Jeremiah exuded a whole new intensity after transforming into a demon. Blood energy coiled around him, and his face twisted into a menacing snarl. Yet, his eyes remained as cold as ice and devoid of emotion.
He loomed above the masses like a god looking down upon mortals; his presence was indescribable.
Even from a distance, the spectators felt the crushing pressure deep within their souls. The sensation was so overwhelming that many couldn’t suppress the urge to worship him.
“You’ve managed to force me into my third form… that’s quite an achievement.” As Jeremiah transformed into his demon form, his voice grew hoarse and deep.
He slowly raised a finger and pointed at Dustin. What had once been a blade transformed into a withered, sharp claw. His crimson eyes locked onto Dustin and sized him up as if he were nothing more than an ant.
“You look intimidating, but I’m curious about how you fight.” Dustin scrutinized him impassively. He had faced many fearsome opponents and would fight without hesitation, whether it was a fake demon or a real one.
“You will soon understand the consequences of angering me.” Jeremiah smiled menacingly.
“Really? Then, stop the chatter and come at me.” Dustin beckoned him forward with a finger.
“This time, I’ll send you straight to hell. “Jeremiah’s eyes flared with malice. With a blur, he disappeared from sight.
When he reappeared, he was right in front of Dustin. His claws slashed forward with blinding speed, which left a chilling shimmer in their wake.
“He’s fast!” the spectators gasped in shock.
In his demon form, Jeremiah moved with a speed that seemed like teleportation. The spectators could barely keep up as their eyes struggled to follow the flurry of strikes and counters.
As Jeremiah’s claw came down, Dustin reacted just as quickly. With a simple punch, he met the strike head-on.
A thunderous blast echoed through the venue. Energy rippled outward and was accompanied by the roar of a fierce wind.
Dustin and Jeremiah staggered back from the impact, and each step left deep imprints in the ground beneath their feet.
“Hmm?”
The two raised their heads simultaneously and stared at each other in surprise.
Dustin hadn’t anticipated Jeremiah to be this powerful after his transformation. He felt that Jeremiah was even stronger than some ultimate grandmasters.
Similarly, Jeremiah reevaluated Dustin’s strength.
Dustin’s ability to endure the raw power of his third form while maintaining his ground demonstrated his exceptional resilience. It was clear that his abilities far exceeded those of any ordinary person.
After a moment of silence, they lunged at each other again and locked in a fierce exchange of blows.
With their strengths evenly matched, the match’s outcome hinged on speed, defense, reflexes, recovery, and skill. Many factors would decide the victor, and strength was only one aspect. When their power was nearly equal, every other element became crucial.
They moved in a blur as their bodies intersected and collided without stopping. Each punch and kick carried terrifying strength that left deep craters and jagged cracks in the battle ring.
Even the aftershocks of their combat radiated outward with immense force. As they spread, it felt like an avalanche or a tidal wave. The sheer power overwhelmed everything in its path.
At that moment, Oron activated the protective shield to surround the battle ring to prevent spectators from harm.
Ordinary people might not notice, but his keen eye could discern that Dustin and Jeremiah had reached the level of ultimate grandmaster.
The clash between ultimate grandmasters was far more ferocious than typical grandmaster bouts. A single misstep could result in significant casualties, so even Oron had to proceed cautiously.
“I didn’t expect Dustin to stand toe-to- toe with that beast. That’s impressive!”
“With his strength, he should make it onto the Legendary List, right?”
“If he wins this match, he’ll definitely earn a spot on that list. But if he loses, he might not survive.”
As Dustin and Jeremiah engaged in the ring, the spectators couldn’t help but whisper and speculate.
Their speed was so fast that the audience could hardly distinguish one contestant from the other. They only saw blurred figures and heard their clashes’ thunderous sounds.
After watching countless matches, the intensity and destructive power of the fight between Dustin and Jeremiah stood out as unmatched. Even Oron had activated the protective shield early, which was unprecedented in this setting.
Yet, the spectators were still unsure who was stronger or who would ultimately win. Still, they hoped for Dustin’s victory, but a sense of foreboding settled over them.
Since transforming into a beast, Jeremiah possessed immense strength and lightning-fast speed. He also had physical abilities that far exceeded those of an ordinary human.
His defense, endurance, and recovery were all superior. He could afford to exhaust himself since his stamina was boundless. This allowed him to fight longer and grow stronger with each exchange.
In contrast, Dustin was just a human and only had impressive cultivation. But if the fight dragged on, he would eventually face exhaustion.
When one fighter grew weaker while the other grew stronger, the odds of victory became apparent to many. The truth was unmistakable, even if the spectators were reluctant to acknowledge it.
They clung to a sliver of hope that Dustin had hidden cards or strategies to turn the tide. Otherwise, the consequences could be dire.
