My Muscles Adapt 10,000 Times Faster

Tron was instantly dragged backwards as the enormous force from the beam collided into him like a moving train!

"Suppress this for me!"

Every muscle in his body tightened in response. His calves and thighs bulged grotesquely, swelling as the veins crisscrossing his legs thickened and glowed a fiery red. The smaller blood vessels exploded under the strain, spraying droplets of crimson that evaporated in the sheer heat of the battle aura surrounding him.

His torso broadened, and his chest swelled with the pressure as his muscles were pushed to their breaking point. His shirt couldn\'t withstand the stress, it explode to pieces, the shreds of cloth vaporizing into the air, revealing his bare upper body with thick veins writhing like serpents across his skin.

His biceps and shoulders surged, growing until they were as thick as a grown man\'s waist.

The sight was monstrous, his transformation almost inhuman. His entire frame radiated a terrifying, almost beast-like strength, a living embodiment of raw power and defiance.

The purplish beam pushed him for another hundred meters before Tron\'s cells adapted to that level of strength. With a roar, he forcefully sliced the energy beam.

"BANG!!!"

A deafening explosion rang out.

The violet beam shattered like glass, its energy dispersing into countless fragments of purple light that scattered into the air. The shockwave that followed blasted outwards, shaking the earth and sending debris flying in every direction.

The remnants of the beam split into smaller arcs of energy that fizzled and popped in the atmosphere, gradually fading into nothingness.

When the dust finally settled, Tron stood alone in the center of a massive crater. His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, his bare skin glistening with sweat. The ground around him was scorched and broken, the aftermath of the intense collision evident in the deep gashes and fissures that spread outwards like a spider\'s web.

The attack had sent him 500 meters away from his previous position.

It was obvious that he was at a disadvantage in the attack however, Tron didn\'t feel down. Infact, he felt refreshed. Sadly, his opponent might not be able to dish out such an attack in such a short while. He had already adapted rapidly to this level of strength.

〘Strength: 670〙

〘Physique: 690〙

〘Agility: 670〙

〘Mana: 200/200〙

"It\'s time to end this."

As he said this, a colossal wave of crimson aura erupted from his body, blasting outwards like a raging flood. The force of it was almost twice as powerful as the energy he had wielded earlier.

"H-how is this possible!?"

Drune\'s eyes widened in disbelief. A chill crawled down his spine. His mind raced, struggling to comprehend what he was witnessing. Tron should have been on the verge of collapse after enduring his ultimate attack.

"What sort of strength is this? Isn\'t this a little too weird!?"

Drune\'s eyes jumped. He never thought that his strongest attack would have been stopped but Tron has been holding back also.

"BOOM!"

"BOOM!"

The atmosphere shattered like fragile glass.

Tron\'s figure vanished, swallowed up in a burst of speed so terrifyingly fast that the air itself ruptured from the sudden acceleration. A crimson blur tore through the battlefield, streaking across the shattered terrain like a meteor blazing through the sky. The crimson light expanded, crossing the hundreds of meters between them in a single heartbeat.

"ROAR!"

Behind Drune, the Violet-eyed Manticore sensed the impending threat. Its violet eyes blazed with alarm, and it reared back, letting loose a spine-chilling roar that reverberated through the mountains.

But even its warning came too late.

Drune barely had time to react. His heart hammered wildly in his chest as his senses screamed at him, danger!

In a panic, he lifted his head, gritting his teeth as he desperately summoned every ounce of magical energy within him. A violent tempest erupted from his body, the wind howling fiercely as his energy condensed into a swirling vortex around his form.

"BANG!"

"BANG!"

The air quaked violently as the two forces collided.

Drune\'s mighty fist, wrapped in a tempest of arcane wind, met the unstoppable force of the crimson blur. The resulting impact was cataclysmic. The winds screamed as they were torn apart, shredded into nothingness by the sheer might of Tron\'s charge. The crimson meteor didn\'t even slow down — it sliced through the tempest like a blade through paper.

In the end, many people witnessed a scene where Tron\'s blade was smashing directly against Drune\'s body.

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"DONG!"

A muffled sound resounded within the sky. crimson shockwaves spread out, and Drune was blasted backwards almost instantaneously. Blood oozed out of his body and left a long trail as he was tossed.

Drune\'s body created an enormous crater on the ground, and he spat out another mouthful of blood. His face was extremely pale and the magical energy that should have been circulating within his body had completely vanished.

The region instantly became silent. Anyone who did not know about Tron before inhaled mouthfuls of cold air. It was evident from the look on their faces that they felt horror from this scene. After all, Drune was a powerhouse at the 8th-circle Magus rank Moreover, he had ingested the Soul Essence of a Violet-eyed Manticore.

With his abilities, there were barely any opponents for him in the 8th-circle Magus rank. However, right now, just in front of them, Drune was defeated by Tron, who barely has magical energy radiating from him.

"Master is truly impressive."

Frances and the others stared at this scene with surprise. Their eyes were filled with worship as they watched the conclusion of the fight.

Morgana also gently let out a sigh of relief. She stared at the boy that was slowly being revealed. At this moment, this boy had turned into an exceptionally dazzling existence.