Battle Symphony
Tropospheric edge.
The smell of burning lingered for a long time.
Godolkin hovered in mid-air, withdrew his hand, and then slowly wiped the blood from his chin.
John hovered there calmly, dozens of meters away.
Neither of them spoke.
The howling wind suddenly went silent.
Within arm's reach, there was only deathly stillness.
"Hehe..."
Godolkin's lips curled into a cold smile, and the violent ferocity in his eyes spread outwards.
"Boom!!"
A deathly silence exploded.
Godolkin was the first to attack, his blood boiling like magma, and his feet stomped out a ring of snow-white explosive energy in the air.
Then it transformed into a cannon, splitting into howling winds, and fiercely pounced.
With veins bulging on his right arm and fingers slightly bent, he aimed straight for John's eyes with a burst of speed exceeding Mach 10.
John's pupils narrowed slightly, and instead of retreating, he advanced, crashing straight into the inner circle.
As the fierce wind swept past his brow, he slightly tilted his neck, and his left shoulder slumped down.
Using the momentum of the forward press, the entire forearm extended horizontally, and the elbow tip squeezed the airflow out with a sharp, ear-piercing sound within half an inch.
Godolkin reacted quickly, his waist muscles twisting violently as he raised his arm and swiftly blocked the attack in front of his face.
"Thump!!"
With a dull, resounding thud, the two men's attack intensified completely.
In an instant, their elbows collided, and the terrifying recoil force, like steel needles, shot through their arm bones and into their chests.
The veins on the body surface are prominent, and the ripples are rampant.
"Buzz--"
With a whistling sound, the air was suddenly compressed in front of the two who were getting infinitely close, and then exploded!
In an instant, a flat ring of condensed water vapor swept past the two of them at several times the speed of sound, then suddenly burst into the sky.
The circular airflow resembles a horizontally placed flat blade.
Wherever it passed, the thick, continuous clouds were swept away and evaporated, creating a giant well several miles in circumference right in the center of the sky.
"Creak--"
Every punch landed squarely, under intense, relentless bombardment.
Godolkin bones quickly emitted a violent cracking sound as he struggled under the strain; his entire arm went numb, and the space between his thumb and forefinger split open.
But he gritted his teeth and, using the momentum, thrust his right knee upwards like a battle axe, slamming it hard into John's jaw!
"Bang!"
The knee strike landed squarely on John's chin.
Thump!
John's head snapped back, and a bloody gash appeared at the corner of his mouth.
A strong, rusty taste immediately filled my mouth.
However, before Godolkin could react, a fierce glint appeared in John's eyes. Despite the excruciating pain, he lashed out with his right hand.
Like a hydraulic clamp, it clamped tightly onto Godolkin's shinbone!
Don't even think about it...
The instant John touched Godolkin, a strange, eerie light suddenly flashed in Godolkin's eyes.
The immense spiritual power transformed into an invisible poison barrier, which suddenly burst forth.
John felt a sudden blur before his eyes, and his senses momentarily became confused.
Godolkin's charging figure transformed into three afterimages—
It came crashing down from directly in front, diagonally above, and to the left corner, accompanied by violent wind pressure and a howling sound!
But John didn't need to distinguish between truth and falsehood at all.
You don't even need to look at it.
Illusions are ultimately virtual; they cannot break free of their constraints and affect reality.
John, on the other hand, possesses microscopic perception.
Godolkin's location can be determined by airflow, changes in dust, and even the refraction of sunlight on his body.
In less than half a second, John, with his eyes closed, pinpointed the location of Godolkin's true form.
With the left arm extended forward in a casual gesture, the right fist moves spontaneously from the heart.
Thump!
The fist, carrying terrifying air pressure, rammed into what appeared to be an empty area thirty degrees to the right, like a mud ox sinking into the sea!
"Bang!!"
The phantom that lunged from the right vanished like a bubble the instant it made contact.
John's right fist, however, struck Godolkin's true form squarely, as Godotkin attacked from a blind spot!
"Thump--"
The fist slammed directly into Godolkin's forearm as he blocked the attack.
The next second, a dull thud resounded like the cracking of an ancient bell.
The impact materialized into a white ring that suddenly exploded, shattering the floating clouds within several miles into mist.
"Got you?"
Amidst the billowing mist, John remained expressionless, his fingers suddenly clenching, his muscles tensing.
"Crack!"
Godolkin's shinbone shattered instantly.
"Ughhhhhh!!"
The excruciating pain caused him to let out a bloodcurdling scream.
But before he could break free, John twisted and exerted force.
Using himself as the axis, he spun Godolkin around in a wide arc.
Then he suddenly flung himself into the air, and his figure flashed through the air like a ghost, his right fist slamming out from behind!
John used 70% of his strength in that punch.
The terrifying kinetic energy tore through the atmosphere, creating a blazing white shield of air in front of the fist.
Godolkin's pupils contracted sharply.
In that critical moment, his mental power erupted, quickly condensing into a nearly tangible, semi-transparent force field behind him.
"Boom!!"
The fist slammed in heavily.
Space is stacked, distorted, and then deformed to the naked eye.
John's punch shattered the force field like paper, leaving it cracked and then, with a "crack," it crumbled into countless tiny fragments of light.
At that moment, the still-powerful punch, propelled by immense inertia, slammed firmly into Godolkin's back.
"Puff--!"
Godolkin's entire lower back arched forward abruptly, and he vomited a mouthful of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.
John gave Godolkin absolutely no chance to retaliate.
He twisted Godolkin's calf and pinned it down with his other hand, while pressing down on the back of Godolkin's neck with a force like iron.
