Chapter 476 Ashburn's Habit (10,000)

Clown!

Ron could be said to have used this dragon punch without reservation.

Although there are still some BUFFs that have not been added, this is the limit that can be achieved under normal conditions.

With a punch like this, not to mention a human, even a giant would be turned into meat paste in an instant, and even a dragon can be hit so hard that its brain bursts. Ashbern's strength has indeed improved, but this improvement is in terms of spirit and magic. Although Ashbern's physical body has also been strengthened, it is not too exaggerated.

One can imagine what the result of this punch would be.

Half of Ashburn's body hung down the side of the coffin, twitching nervously, while his upper body was pressed against the coffin lid, his entire body forming a right angle of ninety degrees.

His lumbar vertebrae had been completely broken or even shattered due to the sharp edges of the coffin and the violent impact.

But this is not the most serious injury. The really exaggerated injuries are in the chest and internal organs.

The heart was where the dragon fist hit directly, and that area was smashed into a bloody mess with flesh and blood, while more energy penetrated in through the fist, and the ribs in the chest were directly turned into fine powder.

The heart that was protected by the ribs was also shattered into pulp.

Then, the power penetrated his whole body, and almost all of Ashburn's organs were shattered.

A sticky, paste-like substance kept coming out of the mouth.

That look was extremely tragic.

That is to say, the vitality of the masters of the Realm of Destruction is strong enough. If it were anyone else, even someone like Holt the 474th who has reached the peak of the legendary level, he would definitely not be able to withstand such injuries. Perhaps the soul could separate from the body and exist as a ghost, or find a body to parasitize and take over, and barely continue to live, but the body is absolutely dead.

However, although this force is strong, it is slightly insufficient to kill a powerful person in the Realm of Destruction.

A strange gurgling sound came out of Ashburn's mouth, and his throat kept moving, as if he was swallowing the meat paste that was about to burst out back into his stomach.

On the body, circles of gray light slowly spread.

Under the cover of the light, scarlet granulation tissue quickly grew on the wounds on the body, like worms, quickly stitching the torn skin back together.

It's not just the skin, it's the internal organs as well.

Even the bones are the same.

For a moment, all one could see was Ashburn's body trembling in a strange way, and one could clearly see strips of bulges wriggling under his skin.

It was as if there were bugs crawling everywhere inside this guy's body, and the sight was so frightening that it made one's scalp tingle.

The regenerative ability of a strong man in the Destruction Realm is very exaggerated. Even though he was seriously injured, he recovered almost completely in a short period of time. Ashburn even stood up straight again... However, as soon as he recovered a little, he immediately heard Ron's mocking voice.

clown?

His ugly face trembled violently, and he almost spat out another mouthful of blood.

He once humiliated Karem with words, which stimulated Karem to vomit blood. Who could have thought that in the blink of an eye, it would be his turn. This was really retribution.

Suppressing the blood that spurted to his throat, Ashburn widened his bloodshot eyes and stared at the figure in the air. The familiar look made Ashburn shiver all over. He didn't know how he suppressed the impulse and didn't rush up and tear Ron into pieces.

Only the trembling lips slowly opened: "Ron..."

These two simple words contain the strongest resentment in the world.

That voice was even more terrifying than that of a ghost.

Ron smiled softly. Compared to Ashburn's resentment, he seemed quite relaxed, not nervous at all. It was like two good friends who had not seen each other for many years meeting again, laughing and talking.

He looked at Ashburn across from him and said, "After such a long time, you really haven't made any progress at all."

"With the help of the last Twilight King's arm, I barely allowed you to enter the realm of destruction. You don't really think you've become some kind of expert, do you?"

"Give up. Trash like you is still trash no matter how hard you try."

hiss.

This guy's words are really irritating.

Not to mention Ashburn, even the other legendary masters nearby felt that these words were a bit too harsh.

Ron didn't care about that and just looked at the many legendary masters below.

When he saw the bloodstains on the ground and the bodies of Marcelino and Mireya cut into countless small pieces, he couldn't help but look weird. He even gave Ashibern a thumbs up and said, "You are worthy of being the Holy Son. You are really awesome. You can be so cruel to your own parents. This is really not something that ordinary people can do."

"I wonder if your father and mother regretted not sticking you to the wall before they died."

No one knew whether it was because of Ron's beating or because Ron made him angry, but Ashburn's face turned completely liver-colored, and his chest, which had gradually recovered, was rising and falling rapidly in an exaggerated manner.

"By the way, I heard that you killed four of your own brothers before... Tsk tsk, now I have to say something to you, this is too much, after all, they are still your brothers, how could you be so cruel, aren't you worse than an animal?"

