Returning to the place where he had been knocked out before, and looking at Hercas in front of him, who looked unconcerned, Calafar's face began to become solemn.

"You guy"

Calafar made a move, and in the midst of the surging black and purple energy, a new long stick instantly appeared, and he grabbed it in his hand.

These long sticks are constructed from his energy, and even if they are broken, he can recondense a new one to use.

But even so, his long stick is not to be underestimated, and it is so hard that even he himself is difficult to break.

And the guy on the other side just raised his hand slightly to catch his attack, and with a slight movement of his fingers, he crushed his long stick, obviously very strong, and had to make him vigilant.

Being able to crush his attacks so easily and crush his long stick, this guy's strength is definitely not below him, and may even slightly surpass him.

Of course, these are just Carral's own guesses.

In fact, the strength of the feather is at least ten times more than him, and even if ten of him are on it together, he may not be able to beat the feather.

The feather was just playing with it now, and it didn't even take much effort to crush Calafar's long stick.

It's just that Caral doesn't even know about it.

Calafar's attitude became solemn, and he cheered up, waving the long stick in his hand and instilling strength in it.

"It doesn't matter who you are, and it doesn't matter where you got this great power, but you have offended my majesty, so you will definitely die today!"

Calafar yelled and went straight to the action.

The weapon that instilled the power in his hand, and then aimed the direction of the long stick at Hercas, the surging energy began to work, and a black and purple pillar of light was launched from the long stick, rushing towards the direction of Hercas.

Rumble!

The black-purple pillar of light devoured Hercas like a raging dragon, and the space it passed through began to tremble faintly, exuding great power.

Calafar had used all his strength to kill the feather with a single blow.

Calafar was a little surprised when he saw that the feather didn't even move for a moment, and just stood there in the face of his attack.

Through the previous encounters, Calafar knew that the opponent's strength was definitely not below him, and it was absolutely impossible for the opponent to be frightened by his own attack.

Now there is only one explanation for this situation.

The other party was definitely not frightened by his own attack, but was too arrogant, underestimating his own attack, and wanted to directly withstand Calafar's full force.

However, Calafar knew his strength very well, how could his full force blow be so easy to block?

The other party will definitely pay the price for underestimating themselves!

The surging black-purple pillar of light will definitely teach the arrogant opponent a big lesson.

Just when Calafar felt a little happy, Hercas on the opposite side only waved his hand impatiently in the face of his full blow.

He boredly stretched out his arm and drew a circle in front of him, which seemed to be cut out, scattering faint ripples and turning into a mirror.

Mirror space!

Seeing the other party's movements, Calafar watched all this blankly, and subconsciously felt a little bad.

Wow!

And so, under Calafar's incredulous gaze, the powerful pillar of light rushed into the spatial mirror and vanished.

Calafar, who was originally laughing at the other party's stupidity, was suddenly speechless.

His own attack was blocked like this?

Just as he was startled, a mirror made of space appeared behind him.

Rumble!

The black-purple pillar of light burst out of the mirror and slammed into Calafar's back.

Bang!

Unguarded, Calafar was instantly hit by his own attack, begging for his own suffering, his body staggered, lost control, and fell directly from the air.

Receiving a blow from his own full force, Calafar was definitely uncomfortable.

It was like a punch he had slammed into his chest.

All he felt was a wave of depression now.

Herkas looked at Calafal, who had fallen downward, a little bored, and yawned boredly.

Originally, he thought that there was something great about the powerhouse of the Great Emperor level, but it turned out that he was just such a bird, which was a waste of his time and passion.

Feather suddenly discovered that in just a few years, he had gone from an ordinary person to his current level, which had to surprise him.

Looking back on all these years, he felt like he was in a dream.

But he was sure that he wasn't dreaming, he really became a powerhouse who could smash the universe with a wave of his hand.

At his level, even the emperor-level powerhouses are just toys to play with.

Feather thought about it and suddenly realized something.

He has been able to go all the way to the present, from an ordinary person to a strong man of this level, as if he has not gone through much effort.

Feather has always been that lazy look, and it didn't take much effort to get to where it is now.

If it were to be said, it would probably make a lot of traversers die of shame.

With Feather's current strength, no matter which world it is put in, it is enough to be called a top powerhouse.

With a speed of progress of his level, he has grown to this level in just a few years, and there are almost very few traversers who can catch up with him.

With a slight yawn, Calafar flew up in embarrassment, his eyes full of anger as he stared at the feathers.

Calafar was a little embarrassed now, and there was still smoke on his back, obviously not lightly injured.

He blamed it all on Hercas.

"You hateful fellow, how dare you offend my majesty like this!"

Calafar yelled with anger in his tone.

But now he can only vent his anger verbally, venting his anger.

If he was really asked to do it, he was already starting to hesitate.

The fact that the other party can easily take his own attack and even attack himself in turn is very frightening to him.

It would be terrible if any attack could be successfully rebounded.

At least looking at the way it looks in front of you, the light attack is obviously useless, and you can only fight in close combat.

Thinking of this, he clenched the long stick in his hand.

Herkas tilted his head and looked at Calafal with a bored gaze, as if he were watching a beam-jumping clown perform.

The strength of Hercas's mirror space is not very strong, and it can even be said that it is relatively fragile, unable to withstand the same level of energy as a feather, but it is obviously enough to tease Calafal.

Call!

Calafar swung his long stick directly and rushed up with great momentum.

It was as if he had forgotten what had happened when he had been knocked away.

Hercas pressed his finger a little absently, making a "click" sound, and then retraced his finger in front of him, and the mirror space reappeared.

"Not good!"

Seeing Feather perform this move again, Calafar was taken aback, and it was too late to stop.

His long stick struck directly on the mirror space, but instead of shattering the mirror made of space, it pierced through directly, just like before.

Under Calafar's crotch, a mirror space suddenly appeared.

An afterimage flashed out of the mirror space, and it was none other than Calafar's club.

It's just that because it's too fast, the stick looks like an afterimage.

Bang!

A painful sound rang out.

It's a real pain in the eye.

Calafar's face turned green.

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