Augulas no longer concealed his strength. A terrifying aura burst forth, and the entire space seemed to twist.
This woman should have been at the same level as him, the early stage of the Pseudo-God realm. Yet her physical strength faintly surpassed even his, a Dragon Race member who excelled in that regard. More frightening still, her close-combat experience and skill far exceeded anything he had imagined, leaving him restrained at every turn. He had no choice but to go all out.
"I admit it, you're strong." Augulas took a deep breath. "But the one who loses will definitely be you."
"This new body really is an unexpected delight." Ben Hong looked at her jade-smooth hands. "Mastery of close combat—it suits my fighting style perfectly."
That self-absorbed expression showed that she had not put Augulas in her eyes at all. Augulas snorted coldly. His pupils suddenly narrowed into slits and ignited with black flames faintly tinged with dark gold, wave after wave of powerful aura radiating from him.
Ben Hong narrowed her eyes and halted. "A law artifact?"
Augulas did not answer. Light abruptly blazed from his vertical pupils, and faint dark-gold patterns instantly appeared around Ben Hong, crisscrossing like a peculiar cage and enclosing her within.
The "patterns" seemed to come alive and slowly intertwined. When Ben Hong's flowing hair brushed against those interwoven "patterns," it instantly crumbled into powder.
Yet the patterns did not immediately weave toward Ben Hong's body, instead stopping in place. Augulas's voice sounded. "I'll give you one last chance. Apologize for what you said before. Otherwise, I won't hold back in the slightest."
"Though you possess a law artifact, it's still useless against me." Ben Hong shook her head. "If you don't believe it, try."
"You're courting death!" A cold glint flashed through Augulas's