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Saint Martial burst into laughter immediately, although the previous challenge was a bit difficult, he still managed to win, and that’s something worth bragging and being proud of.

”Huh, I don’t believe it. That guy’s strength is ridiculously strong, there’s no way you could have won,”

Hephaestus snorted disdainfully.

”Still don’t believe it?”

Saint Martial slammed the wine cup on the table with a ”clank” and said displeased, ”Fine, let’s make a bet. If I win, you must give me your treasured Fiery Sun wine.”

”But what if you can’t win?”

”Can’t win?”

Saint Martial smiled proudly. To defeat the Doomsday Tyrant, he tried countless methods. How could he not win? Because he tried, he has full confidence, not winning by sheer luck, that’s why he’s daring to make such a bet.

Thus, he said boldly, ”If I can’t win, feel free to take any item from my treasure vault!”

”Then fight once more, and synchronize the battle scene for me to watch, otherwise I won’t believe you.” Hephaestus said stubbornly.

Actually, he wasn’t entirely doubtful that Saint Martial could really win, after all, that guy doesn’t have any special mechanism; it’s purely that his stats are high and his operation skills are strong, quite suitable for battling monsters like the Doomsday Tyrant.

However, even if he could win, he would certainly be very uncomfortable, Hephaestus just wants to see Saint Martial suffer.

Fiery Sun wine?

Consider it as an admission ticket fee for entertainment!

”Alright, fight then! I’ll go!”

Saint Martial said boldly.

....

Returning once more to the familiar battlefield, the tall and burly man shows a smile, yet he can’t help feeling some pressure. Although he has confidence in winning, the process will definitely not be simple.

But it’s not a big problem, as long as he can get Hephaestus’s Fiery Sun wine, it will be worth it.

The figure of the Doomsday Tyrant appears, still as oppressive as before. Just by standing there, he seems like a Demon God suppressing Heaven and Earth.

[3! 2! 1!]

[The Battle Begins!]

As soon as the battle starts, the Doomsday Tyrant’s physique rapidly expands, becoming incredibly huge, and the aura around him undergoes a qualitative change.

Meanwhile, the Divine Martial Saint Wu wasn’t to be outdone, immediately activating his strongest ultimate form, growing three heads and six arms, his physique rapidly expanding, unleashing power like a vast sea of Divinity.

He must defeat the opponent five times within three minutes and also ensure that he doesn’t suffer from severe injury while at the peak state; this is an ultimate test of skill and power, even for a Divinity like Saint Martial, defeating the Doomsday Tyrant is not easy.

”Boom!”

The Doomsday Tyrant and the Divine Martial Saint clashed, the Blood Spear against the four arms wielding stick and halberd, making a thunderous sound while the remaining two arms of Saint Martial fiercely strike the Doomsday Tyrant.

Found his weakness!

My precious!

Hahahaha!

[God Breaking!]

The Divine Martial punches erupted with divine light, transforming into a terrifyingly astonishing force, penetrating directly into the Doomsday Tyrant’s internal organs, as if wanting to smash them in that instant.

This is a technique that can be considered a Divine Skill; if any ordinary Divinity got hit by this, they would suffer severe injury.

”Hmph!”

The Doomsday Tyrant let out a muffled grunt, a small trace of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, yet the descending Blood Spear’s force remained unabated.

”Hmm?”

Saint Martial instantly realized something was amiss, feeling as though he was hitting a wall, clearly using the same force as before, yet unable to produce the same effect.

Looking up, he saw the Doomsday Tyrant’s originally two health bars had somehow turned into three, thicker than before.

No way!

How did this thing get stronger?

How did his health become so thick?

Is this right? Is this appropriate? Is this reasonable?

”Damn it!”

Saint Martial’s mentality instantly collapsed.

Through countless battles, he clearly knew that he could defeat the Doomsday Tyrant, understanding the extreme limits of output required, and the degree of operation optimization necessary. Now, with the increase in Doomsday Tyrant’s health bar, his original output wasn’t sufficient anymore.

I can’t kill him anymore!

Done for!

Subsequently, Saint Martial discovered an even more terrifying point during the battle, which was... the Doomsday Tyrant’s Damage Immunity ability seemed to have been enhanced as well. Although not by much, with the change in health, this was a lethal blow to him.

”Bu Hao! My treasure vault!”

”My precious treasures!!”

”Ah! Bastard, I’ll fight you to the end!”

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PS: Reporting to the police seems useless, as they’re still setting off firecrackers outside consistently. Every day at six in the morning, is this what civilized people do?

Ten consecutive days! Ten days already!