the Order of Justice. Even though he was an executioner of the Truth Side who was as incompatible as fire and water with the secular side, he was also a fanatical believer of the Order of Justice.
It was hard to fathom Fairchild's current feelings in a situation where the Order of Justice had suffered such disastrous casualties. But thinking about it, Fairchild was far from being happy.
"As for An Weng …."
Luo Nan did not finish his sentence, but his meaning was very clear. Was this the time to consider preserving some of his vitality?
The giant shadow pillar was rising endlessly. An Weng's plans and methods were already as clear as day. The demon behind the scenes was far too powerful. If An Weng could truly create a miracle and use the Scales of Truth and the holy space to control the demon in one fell swoop, then the people of the Logic World would probably be purged once more!
"You're thinking too much," Fairchild responded simply. "It's not your turn to interfere in a battle between Extraordinaries."
This was the standard truth, leaving Luo Nan speechless. He sighed soundlessly and no longer spoke nonsense. He gave Baze the support of the Format Pyramid.
Compared to Fairchild's immediate effect … Baze's situation was not going smoothly. Right now, the inside of the black man's body was a mess. External and internal injuries were secondary. What was truly troublesome was the chaos element that had been forcefully poured into his body.
This was a crude replacement. It was as if the chaos essence of the Human-Faced Arachnid had been forcefully stuffed in, replacing all the functions of a human body.
The fact that Baze's body did not explode on the spot only proved that Baze's body was tough to an inconceivable degree.
It was useless to know the cause of the disease. Baze's chaotic essence had already fused deeply with Baze's after the previous frenzied assault. It was like a cup of water that had been soaked in ink. No matter how clear it was, it was impossible for it to return to its original state.
What's more, the amount of ink was greater than the cup of water itself!
This was probably what it meant when the disease was beyond cure.
Luo Nan switched to clairvoyance mode. He was no longer able to draw out Baze's constellation diagram if he used the Life Sketch method to observe. He could only draw something closer to the Human-Faced Arachnid's dark clouds and shadows.
In a certain sense, the current Baze could no longer be called a human. The chaotic essence of a demon had already deeply replaced Baze's original functions.
This person should have died long ago, but he was still alive.
Baze's powerful fleshly body and his crumbling internal foundation were mixed together to form this extremely special case.
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