Woking had once said that he wanted to cultivate to the point where he could unleash the power of a nuclear warhead with a single punch. This sort of thing was actually closer to an unreachable dream.
However, in terms of power, Jegg's unrelenting attack was indeed comparable to Poor Man's Rose's miniature nuclear warhead.
The tall building collapsed, and the thick smoke and dust that came with it quickly filled the ruins like a tsunami, instantly drowning out Nitro and Jegg's figures.
However, the cold killing intent was not something the smoke and dust could withstand. Even if they couldn't see the other party due to the smoke and dust, they could still determine the other party's location based on the killing intent.
In an instant, the pervading smoke and dust was pushed to the side by an invisible force, revealing a kind-looking Guanyin who was bursting with ice-cold killing intent.
"Hahaha!"
Jegg looked at the Guanyin whose nature had changed, and carefully sensed Nitro's killing intent so condensed that it was almost tangible. He laughed wildly without restraint.
He restrained his aura and circled around him like a whirlwind, causing his clothes to flutter and float. Boundless psychokinesis surged behind him like a tall building rising from the ground, pushing the smoke and dust around him far away.
"That's why I said, you're still the same, Isaac!!!"
When the Hundred Styles Guanyin's palm form was completed, a black Guanyin actually materialized behind Jegg as well.
Nitro's expression changed, but he still struck out with his palm decisively.
The Hundred Styles Guanyin struck out a palm at Jegg from a tricky angle.
Jegg didn't plan to counter the move. He actually ignored the Hundred Styles Guanyin's palm strike and also urged the black Guanyin to strike out a palm at Nitro's vitals from a tricky angle.
This method had a hint of mutual destruction.
However, Jegg's amount of Qi far surpassed Nitro's.
In the blink of an eye, the move was completed. Even though Nitro sensed that something was wrong, there was no way he could hastily change his move. Instead, he struck out with a second palm strike.
In an instant, the two Guanyin's palm strikes struck Nitro and Jegg respectively.
Along with the muffled sounds from the front and back, Jag took on the Hundred Styles Guanyin's palm strike without moving an inch, while Nitro was sent flying backwards, crashing into the ruins of the Hunters' Association building. This was the result of the difference in the quantity of Qi.
After being sent flying by a palm strike, Nitro's Hundred Styles of Guanyin collapsed. The offensive that had just begun could not help but die in the womb.
Seeing Nitro fly into the pile of rubble, Jag slowly restrained his laughter, his eyes filled with coldness.
Dying in the pursuit was the best ending for a hunter.
With this thought in mind, Jag truly wanted to kill Nitro.
He walked step by step towards the ruins of the Hunters' Association building.
In the ruins, Nitro pushed away the brick wall and raised his hand to cover his mouth. Suddenly, he coughed violently a few times and blood flowed out from the gaps between his fingers.
Jag's attack had caused Nitro to suffer severe internal injuries.
In the exchange just now, if most of his Psychic power had not been concentrated on the Hundred Styles Guanyin, Nitro would not have been so heavily injured.
Nitro got up with difficulty and looked at Jag who was walking towards him step by step.
"That black Guanyin … does not have the ability of a mirror image. Like the Hundred Styles Guanyin, it has the same speed and power …"
"What happened to Jag all these years?"
"Not only has his heart changed, even his strength has increased to … a level that I cannot see the end of …"
Silently staring at Jag, Nitro raised his trembling right hand and assumed a praying posture.
Even though the result was clear, as long as he still had a breath in him, Nitro would not give up without a fight.
Even if he realized that Jag's strength was not something he could fight against …
"A futile struggle."
Jag looked coldly at the Hundred Generations Guanyin that Nitro had once again materialized.
Compared to before, whether it was the stability of Qi or the strength of Qi, there was a clear difference.
"Isaac, before you die, I will let you experience what the ultimate strength of an individual is."
Jag stopped twenty steps away from Nitro, mobilized all of his Psychic power, and gathered it on his right hand.
The Psychic power mixed with black substance was like a balloon, expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye on Jag's right hand.
Soon, the diameter of the condensed Psychic ball exceeded five meters, which was already a very exaggerated number.
