My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calcraft)

Chapter 1708

Regulus was standing with his hands behind his back and a faint smile on his face. "No wonder he was so confident. The physical strength granted to him by the Demon God's bloodline is almost a match to a level-five body achieved by the Body-Forging Technique from Motadine." It would take someone who was a true Profound Oriental Realm expert to match this combination of a powerful physical body and peak Mystique Loyalty Realm strength.

Bertram looked at Regulus and asked, "How confident are you against Ryan?"

Regulus merely muttered his breath.

Bertram roared with laughter. "Looks like he has surpassed us!"

"I should be able to fight him using my Path techniques," Eric commented.

"I don't think so," Dante said while looking at the blood-red sword Ryan had inserted into the ground. "If he uses that sword, he should be able to go up against someone at the Profound Oriental Realm." Eric's expression changed slightly. "Is his power that outrageous?"

Geronimo smiled and said, "That's the god-slaying sword. It was forged by Murdoch and can even take the lives of the gods of the West. Of course, it would have no problem against your techniques."

Those words left a bitterness in Eric's mouth. He had wanted to find the opportunity to knock Ryan around a bit so that the man would treat him with respect. Now it seemed like there was little hope for that.

fought so hard that they were at each other's necks. The air was filled with the imprints

the bones of his ribcage broken. Ryan tried to follow up with a knee to his head, but Odo reacted

one hand and punched him hard on the calf with

his hand, Ryan slammed his knee into Odo's abdomen. The domineering power from the final attack crushed Odo's body, and he screamed again. His veins popped up on his forehead. "You're destroying my core!" Odo roared.

at the Temple of Frey,

is that monster? How did

is

used

and looked at a stern young

head? It was because Yodel was a small figure, standing

not help laughing. "Pfft! Lord Alto, can this dwarf

was only 1.2 meters, a child's height. One punch would

Yodel Herwood's expression

felt as if an invisible hand was closing