Zulos’s brow furrowed as he heard Miko’s words, as if the very concept of him trembling in fear or despairing in a fight was the very greatest insult he could receive. Not only that, but the youth before him appeared beyond frail, and Zulos could tell he would be able to erase the youth with a single casual attack should it land.
Lastly, the youth before him was sitting on top of the shoulders of one of the three youths who had blocked his fist, as if this was all a game to him. Zulos couldn’t help but feel his anger rising, unable to stomach the mockery he was receiving at the moment. It was one thing to be insulted by another powerful body cultivator, but to be insulted by someone so obviously weak as Miko was beyond acceptable.
“It’s you who shall despair, now die!” Zulos’s deep voice boomed out as he displayed a rare outburst of anger. His fist was still pressed against the three fists of the Battle Gods, and so his other arm shot forward with his massive fist aiming directly for Miko’s head.
Zulos’s fist contained incredible might, and was something that would completely destroy Miko without question should it land. Miko’s eyes narrowed and a frown appeared on his face as he quickly raised his hand and pointed his right index finger directly at Zulos’s head.
Zulos scoffed at the action, as there was nothing Miko could do at this point to change what was about to happen. His body was too weak to withstand the blast, and with his cultivation being in the Late Heaven Tribulation realm and not even the Peak Heaven Tribulation Realm, Zulos knew he could easily withstand any essence battle art his opponent threw at him.
Miko’s eyes suddenly shifted white, while Zulos’s eyes widened with instinctual warning. He didn’t know how it was possible, but the weak and tiny human before him posed lethal danger to him.
Roar!.
Zulos roared with welcoming anger as he put even more power into his fist, intending on finishing this exchange with a single blow.
“You motherfucker! You think you can touch our little brother Miko? Piss off!” an equally loud roar of anger boomed out from one of the Bobs, who appeared before Zulos’s fist attack in an instant and roared out once more.
“Supreme Battle Art!”
Boom!
Bob’s aura exploded outwards as he activated the full might of his Supreme Battle Art, which was even more profound than what John was able to do. One needed the Supreme Battle Body Cultivation technique to utilize the Supreme Battle Art to the fullest extent. John had learned of the Supreme Battle Body cultivation technique early on, but had ignored it to focus on the more profound Immortal Asura Body.
While his body was stronger than those who cultivated the Supreme Battle Body, his affinity for the Supreme Battle Art was lesser than someone like the Three Battle Gods, who had absolute perfect affinity.
As his aura rose to incredible heights of power, so too did his body. The aura around him turned reddish gold, and made him look as if he were covered in brilliant golden flames. His muscles bulged to a point that they seemed about to rip through his skin, making him look like a Flaming Battle God!
Boom!
The two fists collided, and Zulos’s eyes widened as his fist once again came to a complete halt. The ground fractured beneath their feet, while a massive blast of air slammed onto the nearby cultivators, throwing them into the distance from the force of the sonic boom.
After regaining their balance, all those nearby from both sides of the war couldn’t help but stop for a moment and stare in shock at the outcome of the exchange. Zulos, the undisputed number one body cultivator genius, had been equaled in a physical exchange. While it was obvious Zulos was not going all out yet, such a thing was still beyond shocking.
Zulos’s eyes narrowed once more as he stared at the youth who had blocked his attack, while recollection of who these youths might be came to mind.
“You three must be the Three Battle Gods of the Supr-“
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