"Being able to use aura to affect the airflow. It was also the peak level of Palosa's Unity of Personality during his prime. "
Andrela and the King of Nightmares stood together, looking at Garon's overwhelming aura, and explained in a low voice. "This is the legendary strongest level of Grandmasters of Combat. In ancient times, people like this were called the King of the Century! Garon … he has finally reached this level!! "
"King of the Century …" The King of Nightmares looked up at the platinum pillar, his face also had an uncontrollable shock. This aura was as boundless as the ocean, just by touching it a little, he could feel a vast and boundless aura rushing towards him, as if wanting to make people bow down and worship it. "So martial arts can really reach this level …" He originally didn't believe that martial arts alone could reach this level, but with the rapid development of firearms, the decline of martial arts was inevitable.
But now Garon's explosion, he finally saw the end of this road.
The night sky seemed to be lit up by the platinum aura, the white light pierced through the mist, as if the real sun was shining on the island.
This wasn't real light, it was just a mental illusion that people who saw the aura felt.
Everyone looked at the two auras above the island in shock. That was the legendary level of aura materialization, the level of the King of the Century!
The surrounding groups of people from other forces kept retreating, to avoid being covered by the platinum aura. They retreated a few hundred meters before finally leaving the range of the aura.
Within the range of the aura, as long as Garon wanted to, he would immediately meet the same fate as the five masters. Trapped in a cage-like situation.
Garon retracted his gaze, and looked around.
The five masters were all suppressed, unable to come out at all.
He waved his hand, and the platinum aura suddenly retracted, condensing into a huge platinum statue behind him.
At the same time, the statue suddenly reached out its hands, grabbing towards the Clown King.
The huge platinum palm brought with it a violent airflow, grabbing onto the Clown King.
"No!!" The Clown King screamed, and with a bang, a thick blue mist burst out, covering the platinum palm.
Everywhere the mist covered, a thick layer of blue ice formed, it was very strange. Some of the grass in the cracks of the rocks were affected, and quickly turned into a pool of blue liquid.
Boom!!
Another large ball of flame suddenly exploded from the blue mist.
The giant hand disappeared, and so did the mist and flames. All that was left of the Clown King was a pile of minced meat.
Garon frowned slightly. The platinum aura could indeed suppress the entire battlefield, but it could not be maintained for long. It consumed a lot of energy.
As soon as he withdrew his aura, the other four auras pounced on him ferociously.
The Glorious Scepter and the Werewolf Bedega charged forward, one wielding a blade, while the other's claws glowed with red light. Violent air currents surged in the air. The giant whale and black wolf formed by their auras also tore at the platinum statue ferociously.
At the same time, two other people rushed over from behind, bringing with them a huge aura and strong wind.
Garon snorted coldly and ignored him.
"Divine Statue, Ten Thousand Mammoths Torrent!" He crossed his arms and faced the two people in front of him. A formless air current rippled out from his body. Vaguely, the roar of a giant elephant could be heard in the air.
Bang!!!
His arms collided with the blade claws, making a loud noise that made his teeth go numb.
A large amount of platinum auras broke through the Glorious Scepter and the Werewolf leader's auras, stabbing in like sharp blades. The two of them spat out blood and retreated, their faces quickly turning from white to red.
At the same time, two muffled bangs came from behind Garon. It made him tremble slightly. He didn't care at all and pounced forward.
Bam!
His hands formed into claws and grabbed the Werewolf leader's throat. The platinum aura broke through all his subsequent resistance in the blink of an eye. Even though it was only for a moment, it was enough.
Crack!
The Werewolf leader's throat was lightly crushed. Bedega clutched his throat tightly and retreated to kneel on the ground.
Garon's expression didn't change. His right palm glowed with a red jade-like luster. He turned his hand and met Palosa's palm with a sneak attack.
His left palm slapped the Glorious Scepter's shoulder like lightning. This time, he took advantage of the moment when his aura was broken and he was temporarily paralyzed.
Bam bam bam bam!!!
The palm landed on the Glorious Scepter's shoulder, but what came was four consecutive bangs.
With every sound, the shoulder of the Glorious Throne caved in by a layer. By the fourth bang, the entire left side of his body was completely smashed.
He took a few steps back in shock, his eyes quickly losing their light and he fell to the ground.
"Big brother!!!" A furious roar came from behind Garon.
Garon's expression was indifferent. He quickly turned around and struck with his palm.
The front of his palm collided with a tuning fork-like spike.
Clang!!!
The tuning fork shook violently. The spike and the palm were in a stalemate. The Weisman general in front of him had a crazed look on his face. His skin was red like a cooked prawn. It was obvious that he had used some secret technique to increase his strength in a short period of time.
Just as Garen was about to escape, he retreated. Suddenly, a huge force came from behind, holding him in place.
He turned his head slightly to look back. Palosa was biting his beard, calmly pressing his palm against his back.
"It's over." A sharp voice suddenly came from above.
Garon looked up abruptly, his pupils dilating. A colorful figure was descending from the sky at high speed.
It was the Clown King!!
