Chapter 851: Raul is a good boy
Max’s lips curled into a sharp grin. "Because I’m better than all the so-called geniuses of the Middle Domain," he said coldly, his words sharp as his blade.
Without hesitation, Max unleashed his Severing Flow Sword Art. The Blue Dragon Sword trembled with raw destructive power, black flames and sword energy intertwining as the slash shot forward like a tidal wave of pure death.
"Damn you!" Raul roared in anger and panic, realizing too late that this attack wasn’t something his swarm could stop. He hastily withdrew his trump card, pulling a massive cauldron from his storage ring. The cauldron expanded instantly, glowing with layers of defensive inscriptions as he poured his vital essence into it. It hovered in front of him like a steel mountain, absorbing the impact.
But the moment Max’s sword strike landed, the world seemed to explode.
Bang!
The cauldron wailed with a metallic screech as if crying out in pain, its glowing inscriptions shattering like fragile glass. The force of the impact blasted Raul backward like a ragdoll.
He spat blood midair, his body twisting awkwardly before crashing into the earth, skidding across the ground and tearing deep grooves into it. His Filthy Ant swarm scattered in panic, their eerie cohesion breaking under the sheer force of Max’s strike.
"What the hell is this cauldron?" Max muttered to himself, staring at the massive black structure that now loomed before him like an impenetrable fortress.
He could still feel the reverberation in his arms from his previous attack, one where he had used both his advanced stage level 2 sword concept and his level 2 flame concept.
That strike alone could heavily injure a 5th level Legend Rank expert, yet it had done nothing but push the cauldron back slightly without leaving so much as a scratch.