Boom! Boom! Boom!
Nathan and Torii's figures flickered incessantly. Each time their fists and feet collided, a thunderous boom would resonate, as rich and powerful as a clap of thunder.
The more Torii fought, the more his heart pounded with fear.
He initially thought that by switching to his combat form, he would definitely be able to easily defeat Nathan.
But he never expected that even when he switched forms, Nathan still handled him with ease.
He is strong! The strength of this man from Earth before my eyes is truly formidable. It's simply a bottomless abyss!
At the same time, he remembered the words that the earthling had just said.
Just now, he said, “I've already seen the strength of the Gods, and it's nothing special. I wonder how you compare to Morgon and your grand admiral named Gulliver?”
Right now, the more Torii fought, the paler his face became.
He had a pretty good guess about the identity of the man from Earth standing before him.
If his guess was correct, he surmised that the person standing before him was none other than the legendary strongest God of War on Earth, Nathan Cross.
It was no wonder this man's strength was so terrifying.
Torii only guessed the first part, but he didn't guess the second.
He didn't know that Nathan had yet to unleash his true strength.
Nathan had no intention of using the power of his eight-winged form. He planned to defeat his opponent in his human form.
Otherwise, how could Torii have persisted for so long in front of Nathan?
Besides, Nathan had no intention of killing him. He simply planned to capture Torii alive before coming up with a plan.
Once they seized Torii, the Steel Wings fleet would hold back from attacking for fear of hurting the wrong person and wouldn't dare to act rashly.
When the time came, forcing Steel Wings to retreat or extorting one or two spaceships from them would all be good choices.
At this moment, taking advantage of the slowdown in Torii's offensive, Nathan suddenly launched a counterattack.
“Can you handle this move? Traceless Snowfall!”
After Nathan finished speaking, the dagger in his hand suddenly conjured up thousands of blade glints, like a flurry of snow dancing across the sky.
Torii was surrounded by countless “snowflakes filling the sky,” his face paled in shock, and he quickly assumed a defensive stance.
His two lightswords danced around him, forming a protective shield.
A single snowflake fell, landing on Torii's protective shield. The shield rippled slightly at the impact, and the snowflake vanished without a trace.
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