Chev's insides were churning from the impact of Nathan's punch, and blood was trickling down his lips. He stared at Nathan in disbelief, but all he saw was a relaxed man as if that punch didn't take much out of him.
He said grimly, “I see you're not called the God of War for nothing. Perhaps I've underestimated you, but not anymore. I'm going all in, and the real battle's just started.”
He moved at an almost impossible speed and appeared in front of Nathan.
Chev raised his hand and hurled his fist, but Nathan blocked it with his left arm. He then spun around and lashed his elbow out at Nathan's chest.
Nathan reacted quickly enough and held his elbow with one hand.
The fighters were engaged in close-quarter combat, and their attacks were relentless. Every time they clashed, a loud boom would shake the air around them.
The earth was shaking, and the sea was rumbling. Less than thirty exchanges later, Nathan's punches broke through Chev's defenses, and he crashed his fist into his enemy's chest.
Chev felt as if he was hit by a beast. He spewed blood as he flew backward and fell in front of the people of the Room of Taurus with a thud.
“Sir!” his men exclaimed.
“Bring the Divine Potion here!”
Divine Potion was just a serum that stimulated the user's potential. After the potion was administered, it would quickly lower the sense of pain and increase the user's potential dramatically, granting them a big increase in battle strength. In other words, it was steroids on steroids.
The effect was powerful, but so was the side effect. Unless it was a life-or-death situation, Divine Potions were usually off-limits.
Just then, a man quickly approached Chev. “I'm sorry,” he said as he raised a syringe and jabbed it in Chev's chest.
The needle buried itself in Chev's flesh, and the serum was injected into his body.
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