It was not Green who had taken the Saint Emissary's punch head-on. Naturally, she looked completely unharmed and even continued to wear a provocative expression.
But Hope's expression was far from pleasant...
That gigantic golden fist had been a move constructed entirely from divinity, something only individuals who had completed "Mythical Construction" could use.
Although Hope had blocked it head-on with his pure flesh, his right fist had still been injured.
Between the densely packed muscle fibers, a golden liquid was slowly seeping in.
Because of Attribute Restraint and the gap in divinity, Hope would have to pay a tremendous price to neutralize that golden liquid.
Golden Saint Emissary Fei therefore revealed a smile concealing killing intent.
Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!
Streams of aura glimmering with golden specks seeped from the surface of Hope's fist.
By consuming a great quantity of muscle fibers, he finally neutralized all the golden liquid... but as a result, Hope's entire right forearm had atrophied.
Yet it was soon filled again with brand-new muscle fibers.
"Not bad. You can actually neutralize it with your body... but this ten-to-one exchange is terribly inefficient.
"How long can your body possibly last?"
Indeed.
The Saint Emissary was right.
If this continued, no matter how powerful Hope's flesh was, this sort of clash would sooner or later consume his last muscle fiber.
Just then, an arm rested on Hope's shoulder from behind, and a crazed whisper entered his mind:
"Isn't your brain supposed to be quite sharp, Hope? What is it... did you panic just because your opponent reached Mythical-level?
"In my eyes,
"you are now qualified to fight head-on against someone who has only constructed a low-grade myth.
"And don't forget, the London Game requires us to maintain our 'humanoid form' within the rules.
"Now that someone else has