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Nash’s gold core spun frantically as he raised his hand and released a spiritual force that swept Jasmine off the ground, moving her a kilometer away. Then, wielding the Green Light Sword, he launched an attack on B-6. Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

The sword illuminated the sky as Nash unleashed the ultimate move of the Profound Sword Technique. Countless sword forms appeared in the sky, accompanied by the sharp sound of metal resonating in the air.

The sword forms descended upon B-6, who transformed his hand into a silver shield to withstand the onslaught.

The sword forms dissipated, and the entire forest was rendered into nothing but debris. The flowers, grass, and trees were all reduced to ash.

B-6 smirked evilly. “Is that all you’ve got?”

The moment he said that, he dashed toward Nash with a speed comparable to that of a bullet.

“Eight Desolate Crumbling Fist!”

Nash raised his hand and threw out a punch, causing a sonic boom in the air. B-6’s silver fist collided with Nash’s own, the impact sending ripples in all directions. Both B-6 and Nash staggered back several steps.

B-6’s fist was as distorted as Nash’s fist was mangled, the bones protruding from the flesh.

Raising his fist, B-6 watched as his fist morphed back into shape.

Nash possessed the blood of dragons and had incredible healing abilities. Right now, his muscle tissue was already rapidly regenerating.

Nash soared into the air and released a sword form from his blade that spanned about 300 meters. “Mountain Carver!”

B-6 shoved his hand into his abdomen and pulled out a giant, two- meter-long silver sword. He held the sword horizontally above his head and split the huge sword form that came toward him in two.

The next moment, Nash transformed into a blur and appeared before B-6, thrusting his sword toward his chest.

With his lightning reflexes, B-6 blocked the tip of Nash’s sword with, his silver sword. Although the Green Light Sword was bent from the block, being a spiritual weapon, it did not break easily despite being subjected to thousands of pounds of force.

B-6 suddenly pushed forward and sent Nash flying back with tremendous force. As Nash flew back, he swung his sword, unleashing countless sword forms.

With the sword in his hands, B-6 blocked all of Nash’s sword form attacks. His movements were like a wild dance.

“You’re stronger than that Path taker from before!” B-6 remarked. “But you’re still not enough!”

B-6 leaped into the air and charged toward Nash. Nash raised his sword to block the incoming attack but unexpectedly, it split. Nash’s expression changed slightly as he raised his fist and threw it against B-6’s chest.

B-6’s silver skin caved, and he was sent flying over ten meters away.

Nash threw the Green Light Sword aside and engaged the Eight Desolate Crumbling Fist to fight B-6 Meanwhile, B-6 was still holding onto his giant, silver sword as he charged toward Nash.

A silver sword form came rushing toward Nash, who turned it into an afterimage and sidestepped it. The sword form missed him and left a long trench in the ground where it made contact.

With speed as fast as light, Nash unleashed punch after punch on B- 6. While B-6 was fast, he lagged behind Nash. While Nash managed to dodge each of his strikes, he had to endure each of Nash’s attacks.

Nash’s punches were powerful, each one carrying the force of a thousand tonnes. After enduring hundreds of punches, B-6 was unrecognizable, disfigured by Nash’s fists.

Nash brought out the Divine Farmer’s Cauldron, infused it with spiritual power, and then activated the elixir fire array.

Red flames sprouted from the cauldron, shifting from orange to yellow, green, cyan, blue, and finally, purple. This was the highest-level elixir fire that Nash could summon-a level-seven elixir fire.

He raised the elixir fire to the highest temperature possible, turning the entire Divine Farmer’s Cauldron purple. The ground started to burn, and even the air caught fire.

In an instant, everything within a 50-meter radius of the Divine Farmer’s Cauldron was engulfed in purple flames.

Even the toughest metal would melt under such heat. If it did not, then the flames were not hot enough.

500 meters away, Nash felt his blood boil even through the spiritual shield.

Sensing the immense danger, B-6 trembled slightly and flew up into the sky, trying to escape.

“Are you trying to escape?” Nash snorted coldly, leaping up and pursuing him.