Chapter 745: Requirements for Void Hall
"What a strong strength..." gasped a nearby hunter—a Fifth Level Champion Rank expert—who’d paused in the middle of swinging his spear. His eyes were wide as he stared at Max, his mind clearly struggling to reconcile the sight he’d just witnessed.
With his own strength, he knew it would take hundreds of carefully timed strikes, perfect footwork, and exhausting amounts of energy to bring down a Level 5 Null. Yet this young man, still only a Level 1 Master Rank in appearance, had reduced such a monster to ashes with a single, casual slash.
He gasped at Max in awe and disbelief, unable to comprehend how such overwhelming might could exist in one so seemingly unassuming. How could he possibly know that even in his normal state, Max’s raw power was sufficient to utterly crush over ninety percent of Level 5 Nulls without so much as breaking a sweat?
Nearby, Alice stood frozen amid the tide of battle, her hands blazing with flames raised halfway, eyes fixed on Max as an intense storm of conflicting emotions churned within her gaze.
’His strength...?’ she thought, her lips parting slightly as realization dawned upon her in a cold, heavy wave. It hadn’t even been a year since she’d last seen him. In that time, she’d dedicated herself to training with all the resources of the mighty Four God Nation, believing that surely, she could close the gap between them, if not surpass him.
But now, watching him carve down a Level 5 Null as easily as slicing through paper, she understood just how futile that hope had been. Her own strength had reached the Third Level of Champion Rank, a significant feat by any measure—but she knew in her bones that even she would struggle desperately against such a powerful Null, let alone slay it in a single blow.
The sword Max had used had been an ordinary strike—no grand technique, no ostentatious display of energy—yet it had killed a Level 5 Null in seconds. It was then, amid the swirling chaos of shrieking Nulls, exploding energy techniques, and the screams of dying monsters, that Alice realized the truth she had been trying to deny: Max was moving forward at a pace no one else could follow, and even for someone like her, born with a divine bloodline, catching up to him might be impossible.
Margo’s face was dark as a thundercloud, his jaw clenched tight enough that veins stood out starkly along his neck, his eyes pinned on Max with a mixture of seething frustration and grudging disbelief.
He had never imagined—never—that Max, who was still technically only at the First Level of Master Rank, could wield such staggering power, cutting through Nulls that even seasoned warriors would hesitate to face.
The sight gnawed at his pride like acid, turning every casual swing of Max’s sword into a personal affront that made Margo’s blood boil.
Meanwhile, a ripple of bright energy surged through the otherwise grim atmosphere as Arlen and the others, still fighting their own fierce battles along the first circle, couldn’t help but break into wide grins.