“Oh? Are we going all out now?” Dustin smirked, with a hint of amusement in his eyes.
Mulder, who had advanced to become a grandmaster martial artist through drugs, had a weak foundation. Even after taking the enhanced serum, he still posed no threat to Dustin. If Mulder were a hundred times stronger, he might just barely be able to fight Dustin.
As the serum’s effects pushed his body to the limit, Mulder suddenly let out a furious roar. His muscles swelled rapidly, and his bones cracked as they expanded. His body grew larger at an alarming rate, and his clothes tore apart under the strain.
His six-foot frame stretched to nearly seven feet in mere moments as his body swelled to monstrous proportions. His face twisted fiercely, and his skin darkened as black scales surfaced.
With another guttural growl, his roar turned beastlike. He grabbed his shredded shirt and ripped it away, exposing his broad chest covered in dark scales. A faint, eerie sheen flickered across their surface.
“Die, punk!” Mulder roared.
He launched forward like a cannonball. The ground on which he had just been standing erupted, sending rocks scattering in all directions.
“Unbelievable speed!” Warrick’s eyes widened in shock. He had heard about the Hall of Gods’ enhanced serum but hadn’t realized just how potent it truly was.
Before taking the serum, Mulder’s strength was just at an early stage of grandmaster. Now, he had broken through to a whole new level. His speed, strength, defense, and reflexes were all greatly enhanced.
It was no exaggeration to say that he was now more than twice as powerful as before. Just one dose of the enhanced serum had turned him into a monster in mere moments.
No wonder the Hall of Gods had grown rapidly in recent years. With these serums, they could cultivate vast numbers of powerful fighters without worrying about a lack of talent.
Warrick silently congratulated himself on his decision. Once he joined the Hall of Gods, his status and position would make it easy to rise to the rank of high-ranking god. The wealth and freedom he would enjoy would far surpass anything he could ever have in West Lucozia.
As Mulder launched himself forward, his sword cut through the air toward Dustin’s neck with deadly speed. The air warped around the sword, the sea seemed to split in its wake, and the temperature dropped sharply.
Under Warrick’s astonished gaze, Mulder’s sword effortlessly sliced through Dustin’s neck. The cold gleam of the sword reflected as it passed.
“Is he really dead?” Warrick was momentarily taken aback, slightly surprised by what he saw.
Earlier in the fight, Dustin had held a commanding advantage. Even with the enhanced serum, it shouldn’t have been easy for Mulder to win. Yet, now it seemed like a single strike had ended it, which was odd.
As Warrick pondered this, an astonishing sight unfolded before him.
Dustin, who had just been struck by the sword, vanished like smoke. Then, in the blink of an eye, he appeared behind Mulder.
“Afterimage?” Warrick’s eyes widened, and his expression grew tense.
Despite his sharp vision, he had missed Dustin’s movements and only caught fleeting afterimages. The speed was nothing short of terrifying.
Warrick finally understood why Dustin had dared to fight alone. He must have something supporting him. With footwork and speed like that, even if he couldn’t win, escaping would be effortless.
In other words, he had already put himself in an unassailable position. Even if Warrick stepped in, there was no guarantee he could catch him unless he found a way to trap him or slow him down.
“Where are you swinging at? I’m over here, “Dustin said.
Dustin appeared behind Mulder and tapped his shoulder. He spoke with an almost playful air, like a cat toying with a mouse.
“Go to hell!” Mulder roared.
Consumed by rage, he immediately swung his sword in a counterattack-faster, fiercer, and more violent. It was like a bolt of black lightning, unstoppable in its speed.
Dustin’s figure vanished in the blink of an eye. When he reappeared, he was already 16 feet away.
“I’ll kill you… I’ll make you regret this!” Mulder bellowed.
His eyes burned with rage as he swung his sword in a frenzy. He was like a wild beast and lost his senses.
Mulder’s strikes were chaotic-no technique, no finesse, just raw power. But each slash was delivered with such speed that it felt as though he intended to rip everything apart.
Within moments, the area within 32 feet was filled with flashing swords that sliced through the air in every direction.
Wherever the swords passed, the air seemed to be cut open with a sharp hiss.
An impenetrable net of death fell upon Dustin with overwhelming force. It was a blind, all-out attack. No matter how fast or skilled he was, there was no escaping this 360-degree attack.
“Such lightning-fast strikes. The force behind those attacks is incredible.” Warrick’s shock turned to excitement.
Although Mulder relied on sheer strength, he had unknowingly discovered the way to counterattack.
Dustin’s speed and agility made it hard for standard attacks to hit him. So, Mulder adapted and launched an all-out assault from every direction, leaving no escape. He turned the area within 30 feet into a deadly trap.
No matter how skilled Dustin was, if he got caught in this, he would be shredded to pieces. This was pure force overwhelming all technique.