He held a rune sword and stabbed downwards. The sharp tip of the rune sword was pulsating with black light.
It was this black light that gave Garon a sense of extreme danger. From the corner of his eye, he saw something tied to the hilt of the rune sword.
It was actually a bundle of purple gunpowder!
At the same time, the other general and the Demon Hunter leader Elisa also rushed over. One of them held a sword, the other held a spear. They didn't stop at all.
"Save him!!!"
Andrela and the King of Nightmares were shocked at the same time, and quickly rushed over.
But it was obviously too late.
Garon looked up and could already feel the sharp tip of the rune sword piercing his forehead between his eyebrows.
Suddenly, a faint smile appeared on his face.
He opened his mouth and spat.
Clang!!
A white gas shot up into the sky and hit the middle of the rune sword. The blade broke, and the tip of the sword flew out from the side. It went through the Weisman general's forehead and stabbed into a black stone statue. A string of bright red blood splattered out.
The smile on the Clown King's face froze. He suddenly remembered the scene when he showed the rune sword to Garon, and his body fell down uncontrollably.
"East King Hand!!"
Garon roared, and a formless air current appeared around his body. Palosa, who was behind him, was pushed back by more than ten steps.
Rip!!
The Clown King's body was torn apart by Garon's hands, and scattered on the black stone ground. Not even a complete bone could be found. All of them had been torn into pieces by the violent vibrations.
In an instant, everyone stopped what they were doing. Andrela and the King of Nightmares who rushed over also stopped. Looking at the ground covered in blood and bones, they felt a little nauseous. When they looked at Garon again, it was as if they were seeing him for the first time.
"I thought I wasn't any worse than him, who would've thought …" The King of Nightmares bit his lip and said unwillingly. "This is the strongest level of martial arts? That's ridiculous! "
Andrela was completely speechless, but the knuckles of his hand holding the sword were white.
Woo!!! Woo!! Woo!!!!!
Mournful wolf howls came from afar. Those were the werewolves mourning the death of their leader. They didn't rush forward, but instead retreated in groups of two or three.
Palosa had his back against the stone statue, and looked at Garon calmly. His eyes suddenly had a hint of dusk. He glanced at everyone around him.
Elisa and the Weisman generals who rushed over also stopped in their tracks, and didn't dare to come any closer.
The rest of the experts had all been completely wiped out in that instant. The Glorious Crown, another general, Werewolf Bedega, and the Clown King. The deaths of the four of them had only left a small wound on Garen's forehead in exchange.
"I thought you had just entered this level, and couldn't stabilize it. Looks like I was wrong. "He suddenly let out a heavy sigh. "There are two keys, how about we each take one? There's no need to fight anymore. "
He looked at Andrela and the King of Nightmares, "The two of you over there don't have the intention to fight for the keys, right?"
Garon looked at him calmly as well. This old man's expression didn't change much from the beginning until now. Obviously, he still had a trump card that he hadn't used yet. Just now when he attacked him with the others, he didn't use his full strength either.
"Take three of my palms, and if you can still survive, I can pretend that the attack didn't happen." He suddenly said.
Palosa wasn't surprised at all, and just took a deep breath. His expression became more serious than ever. "Three palms? How arrogant! But with your current state and strength, you have the right to say that. I'll take it! "
He originally planned to use all the elites here to attack Garon. Even if they couldn't kill him, they could at least injure him severely. He didn't expect to force out Garon's terrifying strength.
Reaching this level of martial arts was already a qualitative change. It would be a miracle if they could even hurt Garon if they didn't have the right to come into contact with elites at this level.
Palosa's thoughts turned, and he slowly spread his feet apart. "I didn't expect that the trump card I prepared for Sylphalan would have to be used on you …"
He raised three fingers, thumb, index finger, and middle finger.
Three fingers suddenly pressed on the space between his eyebrows and his temples.
Bam! After a soft sound.
Palosa put down his hand again, and a huge amount of pure white aura exploded around him. The aura rippled like the sea, and quickly condensed into a huge white bird.
Screech!!!
The huge bird let out a strange cry, and in terms of size, it was about the same size as Garon's platinum statue.
Palosa's eyes turned completely white, and not a single pupil could be seen. His clothes were torn apart by his rapidly expanding muscles, and his height grew from 1.8 meters to more than 2 meters. His entire body was streamlined like the golden ratio.
Huff!!!
He exhaled slowly, and two thick puffs of white air came out of his nostrils, and hit the ground, and made two small pits.
"Have the three personalities fused into one?" Garon finally became serious. Seeing that Palosa's aura could reach his own level, it was obvious that he now had the right to face him head on.
"To be able to train a mere assassination fist to this level, Palosa. Palosa, you are the undisputed number one! "Garon formed a claw with one hand, and clenched his other hand into a fist facing the sky, and his feet were in a bow stance. It was as if he was carrying an extremely heavy object.
"Take my first palm." Garon rushed forward without a sound, and the platinum statue's fists turned into white air, and wrapped around his arms. Two platinum spikes shot out from his palms.
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