Chris couldn’t hold back and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Peter Gordon glanced at his own body and shook his head in disappointment. “This body is far too weak,” he muttered. “I’m afraid I won’t be able to stay in it for much longer.”
He raised his head and fixed his gaze on Chris. “But it doesn’t matter. As long as I capture you, I will have a new host.”
With those words, Peter Gordon charged at Chris once more.
Chris gritted his teeth, gripping the Dragon Slayer tightly in both hands. He summoned every ounce of his strength and slashed downward.
Boom!
Chris was sent flying again, crashing heavily to the ground. Peter Gordon staggered back a few steps but remained standing.
“Damn this body!” Peter Gordon cursed in frustration. “It’s utterly useless!”
He turned his cold eyes toward Chris. “You’ve managed to anger me, boy. You’ll pay the price for that!”
Chris struggled to his feet, his back covered in blood and torn flesh. Despite the pain, a faint smile crept across his lips. Now he understood why Daniel Williams had gone to such great lengths to create so many Super Warriors.
It was all for this moment. It was all for Peter Gordon.
Peter Gordon was unimaginably powerful. If he found a perfect host, it would spell disaster for the entire world. Chris knew he had to stop him, no matter the cost.
Though injured, Chris wasn’t going to be an easy target. He gripped the Dragon Slayer tightly and growled, “I don’t care if you’re really Peter Gordon or not. If you threaten the peace of Amerosia, I won’t let you go!”
Peter Gordon sneered. “Arrogant ant. It’s been centuries since someone dared to speak to me like that.”
Without another word, Chris charged forward, wielding the Dragon Slayer.
Peter Gordon’s expression darkened. As an ancient demon god, his pride was unmatched, and Chris’s defiance was an affront to that pride.
“You insolent worm,” Peter Gordon hissed coldly. “Today, I’ll show you what true power looks like!”
Boom!
Their collision shook the ground.
While Peter Gordon was undeniably strong, this form was merely a fragment of his true self-a sliver of his divine essence. He couldn’t fully unleash his power.
This made the fight closer than anyone could have expected.
Boom!
Another deafening impact sent both fighters flying.
Chris spat out blood again, his body battered and broken. Yet, with unyielding determination, he stood back up, gripping his weapon tightly.
He lunged at Peter Gordon once more.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Attack after attack, Chris was repeatedly sent flying, crashing to the ground. But he got up each time, like a madman, launching another assault.
Peter Gordon was shaken. This human’s relentless determination was beyond anything he had encountered.
What irked him even more was the frailty of his current body-it was too weak to channel even a fraction of his true strength.
After dozens of violent clashes, Peter Gordon’s borrowed body was nearing its limit.
Chris, though gravely wounded, was an Aragosti. His regenerative abilities allowed him to recover quickly, giving him an edge in this prolonged battle.
Chris laughed heartily, his voice echoing across the battlefield. “Peter Gordon! Isn’t the great ancient demon god supposed to be invincible? You don’t seem so unstoppable to me!”
Peter Gordon’s face twisted in fury. Before he could respond, Chris rushed forward again, his Dragon Slayer slicing through the air.
One strike.
Two strikes.
Three strikes.
Chris’s attacks came like a relentless storm. Peter Gordon felt suffocated by the unyielding assault.
“Enough!” Peter Gordon roared, his voice filled with rage. “I’ll kill you, boy!”
Chris took a deep breath. He knew it was time to use his ultimate technique.
Peter Gordon’s power was overwhelming. Defeating him wouldn’t be easy, and Chris wasn’t entirely confident he could succeed.
With each swing of the Dragon Slayer, Chris poured more strength into his strikes. The power behind his attacks grew exponentially.
Peter Gordon’s expression changed. He could feel the increasing force behind Chris’s attacks.
Dark energy began to seep from Peter Gordon’s form, swirling around him like a sinister cloud. The black mist thinned with each passing second.
Boom!
Finally, Peter Gordon was sent flying, crashing hard into the ground.
Chris stood, panting heavily. His face was pale, his body trembling from exhaustion.
But Peter Gordon wasn’t defeated. He rose again, his body shrouded in an ominous black aura. The sight of him was terrifying, otherworldly.
Chris could feel the sheer danger emanating from Peter Gordon.
Peter Gordon’s pride was wounded-being pushed to this point by a mere mortal was a disgrace.
“You’ll die for this,” Peter Gordon growled. “I’ll make sure there’s nothing left of you.”
As his voice fell, a powerful surge of energy erupted from Peter Gordon. The sheer force of it brought everyone to their knees.
The rebel soldiers collapsed to the ground, trembling in fear. Even the Super Warriors cowered, their bodies shaking uncontrollably.
Chris felt the overwhelming aura pressing down on him. It was suffocating, almost impossible to resist.
But he clenched his teeth and refused to kneel.
“So this is the power of the ancient demon god,” Chris thought. In Peter Gordon’s presence, he felt like an insignificant insect. A single flick of Peter Gordon’s finger could end him.
Chris’s mind raced with questions. Why had Peter Gordon suddenly appeared?
Then his eyes fell on Daniel Williams.
It was him. Daniel Williams had summoned Peter Gordon.
That meant Daniel Williams was working as Peter Gordon’s agent in the mortal world.
Chris’s gaze hardened. Daniel Williams was muttering incantations under his breath. If Chris could stop him, Peter Gordon might disappear.
But Daniel Williams was over a hundred meters away, surrounded by rebel soldiers and high-ranking members of the Hall of Death.
Reaching him would be no easy task.
Meanwhile, Peter Gordon’s body began to change. His eyes opened wide, releasing a burst of black light.
His aura grew more terrifying.
“You’re finished,” Peter Gordon said coldly. “Killing you will be effortless.”
He unleashed the full potential of his borrowed body, though it could only channel a minuscule fraction of his true power.
The body, strained to its limit, was on the verge of collapse.
Peter Gordon raised his hand. Above them, a massive black hand materialized in the sky.
It descended toward Chris with crushing force.
Chris felt his breath stop.