However, the elder of the Warriors Alliance was taken aback when he saw the armor encasing Zion.
He never thought that their president was a Demonic Cultivator.
Even from afar, he could sense the negative energy of the armor.
The elder's eyes widened as he gasped. Then, he turned and ran off.
Although Zion was the president of the alliance, he was also a Demonic Cultivator, and the elder had no intention of submitting to Demonic Cultivation.
“Hmph!” Zion scoffed before slamming his palm in the direction of the escaping elder.
A dark cloud shot out from Zion's palm and pierced through the elder's back.
Before the elder could even cry out in pain, he was dead.
“Those who know my secret must die.”
Once the elder was dead, Zion narrowed his eyes and turned back to Jared.
“I'll let a loser of the martial arts world like you have a taste of what it's like to be crushed today!”
Hearing that, Jared gritted his teeth and made his golden glow radiate brighter.
Then, he launched himself toward Zion.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Like a madman, Jared rained punches on Zion with both of his fists.
The Power of Dragons was imbued in his fists, and each punch he made was around fifty-eight thousand Newtons of force.
Yet, Zion did not make any move to dodge it. He, too, threw out his fists to strike at Jared.
The two of them continued attacking each other like rabid dogs.
They were both making a bet—betting on their opponent tiring out first and betting on their opponent's armor breaking first.
After what seemed like forever, both Jared's Golem Body and Zion's dark-gold armor were starting to crack.
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