Across his body, berserk power from his soul surged into his battered body in an instant. Blood streamed out like flowing water, and twisted flesh wriggled beneath his skin.
In that instant, He Ao immediately mobilized the power of Super Memory to suppress himself in reverse, sealing it completely within his soul.
This mortal body simply could not withstand an angel's power. Even the slightest leakage would turn it into a maddened monster within moments.
"Kill him! Kill him!"
"Fight back! Fight back, you trash! Fight back!"
"I bet five thousand on you! Get up! Get up!!! Holy shit--"
"Beat him to death! Beat him to death!!! Kill this bastard! I'm going to get rich!--"
His divine consciousness surged and ebbed as he worked with it to suppress the power of Super Memory that was trying to leak out. One hoarse, desperate roar after another passed through the steel octagon cage and forced its way into He Ao's ears.
Fervor, brutality, madness.
The air seemed permeated with an atmosphere like a virus, dragging everyone's emotions to their limits.
He Ao's vision gradually recovered. Above the blood-red spots in his sight, a massive fist was constantly enlarging as it came down amid the deafening clamor.
A transcendent?
That fist was fast, smashing toward He Ao's face like a gale.
His opponent was not strong, but neither was Loren, and Loren had been severely injured in the fight just now.
A few more blows might kill this body.
This was an Underground Boxing Match. Though it was called a boxing match, it was really beast fighting—there were no rules and no technique.
A purely flesh-and-blood boxing match relied on bloody scenes to attract spectators and gamblers.
If someone was beaten to death, they were truly dead.
Whoosh--
The massive fist smashed toward