Many people from the Twelfth District had come to spectate the fight. Even James’s children, Jacopo, Xainte, and Winnie, had come to watch him fight. James’ good friend, Henrik, was also present.
Everyone’s eyes were fixed on the battlefield.
Xainte asked worriedly, “Dad will definitely win, right?”
Winnie held her hand tightly and said, “Don’t worry. I’m sure everything will be fine. You need to trust Dad.”
On the battlefield, neither James nor Briscoe moved a muscle. The two simply glared at each other for an entire day.
“Since you refuse to make a move, then I’ll take the initative.”
Briscoe could not hold back anymore, and his face darkened. He suddenly called on his energy, and a powerful aura erupted from his body.
He unleashed his nine Macrocosm Powers, which were all at peak strength.
Briscoe went all out, unleashing all of his nine Macrocosm Powers. His long black hair whipped everywhere, and terrifying energy erupted from him.
His energy caused the space around him to become unstable, and cracks began to form. James stared at the rampaging Briscoe.
“Something feels strange.”
James sensed something unusual and stared intently at Briscoe. He discovered there were indeed nine Macrocosm Powers in Briscoe’s body. However, he realized that they were not genuine. Instead, his Macrocosm Powers were formed by some kind of unknown power.
Simply put, it was an imitation of Macrocosm Powers replicated using a mysterious power.
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