106 The Battle of Legend! Muradin Bronzehammer vs. Johnny Campbell (Unedited and Unverified)
A dazzling white light gathered along the edge of the great sword, and the power of spatial law rapidly condensed!
Hiss!
A white mist exhaled in waves!
Gripping the end of the great sword horizontally, he swung it in a horizontal slash toward Muradin Copperhammer ahead.
One-Blade Style: Great Gale!!!
With gusts of fierce wind, ripples flashed by like crescent-shaped shockwaves blossoming like splashes of water, surging like the King of the Hills.
The latter, wielding his massive axe from above, confidently aimed a powerful strike as if to cleave Mount Hua in two!
Instantly, he severed the incoming ripples in half, shattering them outright!
“Trifling tricks!”
But at that moment, Johnny had long vanished from his original position. The phantom on the ground before him grew larger and larger.
Looking up, a pair of eyes filled with fury drew closer; Johnny’s left hand had completely “darkened,” emitting sharp white chills as he thrust a punch downward at Muradin.
The overwhelming spatial force thundered down like lightning. Muradin barely managed to raise his warhammer in defense.
An eruption of spatial power!
Where the fist passed, the space fractured like glass, cracks spreading in all directions. Accompanied by a crisp sound, a vortex rapidly exploded.
Muradin was blasted backward, tumbling and retreating step by step, but Johnny Campbell would not miss any opportunity.
As Johnny’s right foot landed, he pushed off with force, his body transforming into a cannonball barreling toward the rapidly retreating Muradin, almost parallel to the ground.
With a powerful twist at the waist, his entire body spun swiftly in midair. The great sword in his right hand sliced through the air in a full moon arc, striking Muradin’s chest.
A circle of dwarf warriors nearby were swept away by the impact, and the plate armor over Muradin’s chest shattered with the blow.
Retreat again!
Three rounds!
At this moment, Muradin was fully suppressed, utterly deprived of any chance to breathe or counterattack.
Johnny’s relentless assault fell like continuous drizzle, his overwhelming pressure leaving Muradin no respite.
Then, leaping into the air!
Raising the great sword with both hands, his body formed nearly a full moon shape, drawing back with full force.
In the instant of descent, he swung the great sword down with brutal power...
Heavenfall Strike!
The surging spatial energy slammed down along the blade. Muradin’s warhammer, having just caught a breath, responded fiercely, magical ripples flickering along its surface.
With a slight bend of his arm, Muradin met the devastating downward strike, swinging his warhammer to collide with the blade.
Thunderclap Strike!
The immense energies collided violently, whipping up a blast wave that instantly cleared the surrounding area.
In an instant, Muradin felt as if a weight of a thousand pounds pressed upon him; the earth beneath his feet cracked and crumbled, his feet sinking deep into the soil.
Boom!
Johnny used the blast’s recoil to flip several times in the air, landing firmly, while Muradin was thrown back by the shockwave, rolling through the muddy ground before regaining his footing.
Spitting the mud from his mouth in rage!
As the undefeated legend of the Dwarves, Muradin had never suffered such humiliation. With a roar, the warhammer in his grasp glowed with white light once more.
Stormhammer!
But just as Muradin rose, his gaze locked forward, Johnny had already closed the distance.
Johnny leapt right before him, stomping the ground fiercely. The spatial force exploded like an underwater bomb, instantly shattering the magic gathered on Muradin’s warhammer.
“Damn it!”
Muradin cursed inwardly as his Stormhammer spell was abruptly interrupted.
The scar-faced ratman before him gripped his great sword with both hands and launched another fierce upward strike!
Muradin instinctively raised his axe to block, but the moment the axe met the sword’s edge, it was flung away by an overwhelming force.
No sound of collision even echoed; the power pierced through, instantly shattering the plate armor over Muradin’s chest!
The blade trailed a mist of blood as it carved a nearly thirty-centimeter gash across his chest, the momentum sending the bloodied blade arcing through the air.
A single strike broke through his defense!
Fueled by boundless fury, his right fist clenched, emanating the full might of kingly dominance.
Hiss!
The arm wrapped in this fierce aura traced a powerful yet graceful arc through the air, smashing hard into Muradin’s cheek!
The latter was sent flying nearly three meters by the tremendous force!
This was the terrifying power of a postnatal awakened legend!
As the King of the Hills was blasted away, Xue Hui finally panicked completely. The surrounding officers were struck with dread from head to toe.
They were veterans who had fought alongside Xue Hui on the Parando Plateau and knew well the formidable might of Muradin Copperhammer, the King of the Hills — and now he was mercilessly suppressed by a mere ratman.
“Muradin!!!”
A cry of anguish.
Xue Hui’s expression was pained—filled with regret, concern, and above all, sorrow. He could not bear to see Muradin in such a grievous state.
Bloodied, Muradin struggled to stand, brushing the dust from his body.
“My king! Do not wear the look of one who has lost a father. I am no one to fall so easily!”
Breathing heavily, Muradin glanced sideways at Xue Hui, then lifted the corner of his mouth in a confident smile.
“Remember your ideals? I—how could I let you fall here?!”
Surging energy began to gather as Muradin’s body gradually swelled, his exposed skin darkening to a stony gray like petrification.
The giant axe, thrown aside, traced the battlefield once more and returned to Muradin’s grasp.
Once standing at one meter forty, Muradin now towered two meters tall. This was not just a change in size but a full enhancement of his three-dimensional presence.
This was Muradin Copperhammer’s ultimate skill:
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