Chapter 2307 by Marina Vittori

Chapter 2307 by Marina Vittori

“What? The guy isn’t dead? How is that even possible?”

“He’s not only alive, but he’s completely unscathed. This is insane!”

“How can this be? Is he wearing some kind of armor?”

“Even if he was, there’s no way he could survive Venerable Truce’s strike without a scratch!”

The spectators stared in disbelief as Jeremiah stood there with a seemingly indifferent expression.

Truce’s previous strike was devastating, unstoppable, and could split mountains and rivers.

Under normal circumstances, given Jeremiah’s build, he should’ve been left crippled even if he survived. But he was completely unscathed. This was a sight that defied everyone’s understanding and logic.

Even Truce was left questioning this reality. The Drakon Banisher, a signature move of the Banisher Technique, was known for its unmatched power. Once unleashed, it was nearly impossible for anyone to block, and it had never failed to deliver its intended result.

Truce was certain his strike had hit Jeremiah, but he couldn’t understand how he had emerged without a scratch or blemish.

What kind of monstrous body did he have? Was Jeremiah some sort of demon in disguise?

will you make up for the damage

don’t believe you’re

anger flared. With a fierce growl, he swung his staff and charged forward. A radiant golden light surrounded him

with your life.” Jeremiah’s eyes turned icy, his previously gentle demeanor

body and quickly enveloped him. His once- pale skin turned a deep, ominous black as black scales erupted

sharp, deadly claws. Jeremiah had become a fearsome hybrid of

human.” Jeremiah’s lips curled into a menacing

of Truce. His razor-sharp claws transformed into deadly blades as they

widened in shock. He barely had time to react and instinctively raised

black claws slammed into the shadowsteel staff with explosive force and unleashed a terrifying surge of

his feet skidded backward uncontrollably. His hands, still gripping the staff, experienced a

He could turn a casual strike into

as he stared at the deep claw marks on his

was made of shadowsteel, a material far tougher than ordinary steel. He had been with his trusty weapon for

a casual swipe, Jeremiah had left three claw marks, each nearly an inch deep, on his staff. Jeremiah’s claws were as

out again. His claws sliced

had to raise his staff to defend. The impact was deafening. He was thrown back several feet, and his shadowsteel staff cracked under the

gasped in disbelief. A single swipe had broken the legendary shadowsteel staff, and they wondered what kind of

fight me hand-to-hand. I’ll take you on.” Truce’s anger ignited when he looked

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