The storm and torrential rain danced wildly in the dilapidated, once-glorious Golden Hall, like dancers in a gale.
Victor stood amidst the raging storm and swirling wind, his trench coat seemingly coming to life, dancing wildly in the wind.
In his eyes, there seemed to be a magical flow of blue and white, which, as the hurricane accelerated, swallowed up the shattered golden walls.
The rocks were stripped from the wall by the wind, like weightless dancers crashing and shattering in the air.
Before Victor, the two tiger-men were enveloped in a faint, flowing aura of light, and their bodies gradually grew larger.
The sharp glint in his eyes seemed capable of piercing a hurricane, locking onto Victor.
In the blink of an eye, the three figures were locked in combat like whirlwinds in a storm.
Every punch and kick was like a contest of strength.
The female tiger-woman shot down from mid-air like an arrow, heading straight for Victor's face.
Meanwhile, another orange figure seemed to be one with the earth, stepping through the puddles and causing surging waves, as a hook punch was about to strike Victor's waist.
The two strong gusts of wind pierced through the air, shattering the large water droplets falling from mid-air.
His fists were enveloped in energy, which once again shattered and dispersed the tiny waves.
Just as the rapidly moving fists touched Viktor, Viktor transformed into water once more, his water-like form vanishing instantly.
Although the two tiger-men reacted quickly, it was too late when they realized Victor's location.
Water surged up from the ground and gradually formed Victor's body.
He braced himself on the cracked ground with one hand, the water on his body instantly splashing away.
Viktor's head was almost touching the ground as he dodged a hook punch coming from the side, and his sharp wooden sword slashed towards Tiger Boss's legs. In Tiger Boss's eyes, this rough wooden sword seemed to have transformed into the blade of death.
Tiger Boss quickly leaped up, dodging the rapidly slicing wooden sword, and abandoned his attack.
But that sword was clearly just a feint. The next second, Viktor pushed himself up with one hand and raised his legs.
As if upside down, he rotated his body.
The whirlwind-like kick was incredibly fierce, aimed at the abdomens of both tiger-men simultaneously.
boom--!
The two forces directly impacted their internal organs, like boulders falling to the ground.
The accompanying hurricane pierced through them like a sharp blade, punching a deep hole in the golden wall.
After enduring such an attack, the two tiger-men coughed up two streams of blood.
His arms were as limp as swaying branches, and his body flew backward.
Even though they quickly adjusted their shape in mid-air, they were still dragged backward for more than ten meters when their feet touched the waterlogged ground.
The ripples spread like shattered jade, and the two tiger-men regained their footing, planted their feet firmly, and placed their fists across their chests to regulate their breathing.
They stood on the rippling, chaotic pool of water, their feet planted firmly on the ground, fists held horizontally in front of their chests, adjusting their breathing.
Victor was already standing in the same spot, still holding the slippery wooden sword in his hand.
There was absolutely no trace of pressure on his calm face.
The two tiger-men sensed his calmness and confidence, and their originally composed aura began to tremble slightly.
Amidst the torrential rain, the crowd gasped in astonishment at the sight of the rapid advance.
Their shock was palpable, and they were completely immersed in the battle.
He could only close his eyes with difficulty when they became dry and uncomfortable from the storm.
The fierce battle had been raging for over an hour. The tiger-men attacked Victor relentlessly, like a torrential downpour in a storm.
But Victor was as solid as a boulder, perfectly blocking every attack.
His counterattacks were exceptionally precise, as if divinely inspired, and he always managed to pinpoint the tiger-man's weaknesses and defeat him.
What shocked and surprised everyone the most was Viktor's terrifying physical strength.
His physical strength was completely unlike that of a normal mage.
Under the relentless, rain-like attacks of the two tiger-men, there was absolutely no time to rest.
Even a normal soldier would feel a lot of pressure facing such an attack.
But not only was Victor able to hold out for so long, he was even able to effectively counterattack the two tiger-men.
Is he really a mage?
Victor looked at the two tiger-men and gently shook the rainwater off his wooden sword.
"Aren't you going to fight anymore?"
"It seems you are not as strong as you thought."
The two tiger-men were utterly enraged, their wet fur standing on end.
His facial muscles twitched rapidly, and his eyes burned with fury, as if he wanted to burn himself to ashes.
His lips stretched out in a wild grin, the corners of his mouth almost touching the base of his ears, revealing his sharp, cold teeth, giving him an extremely fierce appearance.
This anger and humiliation made them unable to control themselves.
But the facts are clear: even though they were outnumbered two to one, Viktor still left them breathless and covered in wounds.
They could accept it if Victor were a powerful warrior.
But the other party is just a mage!
The two tiger-men roared suddenly at the sky, their terrifying roar piercing the heavens and reaching everyone's ears.
Everyone present was so shocked by the roar that they covered their ears, feeling dizzy.
Only Viktor remained standing in place, squinting, his expression indifferent.
The next second, a terrifying force suddenly erupted from beneath the feet of the two tiger-men.
A towering boulder was lifted from the ground, and waves surged up, carrying the cracked earth with them, piercing into the golden walls.
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