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    ---- Chapter 3039 The Godyer de pulsed with light, each wave stronger than thest, shing three times in rapid session. It transformed into a zing greatsword, glowing white-hot. Then, Andrew drove it straight into the open jaws of the charging panther. Somewhere in the void, a shrill, miserable howl seemed to echo. The panther-shaped sword aura shattered and dissipated into thin smoke. Ramon''s eyes narrowed as he realized he had underestimated Andrew''s ability to break force with force. Nheless, he stood at the peak of the martial god realm.


    ''Among the Dark ns, he could already be considered a Dark Lord. One step further, and he would have the strength of a Dark Prince. He refused to believe he could not kill Andrew. If Andrew fell, Abyss City would never hold with Dragonfang alone. After that, it would fall right into his hands, Ramon''s hands. The fight might be far more brutal, but as someone from the King of the Wastnds family, as long as his sky-high ---- ambition could be fulfilled, hardship meant nothing to him. With a furious roar, Ramon''s body beneath his heavy armor began transforming with crackling sounds.


    His entire body quickly grewrger, filling out the heavy armorpletely, even looking somewhat bloated. Andrew''s eyes narrowed as he sneered coldly. "Another one who sold his soul and body for power. Ramon, looks like you have deep ties with the werewolves'' Dark Sacred Mountain. Your transformation right now is no different from theirs, is it?" Ramon''s voice boomed like thunder. "So what if you figured it out? There''s nothing wrong with pursuing power!


    As long as I can be stronger, forget selling my body and soul, even erasing the Ludendorff family forever would not bother me." He shouted, "Andrew, you''ll never understand the beauty that supreme power brings! Everything in this world is temporary; reputation, pleasure, and hypocrisy are all illusions. Only real power, power held in your hands, is the only true existence. Now, I''m going to take your life!" His greatsword began vibrating with a humming sound. Then, it swung toward Andrew at lightning speed. An endless chain of collisions echoed across the Wastnds.


    Andrew''s blood surged, and his grip nearly failed as his ---- greatsword almost flew from his hands. Ramon''s strength and speed had clearly risen to a new level, obviously a boost granted by a werewolf transformation. Yet the hardest thing to withstand was the high-frequency vibrationyered onto Ramon''s de. It was a masterful disy of power control, proving that Ramon truly was a prodigy born of heaven. But in all his years of facing opponents, Andrew had never been short on running into geniuses. The Blood-Eyed ck Dragon mark on Andrew''s chest suddenly lit up.


    Each vein on it began coursing through his entire body like threads of power. The ck-and-red glow in Andrew''s eyes red brighter. With a high-pitched shriek, he exhaled and roared as his greatsword cleaved straight down the center. Ramon''s ck heavy sword had been thrusting forward like raging waves, each strike faster than thest. But now it was suddenly interrupted by a tremendous force, and the high- frequency vibrations immediately stuttered. They became chaotic, like jumping musical notes that suddenly tumed harsh and grating.


    Ramon was shocked and pulled his sword back defensively, ---- choosing to stabilize his footing first. However, Andrew''s next wave of attacks had already arrived. Still with wide, sweeping strikes, he shed down from above. The massive sword energy was like a torch in the night, dancing wildly through the air. Ramon barely blocked a few strikes before his footwork became unsteady and he fell toward the ground. The shock and fury in his heart reached its absolute peak. This bastard had easily broken through his invinciblebat technique!


    That left only one option: a direct sh of raw power would decide victory, defeat, and death.