Bright felt a little strange at this point.

His fists kept falling on Imu's body, and Imu's fists were constantly leaving marks on him.

It hurts honestly.

Although he has been weakened to the limit, with his domineering, Imu's attack will definitely not be weak.

If it weren't for the sake of dignity, Bright would have screamed a few times.

But for the battle at this time, Bright did not feel pain, and he was even a little willing.

How so?

Probably exhilarating.

With such a powerful opponent fighting for life and death without any scruples, it is estimated that there will not be a second time for a long, long time after this, right?

The cells of the whole body seemed to be cheering, cheering excitedly for being able to fight such a powerful enemy.

And what's even more amazing is that Bright feels that he is getting stronger.

Mr. Reilly said a long time ago that domineering can only be continuously improved in the battle of a strong enemy.

And for Bright, is there a more powerful enemy in the world than Iam?

Without.

Not for at least a long time ago.

So rightfully so. In the process of fierce battle with such an enemy, Brett felt that his domineering power was becoming stronger at an eye-popping rate.

He's climbing to a higher realm.

Compared to Bright's An Zhiruyi, Im is much more miserable.

His body was already in tatters, his limbs were almost twisted, his chest had completely collapsed, and his internal organs were probably cut through broken bones and metal parts.

Even if you have undergone immortal surgery, such an injury is probably fatal enough.

As the most intuitive manifestation of this, Bright sensed that Imu's power was constantly weakening.

At first, I could break his bones, but now I can barely break a few scales of him.

"So, let's let it all end!"

Bright released clouds.

The two-color domineering energy wrapped around the flame cloud turned into an indestructible chain at this time, directly binding Im to a strong knot.

Then Bright was finally able to swing his fists unbridledly.

Im didn't even have time to resist when a huge fist rained down on him.

The pelvis is shattering, the spine is breaking, and the skull is collapsing.

It wasn't until Bright could no longer feel that Imu was using his domineering power to defend against his attacks that he finally threw his final punch.

Bang.

Bright was much bigger than Imu, and his fist was almost half the size of Imu's chest.

When his final punch landed on Imu's left chest, Imu's body began to bend almost like paper, and his front chest and back were completely pressed together.

His body was going to fly backwards, but it couldn't be done, because the chain-like clouds were holding him up.

Bright breathed a sigh of relief.

He threw out hundreds or thousands of punches in a row, which made his arm a little sore.

Not to mention that Imu's previous attacks also left a series of injuries on his body that are difficult to ignore.

Bright looked at Im, whose breath had gradually become weak, and his body instinctively trembled, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

Although it wasn't too intense, and the scene wasn't too grand, it was really a hearty final battle.

"You don't seem to be very sad, do you?"

Bright was a little surprised.

Imu no longer had the strength to speak, and he couldn't even open his eyes.

There is no way, almost all the internal organs have been broken, the spine has been broken, the head is lying on the side softly, and if you can do something, you can only say that you are really superhuman.

But luckily, Bright can read minds.

Im didn't seem to be very sad and angry, he was obviously quite angry just now, but now he is calm.

Then Bright smiled regretfully.

Because I have enjoyed everything that human beings can enjoy, is there nothing worth it in life to pity or sigh?

Everything you want to do in the past 800 years has already been done, so where can you have any regrets?

At the moment when I realized that I had indeed failed, of course, I was a little unwilling.

But it quickly reacted, even if it was unwilling, what could it be? Will it be able to salvage the defeat?

Now that it's all over, let him end.

That's what this guy had in his heart.

How to say it, unexpectedly, it's actually quite open-minded.

Indeed, as Im thought, what is there to regret at the point where he is now?

He once conquered the whole world and was above all things.

Power, wealth, beauty, a man who once had it all, what is there not to be satisfied with?

So.

"It's unpleasant."

Bright sighed.

Isn't it quite unpleasant that a guy like Im can go to the end like this without regrets?

Bright actually expects him to be as incompetent and furious as a clown, and to end his life in unwillingness and anger.

He deserves to be punished like this, doesn't he?

But it doesn't matter.

Whether Imu laughed or cried before he died had no effect on the outcome of the war.

It doesn't matter what his reaction is, after all, this time the war was won by his own side.

No matter what kind of reaction Im remembers in the end, he can evaluate him with a smile on his face, which is probably the winner's spare time.

Imu's voice grew fainter, like his breath, like a candle in the wind.

Because it wasn't on the set of the card king next door, it was really a candle in the wind, and the last candle swayed in the wind.

And then, finally, after a gust of wind, the last candlelight was completely extinguished.

No one should be able to pretend to be dead in front of him, and Bright can still be sure of this.

Along with the aura of Imu, which had disappeared, was his voice.

All voices that could prove that he was alive were gone, replaced by the voices of death.

"Farewell, King of the World."

Black manipulated the clouds and threw Im's body into the sky.

Then he took a deep breath.

This is the last breath.

Rumble.

In the middle of the war in the sky, the last explosion occurred.

The little sun once again radiated his light and heat in all directions.

"Bright!!"

Shanks sped in Ouranos, "That is, it's finally over, right?"

Brett smiled and stretched.

He looked up, and when the smoke and flames caused by the explosion of his breath had cleared, the sun was shining before his eyes.

Bright raised a hand to block out the sun, and he smiled and said, "yes, finally, it's all over."