In the face of Fernando's fist, Fane had no choice but to grit his teeth and throw a punch of his own.
"What?”
Fane soon realized that Fernando’s body was a lot tougher now that he was a puppet. His fist was as hard as a rock, and his strength was monstrous.
That immense strength actually made him stumble a few steps backward after their fists collided. It took a while for him to regain his footing.
Whoosh!
Yet Fernando showed no signs of slowing down. He assailed Fane with a barrage of attacks, moving at a blinding speed. Fane could barely react to them all.
"Hah. What's wrong, kiddo? Can't bear to use your full strength? You'll probably be killed if you continue to hesitate!"
The old man laughed and momentarily stopped Fernando's movements. "Today will be your death anniversary, kiddo," he said. "You should know that someone who doesn't feel pain nor fear death will always continue to fight. Hah!"
After he said that, he blew the flute again. Fernando's eyes were just as empty; he clenched his right fist, which morphed into a dragon claw.
"What?"
Everyone was shocked when they saw that claw.
"What’s there to be so surprised about? We have a technique named True Dragon Claw.
We can even turn both of our hands into dragon claws once we're semi-gods! If we can ascend to the status of a true god, we can transform into a dragon!"
Ethan could not help but speak with contempt when he saw everyone’s stupefied expressions. He thought that they were overreacting.
"Seriously? What a powerful technique, to transform into a dragon. No wonder it's called True Dragon Claw!"
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