This was the combination of many secret techniques, combined with the combat system of the Golden Statue Technique, a set of combat techniques that was most suitable for himself. East King Hand and West Phoenix Fist were the two most important techniques.
Garon understood that against an opponent like Palosa, normal techniques were completely useless, so he decided to use his ultimate move right from the start.
He clasped his palms together and stabbed forward.
The giant phoenix wings were formed from aura, squeezing the opponent's acupuncture points from both sides, creating a huge impact that forced the opponent to take it head-on. This was a combination of acupuncture points, aura, and a killer move, a powerful ultimate move!
Garon's hands stabbed forward like a sharp drill towards Palosa's chest.
Once one was struck by this move, the palms that were placed together would be separated to the sides, and the victim would be torn into two pieces. The result was the same as the East King Hand.
If the East King Hand used great speed and strength to squeeze invisible air currents to kill. Then the West Phoenix Fist was the essence of Garon's true techniques.
Palosa grabbed forward with his right arm, while his left hand pressed a few points on his body.
With a tearing sound, his right arm swelled up by a large amount. Countless dense black auras lingered around his arm, crawling and flowing like worms.
"Secret Technique, Snake Scale Arm!"
In an instant, the transparent phoenix wings and the black auras collided. A huge air current blew in all directions.
Boom!
The ground shook violently, everyone's feet went numb, and their bodies went numb from the huge tremor.
Some of the stone statues that were knocked askew by the fight earlier suddenly collapsed, scattering debris all over the ground.
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Andrela pulled out his sword and took a few steps forward, but was stopped by Weisman's general with black chest hair.
"Looks like you're really going to help the Clown King stop us." Andrela casually drew a few sword marks, staring at the general in front of him.
"Unfortunately, compared to the Clown King, you're a bigger threat. Once we're done with you, we'll naturally kill the Clown. "The general laughed.
"Kill us? With just you? " Andrela laughed coldly, "Although I don't know how the Clown King managed to gather all of you together, but Garon's strength is not something you can imagine. The King of Nightmares is no longer the same King of Nightmares as before. "
"Cut the crap. We still need to see true strength." The black-chested general didn't waste any time. He pulled out two black pistols with both hands and spun around.
*****
In front of Nightmare was the female leader of the Demon Hunters, Elizabeth.
"King of Nightmares, you are indeed very strong, but I am only holding you back. Once we deal with those two, it'll be the time of your death. "Demon Hunter Elisa sneered.
"Are you joking?" King of Nightmares yawned.
"What do you think?" Elisa took out a black ribbon from her pocket and blindfolded herself. "Eighty percent of your hypnotic ability relies on your vision. Unfortunately, my strongest state is when I don't use my eyes …"
"Oh?" King of Nightmares became slightly serious. Elizabeth's strength was second to none among the demon hunters. She was the most powerful demon hunter in the current generation. This title was naturally not for show.
However, how many of those who could enter Smoke Island were weaklings? All of them had powerful strength and battle records. If they really wanted to determine who was better, they would have to face each other to know.
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Bam!
Garon's right claw pressed onto Palosa's arms. His five sharp nails dug deep into Palosa's arm muscles.
"Secret Art, Shadow Fist!" Palosa's arms suddenly blurred. It was as if he had an extra pair of arms. He suddenly appeared in front of Garon's chest.
"Divine Statue, Red Jade!" Garon had no intention of dodging. His lips curled into a ferocious grin. His left hand pressed forward. His palm was completely red. It had a faint red luster like that of jade. Even the veins, muscles, and bones were faintly visible.
Bam!!
Another muffled sound. The two of them were separated by the recoil. They both took a few steps back.
A charred palm print appeared on Palosa's chest. His mouth and nose were bleeding. His fingers quickly poked a few times on his body. A small square wound flashed across his chest and abdomen. His complexion instantly improved.
"Again!" Garon didn't care. He leaped forward again. His footsteps landed heavily on the ground. Bam bam bam! Like a giant elephant, his legs were as heavy as stone pillars as he landed heavily on the ground.
Every time he stepped on the ground, a heavy tremor could be heard.
Compared to Palosa, the two palm prints on his chest were only slightly imprinted on the surface of his skin. It didn't affect him much.
The two of them collided once again. It was a fierce head-on battle. There was no room for negotiation. After Palosa went into seclusion, he managed to recover some of his strength. And this wasn't the first time Garon competed with him.
Every time the two of them clashed, there would be a violent explosion of air. Strong gusts of wind blew in all directions. The high pressure air was compressed, creating a series of loud explosions. It was as if someone was setting off firecrackers.