"So, as a person, you need to be generous."

"Don't take everything too seriously, otherwise, life will be too tiring."

"By the way, in a few months, Isabel will marry me, and we will definitely have a grand wedding. You don't have to come, but you must send the money in time."

"Speaking of which, I have to thank you, Master Saint. If you hadn't been so shameless and cruel to Isabel, Isabel wouldn't have seen through your true colors and completely thrown herself into my arms."

"Anyway, thank you very much."

Puff! Listening to Ron's nagging voice, Ashburn couldn't bear it any longer, he opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of sticky blood.

The chest cavity was contracting and expanding violently. Ron was even a little worried that this guy might accidentally explode his lungs.

The other people around him also looked at Ron in a rather strange way.

Good man, it’s so murderous.

This is like tearing open the wound that Ashburn had scabbed over with great difficulty, and then sprinkling salt on it. This guy is really too cruel. Not to mention his strength, just his mouth can make people angry to death.

"By the way, the night Isabel and I checked into the hotel, you were watching from outside the whole time, right?"

Suddenly, Ron seemed to have thought of something, and said with a smile: "Look at you, you've been watching outside all night, and you didn't even think of going inside to sit down. It's really cold outside."

vomit.

Ashburn's spirit suffered an unprecedented severe blow. He felt a violent churning in his chest and abdomen. He could no longer bear it and spat out a mouthful of meat paste. His face and chest were covered with dirt.

The mental blow was too severe.

Even though Ashburn's mental strength is still pretty good, he is completely unable to withstand such an exaggerated impact.

As for the remaining few, including Simmons, eight legendary masters, all had extremely weird expressions on their faces.

My goodness, is this... so exciting?

When Ron and Isabel checked into the room, Ashburn was standing outside the window, watching his ex-fiancee and another man in the room?

What kind of bullshit hobby is this?

It is said that the aristocracy and the royal family are a group of beasts who play very perverted and fancy, but compared to these people in the church, it is simply not worth mentioning, right?

The faces of the legendary masters were filled with gloating expressions... Before, they had discussed with Ashburn about joining forces to kill Ron, but now that Ron really appeared in front of them, no one was willing to take action.

You're kidding. Just move your mouth. But move your body? Are you looking for death?

Didn't they see that Ashburn, who could easily wipe them out, was beaten half to death by Ron's fist and couldn't recover for a long time? Their lives were no longer in their control, but at this moment, the fear deep in their hearts was no longer so strong, and they even had some expectations in their hearts. If they could eat more big melons before they died, it would barely be considered a comfort, right? Ashburn's face became particularly wonderful. First it was gloomy as iron, then it turned green, and then it turned red again. Under Ron's constant stimulation, his spirit could no longer bear it.

Suddenly, Ashburn slammed his hand on the coffin lid with a bang: "Shut up, bastard... Die."

It was a roar that was suppressed to the extreme.

At the moment when Ashburn slapped down, there was a snap, and a huge crack suddenly appeared between Ashburn and Ron.

Space tear.

The terrifying crack quickly extended towards Ron, like the sharpest blade in the world.

That’s not all. The space around him also began to vibrate violently, forcibly creating an effect similar to a space blockade, leaving Ron with nowhere to hide and he could only face the power of space tearing head-on.

Of course, Ron had no intention of dodging. He still stayed quietly in the air, staring at the crack that was approaching him. When the crack was only a few meters away from him, his right hand smashed forward.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

The moment the fist was extended, it happened to hit the torn crack.

With a whoosh, a circle of impact instantly spread out in all directions. In an instant, the earth shook and the entire underground palace fell into unprecedented chaos.

Countless cracks appeared on the surrounding stone walls, and the top of the head was covered with cracks. Large and small pieces of rocks fell from the top, and the impact spread in the underground palace. Several legendary masters had no way to resist this impact, and they kept retreating, and were forced to stop when they had no room to retreat.

The minds of several people were sinking.

This was just the aftermath of a casual fight between two masters of the Realm of Destruction, but this kind of impact was clearly beyond what they could withstand.

The strength that they were usually proud of seemed so insignificant and not worth mentioning at this moment. It must be said that this was definitely a serious blow to their pride.

Even more unlucky was Holt the 474th. This guy kept his head down and didn't even have the courage to look at Ron, for fear that he would be recognized by Ron by accident and die before killing Ashburn.

Looking up at the sky again, there were two figures standing facing each other.

Ron remained where he was, motionless.

Ashiburn on the opposite side also floated up, right above the coffin.

The wounds on his body had completely healed, at least that was what it looked like on the surface. His sunken chest had returned to normal, his cracked skin had healed again, and even the traces of worms crawling under his skin had gradually subsided.

