"Bang!"
When the loud, muffled impact rang out and reached everyone's ears, fragments of armor exploded beside August Veron and scattered across the ground.
It was Sleipnir's body.
As August Veron's expression changed drastically, Luo Zhen, who had appeared beside him at some unknown point, punched Sleipnir apart, turning it into a pile of fragments.
"...!"
The cold sweat trickling down August Veron's forehead instantly increased.
However, August Veron hardened his expression, abruptly turned around, and swung his fist toward Luo Zhen.
"Smack!"
The crisp sound came from a palm catching August Veron's fist.
August Veron had clearly used the Reinforced Body technique for this punch, and its power was fairly impressive.
However, Luo Zhen had imbued himself with Yaya's Adamantine Strength. Compared to the degree of enhancement provided by Reinforced Body, they were on completely different levels.
"You're not creating any distance. You're choosing to attack directly?"
Luo Zhen caught August Veron's fist with one hand and narrowed his eyes at the man standing before him.
"Looks like you really do have a serious problem with me. I just wonder whether you have what it takes to teach me a lesson."
At that, August Veron sneered.
"With that affected way of speaking, I'm more interested in seeing how long you can keep it up."
As he spoke, August Veron did not retreat at all. He clenched the fist of his other hand and shouted.
"Then I'll show you the technique I've kept hidden until now! Sleipnir!"
A vast surge of magical power radiated from August Veron's body.
After receiving August Veron's magical power, the fragments of Sleipnir that Luo Zhen had punched apart trembled one after another. They floated into the air, converged toward August Veron, and even embedded themselves directly into his body.
The breastplate covered his chest.