Bam!
Palosa didn't have time to catch his breath. Garon's palm landed on his shoulder. He stumbled back more than ten steps. His fingers hurriedly cast a secret art and quickly healed his injury. He pounced on Garon again. There was no pause.
The two of them fought for a few seconds. The entire stone forest was a mess. No one could interfere.
After pushing Palosa back with one palm, Garon rushed forward and clawed at Palosa's arms.
"Let's see if you can recover after I tear off your limbs!" He was getting aggressive. The Divine Statue Technique's super endurance allowed him to go all out for a few days and nights. Now he was like a human mech. He didn't know what fatigue was and could recover quickly even if he was injured. After all, the Divine Statue Technique was known for its super recovery ability.
After a series of attacks, all of them were head-on. Palosa couldn't take it anymore.
With a bang, he pushed away Palosa's claws. He stumbled and was hit by another palm. Another mouthful of blood came out of his mouth. Although at the same time, he kicked Garon in the stomach.
But it was obvious that Garon was planning to trade injury for injury. Looking at Garon's energetic appearance, he seemed to have improved a lot compared to last time. The attacks landed on him were hard to deflect.
"Do it!!" Palosa suddenly roared.
Garon was shocked. He felt a strong gust of wind coming towards him and smashed into his back.
Bang!!
Garon took a few steps forward. His feet dug into the ground to stabilize his body. He didn't have time to think. From all sides of his body, including the top of his head, came five strong and terrifying threats.
Other than Palosa, the other four were all at least as strong as Duskdune Shura. The strongest one was almost as strong as Palosa.
Five top fighters surrounded him at the same time.
Garon could only feel the air around him being sucked dry. It was as if a vacuum was formed. The skin on his body, face, and arms were all squeezed out by the strong wind pressure.
Looking from above, Garon was standing alone in the middle. Around him were Holy Fist Palosa, Glorious Scepter Hull, Werewolf Bedegar, and the Clown King.
Above his head was the last Weisman general. He was holding a tuning fork like spike and was stabbing towards Garon's head.
Five huge auras intertwined and gathered together, all rushing towards Garen who was in the center.
"Palosa!! You have fallen!! "
Garon laughed maniacally. He opened his arms wide.
His skin started to glow with a pale platinum color. It was a platinum color, with an inexplicable sense of holiness and purity.
A ball of platinum aura instantly condensed around him. Countless streams of platinum energy converged together, gradually forming a strange pattern!
It was a huge platinum face. It was Garon's own face!!
Boom!!!
The platinum aura exploded!
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The North
The entire North was filled with blood and corpses. There were barely any living people left. Only the central area was left.
In the middle, on the bloody ground, Sylphalan stood quietly on the broken limbs and corpses. His face was covered in blood.
His body was releasing a terrifying black aura. It was like sticky black oil, covering the entire area. It was as if he had entered a dark hell.
In between his eyebrows, countless green veins gathered, forming a strange symbol that looked like an eye. It was as if he had grown a third eye.
The God of Spear Mar was kneeling not far from him. The short spear in his hand was broken in half. There was a huge hole in his shoulder. You could almost see the white mist behind him.
The King of the North Pole's face was pale. He was unconscious not far away. There were also broken pieces of metal on the ground. It seemed to be from the plane.
The King of Spear Nikon was broken in half. His eyes were wide open. He died with his eyes wide open.
Boom!!!
In the middle of the endless mist, a platinum aura shot up to the sky.
On the entire island, all the creatures were shocked.
Sylphalan looked towards the South. He could vaguely see Garon's face.
"Aura materialization …" For a moment, he seemed to see the invincible figure of his youth. "Brother …"
He pointed at the sky.
Boom!!!
Countless black auras formed into a pillar and shot up to the sky. They formed a huge face. It was not his. It was the face of a gentle and charming woman.
For a moment, the two huge faces in the South and North looked at each other.
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Garen stood quietly in the same spot. Countless white-gold auras spread out from his body, dyeing the entire central area white.
He stood alone in the middle. His platinum skin was clear and eye-catching, as if he was the only true god in the world.
The three generals, Palosa, the Clown King and the others were all suppressed by the platinum aura. They were more or less injured by the attack just now. Their powers were greatly reduced. Now that they were suppressed by the aura, they tried their best to fight back. But it was useless. They could only move within a small area of their auras.
Garen looked towards the direction of the Northern Region. In the sky over there, a black human face was looking towards them from afar.
"Aura materialization … Sylphalan …"
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