Ian, What I Meant Was... Retreat!

"Boom! Boom!"

The massive crater created by Netero's all-out attack was filled with a huge rocky mountain in less than a moment, accompanied by the surging rocks.

Sashado's feat left almost everyone speechless!

Even Netero and Biscuit were shocked and powerless upon witnessing this scene.

After all... creation is far more difficult than destruction...

Netero can carve a giant crater nearly a hundred meters in diameter into the ground in the Extreme Realm conditions, but that doesn't mean he can create a rocky mountain tens of meters high.

The ability that the opponent displayed was undoubtedly just a way to show off his strength to his opponent.

"Mortal, you just used your full strength. Now it's my turn!"

Seated high on his stone throne, Sashado's eyes were cold as he glanced down at Netero, who stood atop some ruins.

In fact, for Sashado...

Killing this mortal before you wouldn't be difficult.

With the blessing of the [330,000-Part Requiem Offering Ritual]'s Nen Ability, which had nearly sacrificed the entire city's humanity, his strength had recovered considerably.

Although the quality of the 330,000 offerings was far inferior to that of his followers during the Gandor Dynasty.

However, after learning about the information of this era...

He also understood that Nen users were extremely rare here, and some things couldn't be forced; the only option was to exchange quantity for quality.

Contact with the Black Mud signifies his regaining mastery of the [330,000-Part Requiem Offering Ritual], and his resulting spatial manipulation ability is "Phase Gaze".

For him, it's easy to "phase-shift" a target within a 150-meter radius.

The only condition for activating the ability is to maintain eye contact for 3 seconds, and the limitation is that only one target can be moved at a time.

In short, whenever he wants.

With just a glance, he could easily remove the hearts or heads of enemies within a 150-meter radius.

As Aimina once said.

His father, Sashado, could kill enemies with a single glance—that's no exaggeration, and... in some ways, it doesn't even fully capture his power.

Only.

Sashado, at the moment, wouldn't deign to use such an ability.

The enhancement brought by [330,000-Part Requiem Offering Ritual] and the superimposed massive Nen Ability increased his control over all inorganic matter within a radius of tens of meters around him to a range of hundreds of meters.

Therefore, it was merely a thought in his mind.

The hard earth was dug out and transformed into his throne and foundation.

"I want to see your moves again. If you have the ability, then perform them for me once more!"

As Sashado finished speaking.

He glanced downwards, leaning back in a relaxed manner against the stone backrest.

At the same time.

The next second.

"Swish!" "Swish!" "Swish!"

Netero, who had been looking up at Sashado high above, suddenly froze, his body flashing as he dodged. His body became a blur, and in an instant, it was pierced by sharp stone spikes several meters long that shot out from beneath his feet.

Even if he had exhausted his Essence, Energy, and Spirit and used a very powerful attack.

However, Netero's skill level remained high, and his reaction speed far surpassed that of ordinary people.

Therefore, at this moment, he seemed to have transformed into a phantom, constantly flashing across the field.

Somewhat unexpectedly, his reaction speed was so fast that every time Netero moved away from a spot, a sharp rock spike would immediately pierce out.

It was as if... he was creating these sharp rock spikes by stomping on them.

And on the stone seat located high up.

Sashado rested his chin on his hand, his injuries slowly healing under the penetration of the Black Mud, and he smiled with great interest.

"Not bad reaction speed, but unfortunately, when everything around you becomes your enemy, how long can you escape, mortal?"

Not far away.

Ian and the others, upon witnessing this scene, all had a slight change in expression.

Ian, in particular, couldn't help but grit his teeth when he saw Netero darting around the field with his countless, sharp rock spikes, each several meters long, and he inexplicably felt a pain in the soles of his feet.

If you're not careful and get pricked by those thorns, you'll most likely end up as a meat skewer...

For some reason, an image flashed through his mind: himself and the others were skewered on a grill and placed on a fire to be roasted, and the person grilling the skewers was none other than that bastard Sashado.

"Hateful..."

He clenched his fists involuntarily, then took a hard step back.

I carefully touched the [Disaster-Repelling Sticker] on my belly button again, and only after confirming that it was stuck on perfectly did I breathe a sigh of relief.

It's obvious that Sashado didn't show his true strength during his fight with Netero; most likely, he only truly unleashed his power when the Black Mud appeared.

The other party was sitting on a throne, lifted high by a rocky mountain; even Ian thought it was a really cool entrance.

However, on second thought...

Sashado didn't notice them immediately, especially Aimina and Eluna, and him... It must be the [Disaster-Repelling Sticker] that worked.

Whether it was subconsciously ignoring them or simply being too busy to pay attention to them at the moment.

In short, after witnessing the abilities his opponent displayed, Ian realized that not acting rashly was indeed the right decision.

Otherwise, once the other party sets their sights on you...

Even if he possessed the tools himself, he would probably end up just as pathetic as Netero, being chased around by the other side.

On the field.

Although Netero kept dodging, he did try to find an opportunity to attack Sashado again.

Only...

It seemed that Sashado had seen right through his thoughts.

The rock spikes the enemy created blocked his path at bizarre angles each time.

Just like playing chess, once you understand the enemy's intentions, every move you make is designed to shut down the opponent's every chance of survival.

"As expected... he saw through my thoughts..."

Netero, who had been dodging the question, had deep, weary eyes and muttered to himself.

"If things continue like this, I'm afraid we'll have no choice but to seek Ian's help."

After entering the Extreme Realm, gaining insight into life and death, and issuing a challenge to the opponent.

Netero launched his attack with a death wish, simultaneously ascertaining the enemy's limits and... his own... limits...

Certainly.

Having the resolve to die for life doesn't mean he has to go looking for the other person to die with now.

Through this major battle, Netero has found his opportunity for a breakthrough.

He had achieved his goal. He knew he couldn't kill Sashado. Having fully grasped his own potential and his opponent's strength, he naturally wouldn't stubbornly insist on fighting to the death with him anymore.

So Netero spoke up without hesitation.

"Ian, I'll need your help with this from now on..."

"President! Here you go!"

"Don't worry, just spray this potion on yourself, and I guarantee you can fight him for another hour!"

But before he could finish speaking...

Ian seemed to have been prepared all along, and threw a vial of potion at him. Netero's eyes widened, and he quickly dodged and caught the potion.

Ian, you brat... I wanted to tell you...

Let's retreat for now...

Holding the [Performance-Enhancing Liquid] in his hand, Netero's eyes were somewhat complicated. He had many things to say, but when he looked back, he found that he couldn't find Ian and the others for a moment.

On a flat rock face amidst ruins.

"What's going on?" Biscuit shrank back, curiously examining the almost transparent curtain in front of her.

"Shh... don't speak yet. We still need to see the old man unleash his power. Let's not attract Sashado's attention..."

Ian quickly put his finger to his lips and said that he, Uvogin, Eminem, Bisky, and the others were crammed into the [transparent cloak], peering at the battle outside.