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ignoring the usual hierarchy. Sebastian had previously assumed that his sister's brilliance in strategy and cunning was simply the result of receiving Carissa's personal instruction. He had not expected that in his absence, she had even mastered martial arts. If her teacher had truly been Lucian himself, then her formidable strength made perfect sense. No one knew the true extent of that man's power. Even Sebastian had never witnessed it. He only knew that the weakest among the sages, Orin, could split a boulder weighing several hundred pounds with a single strike. Such inner energy was often spoken of, but achieved by almost none. In truth, there were only a handful in the entire realm who

With a roar, Lewis blocked Phoenix’s whip with a flick of his palm, followed by another blow to his opponent’s chest, instantly sending her flying several meters and crashing into the ground. Kamaitachi was taken aback at the sight. He had not expected the third son of the Quintus family to be so powerful. Roar! With a bellow, all the muscles in Kamaitachi’s arms bulged, his strength seemingly doubled. Nicknamed Kamaitachi, he had always been a strength-oriented individual. He threw both fists out as he lunged at Lewis like a cannonball. An average expert would’ve been instantly crushed under the pressure of Kamaitachi’s overwhelming strength and have their internal organs burst.

It wasn’t until he regained his sight that he could clearly see his body with one to two hundred jins. The scar-faced man picked him up with one hand. Terrifying! How powerful was this scarred man? An adult who could lift 200 jins with one hand? "Who do you think you are? Do you think you are qualified to fight with our Young Master? Go to hell!" The scar-faced Martial Saint said contemptuously. He threw it forward without any scruples, and the two-hundred-pound strong man flew several meters in the air. The surroundings were deathly silent.

Sure enough, before the fight even started properly, the guy downed a whole vial. Oryndor just raised an eyebrow like he couldn’t believe it. I leaned back in my chair and relaxed. Super strength or mindfulness wouldn’t faze Oryndor. Our fighting styles were too similar. The assistant noticed me smiling. “What are you smiling about?” “Nothing,” I said. “I already know who’s winning this one.” And I was right. Half an hour later, while I finished healing up, Oryndor had taken down the guy who burned through both his strength and healing potions. He hadn’t even touched his own vials just used his daggers the whole time.

He snickers, his eyes glowing with challenge and pride. This arrogant prick knows his strengths- his unparalleled communication skills. Be it with a vampire or human or a creature from another race or maybe even an alien. “You doubt?” I lower my voice to a shiver-inducing level. This never fails to intimidate my opponent. Be it Orlo or even the emperor of the vampire realm. “My apologies.” Orlo raises his hands, giving in.

⚠️Warning: 17+ (Violence Content)⚠️ I REALLY NEED SUPPORT FROM ALL OF YOU, BY REVIEWING THIS STORY❤️ Let's cooperate with each other❤️ ***** "Aniki, (Brother)." Orochi saw Ozgur, Orochi still looked friendly, he started to take off his school coat and rolled his long shirt up to his elbows. At that moment, Ozgur began to see the kanji tattoo on Orochi's left wrist. "If you can beat me... No, I mean. If you can knock me down, just once, I'll let you go. Because I'm the greatest fighter here, from now on." Orochi said, looking at Ozgur.

Said Victor. "And in number 3, there is Borges, he has High Level Spiritual Strength, namely a Level 7 peak Demon Grandmaster, it seems" said Victor. "Because it is still very difficult to measure his strength, sometimes he fights deliberately to give in and sometimes he can fight very seriously so that the enemy will run out of all means and stamina to face him," said Victor.

’ From above me, he knocks me into the ground. Did I underestimate him too much? - NOROYA’S POV Something isn’t right. He should be dead by now. Why isn’t he suffering? I have been deliberately dishing out only intense attacks and curses. Why? I cast another spell. This time, I fling him into a tree. The cuts and bruises on him are deep but not deep enough to kill a werewolf. They are not fatal enough. What is going on? Why?! I unleash curses on him, holding him in place with magic. Orio is not going to forgive me if I let this brat go. He needs to die. How dare he with stand my attacks?! Why aren’t they working the way they are supposed to?