Seeing Jag's willful display of strength, Nitro could not help but be silent, the corner of his mouth pulled into a faint trace of bitterness.
For some reason, he suddenly understood why Jag wanted to kill him.
Angry that he did not fight …
Even though their positions were different, there was a sense of imposition.
The situation was heading in the worst direction …
"Jag, you are indeed very strong right now, so strong that I cannot fight against you no matter what."
"Oh? You're compromising in the face of death? Even so, I will not stop here. "
Jag was a little surprised by Nitro's compromise. He had only delayed his attack for a while, but had no intention of stopping.
Nitro retracted his bitterness and said calmly, "It's just that there's already someone who's one step ahead of you …"
"Ridiculous."
Jag let out a cold laugh.
In his opinion, unless one transcended the current Psychic power system, there was no way one could adapt to the treacherous environment of the Darkness Continent, as well as deal with the strange enemies that would appear out of nowhere.
There were many ways to transcend, and he had found one and put it into action.
Therefore, Nitro, who was hailed as the strongest Psychic, could not even take a single blow from him.
This was the absolute difference between them.
"You'll stop here, Isaac."
Not interested in delving into what Nitro had said, Jag threw the Psychic ball he had gathered toward Nitro, who was standing in the ruins.
Seeing the Psychic ball that surpassed his understanding flying toward him, Nitro could almost imagine the scene after the Psychic ball exploded. Not only would it annihilate him in an instant, but it would also affect the people around him.
Not to mention the ordinary people in the distance, even the members in the ruins of the Association's building would not be able to come out unscathed in front of the Psychic ball even if they could protect themselves from the strong earthquake.
"If I were to die here like this … What would the Association do?"
"Tsk, there seems to be no point in thinking about this now."
"We can only entrust some heavy responsibilities to a certain someone."
"Right … brat."
Nitro entered the [Heart Dripping Fist] state and used [Time Illusion] to squeeze out more time.
The Psychic ball's speed suddenly slowed down, and so did the flying dust in the surroundings.
"There's only one thing I can do in the end …"
Nitro took a step forward, his praying gesture as firm and sincere as ever.
In that instant, he drew out all the Psychic power in his body and channeled it into the Guanyin's palms.
He gave her a hug with compassion.
The golden Guanyin opened her palms and gathered the Psychic ball that contained a terrifying amount of energy.
Even if he were to die here, Nitro wanted to minimize his losses.
Seeing this scene, Jegg was expressionless.
The Psychic ball was tightly restrained by the Guanyin, and she had no intention of letting go even if she died.
However, the Psychic ball's energy would not disappear just like that. Even if Nitro tried his best to suppress it, the power of the energy would still be transmitted to Nitro's body through other means.
The first reaction was the cracks that appeared on the Guanyin's body. Then, as if the clouds had parted to reveal the sun, a ray of light shot out from the cracks.
After that, the Psychic ball's power was reflected on Nitro's body. Like the Guanyin, his dying body began to bleed.
At the very end, Nitro looked at Jegg, a faint smile appearing on his withered face.
The golden Guanyin suddenly broke into pieces, like a statue that had finally reached its end. The Psychic ball disappeared without a trace like a stone sinking into the sea.
At the same time, Nitro's body exploded into a cloud of blood.
"..."
Jegg silently looked at the bloodstains on the ground, a complicated look flashing across the depths of his eyes.
A moment later, he expressionlessly turned around and walked out of the city.
After Jegg left the ruins of the building, a rumbling sound came from a pile of plates. A few seconds later, the heavy wall was pushed open, and Melouheim walked out of the ruins, protecting Mai.
Melouheim first looked at the bloodstains on the ground, then looked in the direction Jegg left, a grave look on his cold face.
He could not discern Jegg's true strength. If he had to say, it was unfathomable...
For Mai's safety, he chose to escape. Not only did he not appear to help Nitro, in a sense, he also watched as Nitro fought to his death.
"Melouheim..."
Mai leaned against Melouheim's side, her body trembling slightly.
"It's okay, I'm here."
Melouheim softly comforted her, but his eyes were hazy.
He suddenly understood where the disadvantage of being weak was...
After a while, sounds came from every corner of the ruins, and the association members climbed out of the ruins one after another.
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