Boom...
Their collision caused swathes of the void to collapse, and a figure was sent flying backward at high speed.
The figure sent flying was none other than the larger Bigge.
Lampard was, after all, a Saint King Level powerhouse. Whether in physical strength, speed, divine power, or any other aspect, he could steadily crush Bigge, who was only at the Saint Lord Level.
In truth, Lampard had not gone all out in this battle against Bigge. He knew full well the gap between a Saint King and a Saint Lord, and feared accidentally killing Bigge with a single blow. He greatly admired Bigge's peerless blade techniques and extraordinary talent in the blade path, and had never given up on the idea of taking him under his command.
Now that he was facing Bigge head-on, Lampard merely wanted to crush him. Bigge did not yet acknowledge him, so he only needed to beat him until he did. That was the surest rule for conquering subordinates in this forest. He wanted Bigge to understand the gap between them and change his mind.
After being blasted away by Lampard's heavy punch, blood seeped from the corner of Bigge's mouth. It was not a serious injury; his internal organs had merely been shaken slightly, and they repaired themselves within moments. Lampard was indeed powerful. Even though he had not attacked with full strength, an ordinary Saint Lord would likely have been badly injured by that strike and lost all Combat Strength.
But Bigge was no ordinary Saint Lord. He was a powerhouse with one foot already stepping into the Saint King Level, and in his usual training, he often sparred with Elsa and Gu Ding, both of whom possessed Saint King Level strength. Even against a Saint King going all out, he could