Chapter 179: Time Trial Race
That's true.
In the final stages of the Demonic Calamity, Shylock appeared and took away the Dark Lord Aps, and at the same time perhaps promised Evan a lot of benefits. One of them was a promise to let him meet Casillas. Now Shylock has fulfilled his promise, but when they meet on this occasion, Evan doesn't know whether he should be happy or not.
"I did have a pact with Master Shylock, and she promised to let you teach me stronger mixed martial arts...... Instead of being targeted by your Excellency. Evan looked at each other calmly, but his mood sank to the bottom, and he felt like he was overwhelmed.
Facing an apostle-level opponent, he only hoped that the other party would not have murderous intentions, otherwise he would definitely be dead.
"This is not a conflict, if you want to see the realm of Yves, you must face my sword. Casillas covered the hilt of his sword with his right hand and looked at Ivan with those scarlet eyes, as if the shadow of the sword was hidden in the depths of his pupils.
"I can't possibly win the apostles. Evan replied neither humbly nor arrogantly.
"Rest assured, this doppelganger of mine does not have the power of an apostle...... It doesn't even last long. β
Casillas's eyes remained unchanged, and he slowly drew his sword, and the blade rubbed against the scabbard to make a rustling sound, like a rushing note: "So I'm going to play a game with you, a particularly exciting game...... Say it up front and you don't have the right to say no. β
"Okay. Faced with this kind of overlord treaty, Evan could only nod helplessly in agreement.
"For the next period of time, you will maintain this level of strength, and I will maintain the same level of strength. You and I suppress our strength to the same level, and have a life-and-death duel at the skill level, if you can exhaust the power of my doppelganger, you will win. If you lose...... I will take good care of your wife and children, and you don't have to worry about your own death. β
"That's what you say, if you lose, you'll die, right?" Ivan closed his eyes and took a deep breath, clenched his fists violently, and looked at the other party with a torch in his eyes: "So...... Let's go to the ruins of Central Park to fight. β
"Yes. Casillas gladly agreed.
One-one-one-one-one-one
Smoky park ruins in the center.
Casillas and Ivan stood staring at each other, ten meters apart from each other, their bodies standing straight. The gravel dust on the ground tumbled and floated with the air current, seemingly a rising barrier trying to isolate them.
The bodies of the two seemed to be frozen by each other's gaze, motionless, and there was a feeling of silence in the battle.
β......β
Evan stared at the opponent in front of him, forcing himself to stay calm, but his heart was pounding wildly uncontrollably, and he seemed to be burdened with a weight of 10,000 tons. Casillas stood in front of him, like a mountain with no peak in sight, unleashing an unprecedented weight.
Facing an apostle-level opponent, it would be false to say that he was not nervous, and at this moment, he felt more pressure than any previous battle.
Even if it was to challenge the Lord of Radiance and challenge the Calamity Legion, it was not as heavy as it is now.
The power of the apostles is invincible, and this is a truth summed up by countless historical lessons over the centuries.
And now, he's going to challenge that truth...... Even if you are only facing a doppelganger, the weight of this is unimaginable to ordinary people.
"You strike first...... If I make a move, you may not survive a second. Casillas smiled and said politely.
"Thank you very much!"
Evan eliminated distracting thoughts, clenched his fists with a crackle, and opened his mouth to let out a thunderous roar.
At the same time, a circle of dazzling golden flames swept out of his body like a whirlwind, and the air in his path was instantly repulsed, and the fine arc of electricity took on a spherical outline, spreading outward in layers, forming a buzzing sound.
On the ruins of Central Park, the molten golden light spreads infinitely, radiating a thousand times the same rays of sunlight. Everywhere is filled with the golden flames of the tide surging around, making people feel as if they are in an endless golden ocean.
In the sound wave of the explosion, Ivan slammed on the ground, and his figure turned into light.
With a roar like a sword blade breaking through the wind, he teleported to Casillas and threw a punch at the door.
Boom ββ!!
His fist swept through the air at great speed, as if a straight golden line had been drawn, extending directly to his opponent's face
Sneerββ!
The air glows like ice, and deep cracks expand as the gold thread extensive. The scorched earth shattered and scattered like a heap of blown ashes along the way, creating a long, deep trench in the ground that slammed into the seemingly unsuspecting conqueror in an instant with a flash of bright light.
β......β
Casillas's pupils reflected the straight golden threads, his body standing in place, his left hand trying to penetrate the fist out of thin air, and the thick claw of the knuckle grasped the menacing fist in his hand with a weighty movement.
There seemed to be an invisible force field in his hand, like a black hole, and even light could forcibly restrain it. The strong light radiating from the surface of the fist peak was infinitely compressed inward, solidifying into a small molten golden sun, which was pinched in his hand by five thick fingers.
Casillas clenched Ivan's fist, and Ivan stood in front of him in a fist-throwing stance.
Clickββ!
The conqueror clenched his opponent's fist, his palm pressed slightly, and the glaring glare on the fist crest instantly dimmed, and then it collapsed and cracked like a substantial object, exploding in a shockwave that spread like a hurricane.
Boom ββ!
The ruins of the entire park swayed suddenly, and the rushing airflow waterfall spread infinitely in all directions. Pushing towards the perimeter of the ruins like a curtain wall, the strange roar of air and sand waves created a dark scene, stirring up the center of the city.
In the center of the ruins of the park, there was already a chaotic vacuum, and the conqueror's burly body stood still, and Ivan's fist spewed out a cloud of blood mist, and he withdrew his right arm expressionlessly, and his figure swept backwards with the shaking ground, retreating a hundred meters away in an instant.
"Hey!"
Casillas caught a heavy punch with one hand, chuckled, and his tall body suddenly blurred. The space around him twisted and contracted, and soon a layer of floating void covered his body.
The next moment, the conqueror's figure shook slightly, and the ground instantly cracked and shattered. His figure instantly regained clarity, but the void around him became blurred: waves of ripples of water expanded relentlessly in all directions, and everything was as fragile as rotten dead wood in front of the translucent ripple marks.