Chaos Devourer System

Chapter 727: Tough Battle

A shockwave blew through the entire unit as Zeras’ feet roughly smashed into the side of War General Abaddon’s face, causing his head to jerk to the side.

Abaddon rolled onto the ground twice before bringing his body to a stop.

With shock, War General Abaddon turned to look at Zeras, who gently landed on the ground.

He had also been sent back due to the shockwave from the kick.

“Not even a single cut. You really are a barbarian!” Zeras mused out loud as he looked at War General Abaddon’s cheek, which had not even a single white mark.

His all-out kick had not even created a single cut on him.

“Then I’ll fight you like a warrior!” Abaddon declared before immediately fading away into thin air.

CRAAACCKKLLLE.

The faint sound of lightning rang out, but it wasn’t lightning; it was War General Abaddon clenching his fist into his palm.

He then threw forth a punch at Zeras’ face.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOM.

The entire ground before the punch sank in, crumbling from the power hidden within. Without holding back, Zeras’ hand also clenched into a fist.

His right arm expanded to double its size, squirming with pure veins, and he threw out a full-powered punch.

CRAAAACCCCK.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM.

What followed was another round of material clashing together, releasing an explosion deafening to hear as both fighters soared back with speed.

In the next instant, the ground beneath them caved in as they approached with mind-bending speed and collided once more.

BAAAAANG.

BAAAANG.

BAAAANNG.

With mouths agape, the Gomorrans watched an absolute exchange of pure physical brutality and raw power.

Fist mirages appeared around the area, every collision sending space rippling from their power and causing some Gomorrans to cover their ears from the sound of metal crashing together.

“BAAAANG.”

“BAAAANG.”

“BAAAANG.”

“Hahahah, yes. More! Give me more!” War General Abaddon roared from the wave of excitement rushing through his body, causing a surging adrenaline that boosted his power to unbelievable levels and his punching speed reached a mind-numbing level.

The broadest smile he ever had laid on his lips as he looked at his opponent who had a deadly serious expression on his face.

Normally, Zeras would have been incredibly excited for this level of battle, but right now his expression was deadly as he struggled to keep up.

Yes! Struggled!

Every punch sent within him a rapthong of power that aimed to weaken his system, and with every punch, blood leaked out faster from his lips.

His hand bones were quivering from the continuous hammering and the level of power he was pouring into his fist was tearing apart the skin on his fist.

Soon Zeras was completely covered in blood, both from his body and his lips.

“You won’t survive, weakling!” The roar boomed through Zeras’ ears, ringing continuously within his eardrum and reverberating through his entire battered body.

“Idiot.” He thought to himself as one of the fists slammed out towards Zeras once more. He also punched towards it, but at the last second, his hand changed direction, slipping past the fist.

Instantly, Zeras punched forward, putting every power as his fist soared towards War General Abaddon’s jaw.

BOOOOOM.

The air quivered, but the expected connection was never made as Zeras quickly withdrew his arm, noticing how Abaddon had retracted his head inside for that split second just by two inches, successfully avoiding Zeras’ fist from connecting.

“Cheap trick,” War General Abaddon called, and with mind-numbing speed, he revolved twice in a single spot, his legs like a whip lashed out at Zeras with horrific speed.

CRAAAACCCK.

The sound that echoed out was bone crashing into bone once more as Zeras also whipped out his leg, wanting an equal exchange.

Immediately their legs connected, he was lifted off the ground and he spun and smashed against the coliseum’s walls.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM.

Half of the entire wall crumbled to dust as Abaddon’s massive fist crashed into the place where Zeras landed half a second later, but he hit nothing as Zeras appeared behind him, clenching his fist tight before smashing towards the exposed ribs of Abaddon.

With an even more mind-numbing speed, Abaddon turned and slammed his second fist on Zeras’ fist, blowing him backward. In the next instant, he was already before the skidding Zeras.

His palms spread apart and he slapped towards him.

“Gomorran God Slap!”

BOOOOOM.

BOOOOOM.

BOOOOOOM.

The spatial barrier in the path of the palm slap was blown apart as Zeras’ eyes flashed. Once more he shifted to a ball, placing his arms over his face and his legs into his stomach.

KAAAABOOOOOM.

The slap met collided with raw power and Zeras was sent flying away, smashing through the walls and completely drilling through it before landing exactly outside the coliseum.

BLEEERRRGHH.

Blood sprayed out of Zeras’ lips immediately as he lay sprawled on the floor.

“The power, it’s completely different! It’s triple his normal power!” Zeras raged in shock in his head, but instantly his eyes widened when he felt the solid steps that were rapidly approaching.

Instantly, he kicked himself up, dodging his body to the side, dodging the kick that weaved past his shoulder by a mere inch.

BOOOOOOM.

The ground in the path caved in from raw power and Zeras jumped back, landing back into the coliseum.

Unrelenting and merciless, Abaddon sped forth towards his opponent, throwing out kicks and punches that continuously battered his opponent’s body, a pool of blood quickly covering the entire area of the battlefield.

“You want a beating, don’t you, and you’re getting one. How does it feel to be beaten, weakling?

Surpassed in the most potent aspect of your masculinity!?” War General Abaddon roared as he watched Zeras repeatedly blocking all of his fists by raising both of his arms above his face, but that led his remaining body to be wide open, and he showed no mercy, battering the open area with as much power as he could.

The entire crowd of Gomorrans roared loudly in excitement watching the battle unfold in their favour and thier opponent getting trahsed without even an opportunity to fight back.