My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calcraft)

Chapter 1605

Chapter 1605

Two overwhelmingly powerful forces collided. Erwin knelt on the ground, his knee creating cracks in the surface.

"Pathetic trash!" Nash sneered, shaking the spear in his hand. Flames erupted from the spear in the shape of a dragon, and the sound of the burning fire echoed like a dragon's roar.

The dragon's might was an overwhelming force that pressed down with the weight of a mountain. Erwin gripped the handle of his blade with one hand and supported the blade with the other. He gritted his teeth as he withstood the immense power. Jadie and the other disciples were stunned. This man was overpowering Erwin despite him being in his berserk state!

Erwin roared, and a burst of red murderous aura emanated from his blade. The Dragon's Roaring Spear was forced back, and Erwin broke free. He transformed into a blur as he rapidly circled Nash.

"Mystery Gate Techniques, Eight Gates Golden Lock!"

Melody's expression changed. This technique was derived from the top-tier ancient Mystery Gate Escape Art. It was similar to the ninja techniques of the Nihons, but in reality, it was also derived from this art.

"Who would've thought that Erwin had mastered the Eight Gates Golden Lock? His speed must be close to supersonic!" Jadie's jaw almost hit the ground.

A shadowy Erwin slashed out a blade strike.

the left and right. They were not mere illusions. Erwin's speed had reached

once, Melody felt a tightness in her chest. The Starfall Sword Technique was

the latter. These arts involved the principles of dark-light and the five elements, constantly changing and

the following attack. He then bent down and

appeared to be standing there

short hair in disbelief, repeatedly muttering that

around Nash dispersed, and Erwin's figure reappeared in a retreat. He stared at Nash in astonishment. "How... are you able to counter my Eight Gates

not fast enough!" Nash retorted, his voice

strikes, they were all performed sequentially. By activating his Third Eye, Nash identified the order of the strikes and countered them one by one, thus

believe it... No one can match

Gripping his sword,

thin

swntveline

any afterimages

lay in the art of concealment. A person was light, visible, and tangible, but through concealment, they

was hidden. This ancient technique passed down for thousands of years could be traced back to the