Raytor was thrilled to see his crimson armor.
In his excitement, he slammed his armored fists together, and a deafening sound shook the ground.
The joy on his face turned even more visible.
Not only was he protected by armor, but it also seemed like he had an endless supply of energy.
It felt as if a gentle leap would allow him to soar into the air.
It was as though a gentle punch would allow him to shatter a large rock.
“Hahaha!”
He started laughing maniacally before looking at Nathan with amusement in his eyes. “Nathan, you're powerful, but I'm protected by Wolf God. In the end, I'm the one with the last laugh! Prepare yourself for your death now!”
With that said, he raised his left hand and made a sweeping downward gesture on his helmet.
The visor was instantly pulled down to cover his face.
By then, every inch of him was covered by the crimson armor.
For the first time, a solemn look appeared on Nathan's face.
The members of the dark clan always seemed to pull mysterious and indescribable moves.
Nevertheless, he refused to believe that the barbarians could be more powerful than the master he used to have, Lothar.
Thus, Nathan uttered, “All fancy tricks in the face of absolute power are useless.”
“Come on!” Raytor cried out as he launched an attack on Nathan.
Whoosh!
In the next second, he disappeared from Nathan's line of sight.
Nathan's heart lurched, but he soon noticed the change in airflow on his left.
Without turning around to look, Nathan raised his left hand to deliver a punch to his left.
Raytor had teleported to Nathan's left, wanting to hurl an attack from a difficult angle in an attempt to kill Nathan in one hit.
However, he did not expect Nathan's response to be that quick.
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