His murderous intent could no longer be suppressed. The thought of killing Ron and taking Isabel back kept lingering in Ashburn's chest, surpassing everything else.

Ashborn's hands fell naturally, and silver lightning burst out from his body one after another, like dense and messy branches, turning the entire underground palace into a forest of thunder.

Although the power of space is strong, Ashburn obviously has not yet mastered this power perfectly, and it is quite clumsy and not smooth to use.

Facing an enemy like Ron, using unfamiliar powers is definitely a very dangerous thing, but Ashborn is not that stupid.

With a crackling sound, more and more lightning flashed, like electric snakes, entwining around Ashborn.

Then, he raised his hands and clenched his fingers. Countless lightning bolts quickly gathered in Ashburn's palms, entangled, and formed a huge, heavy and bright lightning sword, which slashed towards Ron diagonally. The speed of the lightning was obviously faster, and at this time, Ron seemed to be a little paralyzed by the free arcs in the air, and his body seemed to be moving a little unsmoothly.

In fact, Ron's condition has improved a lot. No matter what, Ashburn is a strong man who has already stepped into this level. His strength is even more exaggerated than the national god of war Agulal who was killed before. It seems that the lightning is only lingering on his body and condensing in his palm, but in fact, the entire underground palace is full of dense electric currents. On the ground, several weaker legendary masters can't even bear it. While shivering, white foam has begun to spew out of their mouths.

With a snap.

The lightning giant sword reached Ron the moment it chopped down and tore through Ron's shoulder.

The robe on his body was instantly blown into pieces, revealing dense golden dragon scales underneath. Sparks exploded on the dragon scales, and then the sturdy dragon scales seemed to have completely lost their defense. Pieces of dragon scales flew out directly, quickly turning charred in mid-air, and in the end even completely turned into ashes, floating in the air.

destroy!

Ron frowned. He could feel that the sword swung by Ashburn even carried a bit of destructive power... no, it should be said that it was a rule, the prototype of power.

Although Ron has a combat power comparable to that of a cultivator at the level of Destruction, he has never entered this realm after all, so he does not know what kind of changes achieving destruction will bring to a practitioner.

The system did not receive any hint that the repairman was interfering with the world.

Therefore, the rules of space and destruction that Ashburn mastered should not be abilities bestowed by the repairman, but rather something Ashburn realized on his own when he broke through the realm of destruction.

I have to say that this guy Ashburn is actually quite talented. Whether it is space or destruction, they should be considered to have quite strong destructive power among many rules. It should not be easy to master two of them at once.

The rule of destruction is all about violence and destruction. It can destroy the body and annihilate the soul.

Seeing that the lightning giant sword only broke a layer of scales on Ron's body, Ashborn was obviously not satisfied with this result. With a flick of his finger, the lightning giant sword instantly collapsed and turned into huge lightning chains that entangled Ron's body.

These lightning chains even look a bit similar to the shackles of destiny.

It was clearly formed by the condensation of lightning, but one could even see strange runes on the surface. It was a pity that Ashbern could not decipher this kind of text, and he did not have the ability to remember everything he saw, so it was impossible for him to imprint all the runes on the shackles of destiny in his mind. But even so, these chains possessed some extremely special powers.

Ron tried to break free, but for a moment he was unable to break the lightning chain.

However, there was no panic on Ron's face. He was still feeling this power, using his body and his soul.

This kind of experience is absolutely rare.

He treated Ashburn as an existence similar to a heavenly calamity, and used Ashburn's power to temper his body and increase his understanding, which would be of great help to him in breaking through the realm of destruction in the future.

Ron was not going to use the method of absorbing the energy of the last Twilight King to break through the realm of destruction. In Ron's opinion, although this was a method, it was probably not a perfect method. He had a feeling that this method was like forcing growth. It might make his strength soar in a short time, but it was definitely not a good thing in the long run.

Perhaps, it will become an obstacle on your path to climb beyond destruction.

On the other side, Ashburn seemed to have not expected that he could trap Ron so easily. His mouth opened into an exaggerated arc. He struck while the iron was hot and in a very short time, condensed a spear made of pure lightning, which exploded with crackling sounds.

Only the position of the gun tip was filled with a hazy, chaotic mist.

That is the power of space.

The attachment of spatial rules can give the gun tip unparalleled penetrating power, and even the most powerful defense in the world can be easily penetrated.

Once the target is penetrated, the destructive power contained in the gun will instantly surge through the target's body, completely destroying the target's body and soul. This is the essence of destruction.

Ashburn swung his arm and threw the spear at Ron.

"The gun of destruction."

Ten thousand words are presented here.

(End of this chapter)