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"Tron, in order to defeat you, I\'ll use my strongest power. This is my respect to you!" Drune\'s voice rang out like thunder, resonating with the force of his conviction.

On the mountain, his jaded eyes were locked onto Tron with deadly focus. With an almost imperceptible shift, he took a step back, and the colossal Violet-Eyed Manticore released a guttural growl that reverberated through the air.

Purplish energy gathered at both of his arms at an astonishing speed.

The aura around him seemed to distort space itself, creating a bizarre gravitational pull as if the atmosphere itself was bending to his will.

Every ripple of magical energy sent shockwaves through the surroundings, causing the trees to tremble and the air to hum with tension.

At this moment, the entire battlefield seemed to hold its breath, and the magical energy of the world seemed to bow before the gathering storm within Drune\'s fists.

"Astral Godbeam Fist!"

Drune\'s muffled roar resounded throughout the area. With a sluggish speed, he clenched his fists tightly together and fired off another two punches. In the instant he let out these two punches, a purple

sun formed around his fists. The dazzling brilliance emitted from the twin suns was so intense that it seemed to bleach the very sky, bathing the entire battlefield in a harsh violet radiance that made countless onlookers squint and shield their eyes.

"BOOM!"

Drune\'s body trembled violently, and his face turned slightly pale. Then, the manticore opened its mouth and raw arcane energy gathered within its jaws, condensing into a radiant pulsating sphere for purple light.

"BOOM!"

Due to the purple sun, the air began to vibrate. The mountain, which Tron was standing on, also started to tremble violently and numerous boulders began to fall.

Tron lifted his head, and his eyes stared at the sun falling down. His gaze turned solemn when he noticed the powerful energy within the sun. Drune\'s strength was quite outstanding for an 8th-circle.

"Hu."

White steam was slowly exhaled from Tron\'s mouth. A small smile appeared at the corners of his lips.

This was what he was looking for.

This was the sort of fight he needed! One that pushed him beyond his limits! His crimson eyes glowed as blood pumped and heavily from his heart to his body like a piston.

Tron\'s entire body trembled as he loosened his clenched fist. Veins bulged along his forearms and neck, pulsating as if they were pumping molten energy instead of blood. The crimson mist that shrouded his form flared violently, swelling in size until it resembled a blood-red inferno swirling around him.

He could feel the explosive power coursing through every cell in his body, pushing them to their absolute limit. Each breath he took seemed to draw in more energy, and his muscles swelled as if they were going to burst. The energy his body radiated was enough to power an entire city! The surrounding air buzzed with an almost tangible pressure, distorting the world around him.

It was as though he wanted to suppress the heavens and earth themselves!

With a slow, deliberate movement, Tron reached over his shoulder and grabbed the massive hilt of Megaton, the colossal greatsword with two hands, it was as if it had become a natural extension of his body.

His knuckles whitening from the pressure. The blade itself was thicker than a grown man\'s arm and extended over three meters long. His stance became firm, each muscle in his body locking into place like a coiled spring. He seemed to fuse with the ground, steady and immovable, like a mountain.

"BOOM!"

The earth beneath him cracked and shattered. Stones and dirt exploded outwards as if repelled by an invisible force. The very gravity around him began to twist and distort under the weight of his power. The ground itself caved inwards, forming a crater around him as small rocks, gravel, and dust began to float upwards in a bizarre, weightless dance.

As Tron charged his attack, the swirling crimson mist grew denser and brighter, until it completely enveloped Megaton. It was as if the blade had been bathed in blood, glowing with a malevolent, otherworldly light.

Lines of light began to etch themselves across the surface of Megaton\'s blade. Ancient, arcane engravings slowly appeared, forming intricate symbols and runes that shimmered like molten gold. They coiled and twisted, spreading from the base of the hilt all the way to the tip of the blade.

The crimson shroud surrounding Megaton intensified, becoming so bright that it seemed to sear the very air around it.

Tron\'s eyes burned with a fierce light as he stared down his opponent. His muscles tightened, every sinew and fiber quivering with barely contained power.

Slowly, he leaned backward, his entire body bending like a loaded spring.

With a powerful roar, he raised Megaton high above his head, the giant blade gleaming like a crimson sun.

His silhouette was framed against the blinding glow of his weapon, casting an intimidating shadow across the battlefield.

Under numerous gazes, Tron roared as he struck his massive blade heavily into the purplish sun with all his might.

"Raaaaghhhh!!!"

"KA-BOOOOOM!!!"

"DONG!!!"

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[+18 physique, +1800 limit points ]

[+15 strength, +1500 limit points ]

[+13 agility, +1300 limit points ],

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[+18 physique, +1800 limit points ]

[+15 strength, +1500 limit points ]

[+13 agility, +1300 limit points ],

The shockwave tore through the mountain, carving a deep trench into the earth.

Trees, rocks, and even small hills in its path were pulverized into dust.

The sheer force of the attack made the atmosphere itself wail, sending tremors rippling across the mountain.