Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

The veins on Femis forehead bulged.
He couldnt believe that Dyon still dared to talk to him in this way.
There was no room to hide, no room to fake and definitely no room to avoid the truth anymore.
Femi believed that he would crush him right here and now.

Gebs Gauntlets.
Femis roared.
Saints Rage.
His fists slammed against each other as the quaking of the earth beneath his feet increased 100-fold.

A blinding light emitted from his fists, sending sparks flying around the arena as the crowd watched with rapt attention.

Patriarch Geb couldnt help but nod in satisfaction.
To cultivate their clans Gebs gauntlets to the fourth layer meant to step into the saint level of the technique.
Although Femi wasnt yet a saint, he was but a step away and had thus grasped the technique most suited to a saint level expert.
This meant his battle power was far above that a normal Essence Gathering expert.

Dyon stood with his shoulders square.
His chest was bare, but his torso had clean white bandages wrapped tightly around them matched with his usual black sweat pants.

His anger was clear.
Flickers of black flames raged in his eyes even as Femis hulking figure charged toward him.

Dyons skin reddened and bulged.
A heated steam escaped from his body, pushing his limits.
Demon Emperors Will.
Act 1.
Stage 3.
Perfection.

Veins of gold pumped through his muscles, reorganizing his tissues.

DIE! Femis large fists cut through the air, aiming to end Dyons life in a single blow.

Dyons eyes flashed as his back flexed.
His fists tucked to either side of him, clenching tightly.
Suddenly, they snapped, flying forward..

A sneer appeared on Femis features as he watched Dyons fists come to meet his.
You dare to have a test of strength with me?!

There was a reason Femi was so big despite being a human with relatively low cultivation.
He was born with a God level constitution that granted him innate strength at a level that scaled to his cultivation.
If his cultivation was at the essence gathering level, his body would be able to cross into the saint level! And even worse? With every clash, he would become stronger because he could make use of residual energy from clashes to improve his striking power.

Tyrannys Rage God Constitution!

Dyon looked like an ant standing before a giant.

And then.

Their fists clashed.

A maelstrom of stone and wind blasted from their location, causing a crater to appear below their feet.

Femi roared, relishing in the feeling of his blood boiling.
But, he soon realized that something was wrong He still felt Dyons fists connected to his

Impossible! Patriarch Geb didnt know how to feel.
Who could know more than him how tyrannical his sons body was? Just how many treasures had he spent on opening up his sons constitution to the level it was at now?!

Femi was stunned, but soon anger replaced his emotions.
Good! It shouldnt be so easy! How would it be satisfying then?! Eat my fists!

Dyons face was completely neutral, deadpan even.
His eyes werent flashing.
He wasnt using his energy cultivation to replenish his stamina.
And he had cut off his 6th sense.
He wanted to brawl.
He wanted to bury this Femi beneath his feet using the same tactics he used.
He wanted to feel his bones crunch under his fists and watch as blood flowed from his body.

Everyone watched as a massive, hulking man sent a flurry of fists at a boy less than half his height.

Booming rings of air flung from their clashes.
Their figures flashed across the arena, leaving craters of earth in their wake.

Femis anger boiled.
His fists became heavier with each strike, increasing in strength.
The gauntlets that graced his arms were of the saint grade, their hardness could not be underestimated.
Even a mid level saint with have issues cracking them.
And yet, Dyon didnt wince even once as he used his bare hands to fight back.

Blood flew from his fists, and yet he didnt pull back.

He had a clear advantage in wills comprehended, yet he didnt use it.

His soul was his strongest attribute, yet he didnt use it.

He had Spiritual level weapons, yet he didnt use them.

He was pissed.
Even Femis overbearing attitude was starting to be tempered by Dyons unrelenting ferocity.
He was a madman.

Dyon coughed up blood as he used his forearm to block one of Femis strikes.
He turned his body, dissipating its momentum.

He threw a fist at Femis arm as it flew by his rotating body.
The fist was sharp and although Dyon could have aimed for Femis flesh, he still hit the gauntlets.

IDIOT! Femi raged as his other arm aimed for Dyons head.

Dyon remained unperturbed, sending an elbow at the coming fist before rotating his body again.

In an instant, he found himself past Femis guard.

SCRAM! Femi roared, slamming his hands together.
Gebs Rage.
Quake!

Dyon ducked, narrowly escaping the reverberating technique before flipping back onto his hands and sending a double kick toward Femis gauntlets.

His feet slammed into their tough exterior, but Femi had already recovered to slam his fists downward.

Dyon sensed danger.
His muscles twitched even in his awkward handstand as his body twisted, narrowly avoiding the strike.
But, the quake flowed through the air, bombarding his sides and agitating his wound.

Blood spilt from Dyons lips.

ILL ONLY GET STRONGER! Femis voice boomed as his body seemed to be glowing a fiercer and fiercer red with each passing moment.
His strength was climbing, and rapidly at that.

Ill show you was a true top ten can do.
Femi sneered.
His fists slammed together as Dyon collected himself.
Gebs domain.
Gravity Falls.
Stage 1.

Dyons feet immediately sank into the ground by a few inches, his weight doubling.

Id like to see you dodge now.
Femi sneered.

Most of the spectators were only there for an entertaining show.
But, how could Ri and Madeleine feel the same way?

How could anyone know the limits of Dyons power more than them, and yet they could clearly see him handicapping himself.
He wasnt even replenishing his stamina!

Youre so stubborn! Ri grit her teeth as he watched Dyons fists meet Femis again and again.

Dyon didnt even practice any martial world fist techniques! What was he doing!

But down below, Dyon seemed to have tossed everything from his mind as his savage aura continued to build.
All he could think of was killing Femi.

However, the evidence was showing more and more that that would be impossible.
Because even as Dyons desire grew, Femis power grew.

A blast of red aura erupted from Femis fist as his power reached a saturated level.
Die!

Dyons eyes narrowed as he crossed his arms.
But, it was to no avail.
He was sent flying, his feet barely touching the ground with its tips as he went.

Femi flashed forward, his body moving much too quickly for his size as he appeared above Dyon.
His fists slammed downward, causing Dyons crossed arms to once again display their uselessness.

Dyons back crashed into the arena floor, burying him within as Femi stood atop.

This is the only position youre fit to be in.
Femi sneered.
Watch carefully.
This is the strength of a true top ten ranker.

A massive fist coated in a blinding crystal gauntlet careened downward, looking to end Dyons life.

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