The trembling ground finally stilled. A circular crater nearly two hundred meters across had appeared on the small plain, as though a meteor had struck. At its center stood that crimson figure.
Opposite him, Lalalia lowered her head to look at the drag mark dozens of meters long beneath her feet, disbelief filling her eyes.
Lalalia Torstanrofamiat, the next Dragon Emperor of Dragon Island, a demigod powerhouse, had actually been forced back by the sheer aura of this stinking man, whose strength was merely at the peak of the Kingdom level!
Never mind dozens of meters—even one centimeter was still retreating!
Lalalia's gaze settled upon the crimson armored figure glittering with starlight. Compared with the sacred elegance of that blue armor from a year ago, this crimson armor was grand and majestic, its design far more visually striking. The blade-like protrusions on its arms alone carried an aggressive, dangerous air. The single pair of wings on its back had become two pairs, as though every breath exuded a blazing aura of destruction.
An aura at this level was absolutely not Kingdom-level! Lalalia's pupils contracted slightly—demigod?
Could he have concealed his strength a year ago? But the circumstances back then had not seemed feigned. What exactly was going on?
"Enough!" Lalalia roared, white light flaring from her fists. "I'll never lose to you again!"
The moment her words fell, the flat-chested loli's figure had flashed before Chen Rui. She drove a fist straight at his chest.
Whether in speed or in the terrifying power it contained, this punch was utterly incomparable to their previous "game." Even the Octopus Emperor would have been blasted into ashes if struck head-on.
Chen Rui neither dodged nor blocked. The fist landed solidly on his chest, making his body sway only slightly, yet a triangular section