The Lincoln really was impossible to reason with. Mike thought angrily. Fine, you hid the fact that you'd reached Paragon. Did you think I had no hidden tricks of my own? In an instant, Mike transformed into a Colorless Transparent Flame and shot straight into the dark region Lincoln had become.
"It looks like Mike is ready to fight to the death. I wonder what other secret technique he has up his sleeve," Orf said with interest, stroking his beard.
Uterede nodded in agreement. "This Colorless Transparent Flame alone won't be enough to defeat Lincoln."
The Colorless Transparent Flame struck the dark region. Both material and soul attacks erupted, splitting the darkness open in an instant. Taking advantage of the breach, it surged inside, hoping to strike at the heart of the enemy. Unfortunately, the dark region kept churning and closing around it, leaving it able to advance only with difficulty.
Orf watched the flame, seeming to recall something. He turned to a Fire Element Low God with hair as wild as a bundle of straw and said, "That flame technique is interesting, but I seem to remember it's your signature move. Its power doesn't seem quite there, though, Petrov."
The slightly plump Fire Element God hurriedly replied, "Yes, Lord Orf. Many years ago, Lord Mike sought me out to learn it. But his race limits him. Even after practicing for many years, it still doesn't increase his strength by enough."
Hela smiled faintly. "Orf, you really do know every talent and ultimate technique in the world like the back of your hand."
"Look, Lord Mike seems to have reached the heart of the dark region!" Zijing, clad in a pale purple robe, called out.
The instant that nameless flame touched Lincoln, both sides unleashed their ultimate techniques.
Lincoln's dark