Damned Healer

Everyone watching the fight across the Earth was left speechless. Well... almost everyone.

"Hehe, that idiot’s just slapping himself even harder in the face." In the VIP room, Irana laughed out loud.

Barod nodded. All six Emperors actually felt a bit sorry for Vanh. He was using two incredibly powerful weapons, his two spiritual roots... and still couldn’t suppress Darian, who was fighting with just his fists.

Darian moved with agility, but it was clear there were a lot of openings and flaws in his movements.

Amara, sitting in the stands, clenched her fists tightly, feeling a pain in her chest. Darian really hadn’t received any support or proper training before awakening. All his accomplishments came in just two years, and that showed in the way he fought now.

He was getting injured every few exchanges... but the wounds healed instantly. After five minutes of intense combat, Vanh’s face was getting more and more twisted. He just couldn’t gain any advantage at all.

Suddenly, Darian let out a cold laugh and stopped dodging. "That’s it? Guess I’ll get a bit more serious now."

Then, he took a step forward.

Black power surged through his body, spreading fast. A shocking aura burst out like a volcanic eruption. In the blink of an eye, he dashed forward and vanished.

Vanh’s eyes widened, and he tried to quickly retreat. But...

"!"

A punch came flying exactly from the direction where he had shifted space to escape. Instinctively, he canceled the movement and stepped back, narrowly dodging the blow.