Then, with overwhelming force, he used Godolkin as a shield to break through the air, his head pointing straight down, and his legs stomping violently in the void!
"Boom--!!"
Two figures streaked across the azure sky, leaving a straight trail as they plummeted vertically toward the ground with supersonic acceleration!
Thump! Thump!
The explosive cloud spread out in circles behind the two of them.
Within seconds, the outline of the land rapidly magnified in their field of vision—
The shimmering waters of the Potomac River, the geometrically beautiful cityscape of Washington, D. C...
Zoom in again!
A mountain of charred corpses, armored vehicles exploding in flames... and in the very center, the devastated ruins of the White House.
It filled the entire field of vision!
"Get down here!!"
John exerted his strength suddenly when he was only a few hundred meters away from the ground.
With both arms pressing down on Godolkin's body, using him as a base, they suddenly accelerated downwards!
"Boom--!!"
The earth shook violently.
The old ruins were smashed open to create a giant crater several meters deep and tens of meters in diameter.
Mud, stones, and broken turf transformed into a towering dust storm that swept across the land.
The remaining broken pillars and stones around them were pulverized the moment they were crushed by the impact ring.
Beneath the smoke and dust.
Godolkin's entire body became contorted, his bones dislocated.
He gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain in his body, and forced a rebound, his eyes blazing with ferocity.
John straightened his back at that moment.
The two were no more than half a meter apart, their faces so close that they could hear each other breathing.
At that very instant, a surge of red light appeared in Godolkin's eyes.
Ignoring the brief pause in their charge, two bursts of bright white and red light slammed head-on into John's face!
"Laugh--!!"
A column of heat bursts forth from zero distance.
Don't try to take it head-on!
Under the blinding light, John reacted with lightning speed.
He instinctively closed his eyes, thrust his entire left arm horizontally, and then held it in front of his face.
A loud, crackling sound!
John clenched his teeth, his vision completely obscured by a bloodshot, dark red.
The bare arm, subjected to immense heat, momentarily stiffened during the brief moment of defense.
In that very moment...
Despite the excruciating pain, Godolkin suddenly raised his body, his five fingers forming a cone, and slammed it towards John's temple.
In the instant of a slight movement of the airflow.
John tilted his head slightly, and his free right hand reached back at an odd angle, precisely grabbing Godolkin's wrist!
"Creak--Snap!"
Immediately afterwards, he twisted his wrist.
Godolkin's right forearm was twisted into a pretzel, with pale bone fragments piercing through the flesh, splattering blood everywhere.
Then, a red light flashed in John's eyes. He turned around, delivered a short, powerful kick, and then—
"Bang!!"
Godolkin flew sideways, skimming the ground.
Its body crashed through the broken iron fence on the south side of the White House, roaring as it slammed into the middle of Pennsylvania Avenue!
The smooth asphalt road was plowed into a terrifying, scorched rut by Godolkin's violent impact and roll.
He crashed into more than a dozen abandoned cars along the way, causing them to disintegrate on the spot, with their steel frames broken and twisted.
The fuel tanks overheated and exploded one after another, leaving a trail of fire stretching for hundreds of meters down the street.
Amidst the raging flames, a fleshy figure broke the sound barrier and teleported in.
John leaned down coldly and grabbed Godolkin's collar.
Then they pushed his head, pressing it firmly against the scalding, melting asphalt.
Thump!
The oppressive atmosphere exploded behind John.
He pressed down on Godolkin's head, skimming along the ground like a plowshare, speeding down the straight street.
"Sizzle--!!"
Godolkin's face was pressed firmly against the hard, rough asphalt road.
The terrifying kinetic energy generated by Supersonic gliding close to the ground is instantly transformed into a primitive grinding wheel.
In an instant, the rubble scraped and peeled away layers of his flesh from the ground.
Before the splattered blood could even land, it was evaporated by the heat generated by friction.
The entire long street was forcibly plowed open, leaving a long ravine stained with scorched black and scarlet.
After a long while, John stopped.
The churning asphalt, along with the minced meat, melted and clung together in the high temperature, creating a pungent, burnt smell and a foul stench.
Godolkin lay limply in the center of the scorched crater, his limbs twisted grotesquely, his eyes wide open, staring blankly at the sky.
Half of his face was covered in a mixture of black and red rotten flesh, with parts of stark white flesh exposed to the air, interspersed with faint red streaks of blood.
He's completely ruined.
John hovered above the scorched mud, the red light in his eyes completely fading. He slowly descended, crushing the scorched mud beneath his feet.
Then he stretched out his right hand, his five fingers gripping Godolkin's throat, which was now a bloody mess, like a steel cable.
Thump!
The scorched earth and debris beneath their feet crumbled into dust in an instant.
John lifted Godolkin with one hand, his knees slightly lowered, and then—
"Boom!"
The ground within a radius of tens of meters suddenly sank, and the spiderweb-like structure cracked, spread, and split.
Accompanied by a series of shattered white sonic cones, it plunged into the sea of clouds like a swift arrow!
Half a minute later.
Godolkin lay sprawled like a lump of mud, his eyes lifeless, his mouth half-open and stuck to the ruins.
His chest rose and fell slightly, and the breathy sounds in his throat mingled with the blood from his cough, producing indistinct, fragmented noises.
John was standing right next to him.
Blood dripped intermittently from his drooping finger bones, gathering at the tip of his index finger.
And it was at this moment.
A few meters to the left, a slow commotion came from nearby.
John looked up.
A charred black human figure, kneeling on the ground, was slowly wriggling, its charred skin cracking with each movement.
Upon closer inspection, the newly grown tender flesh underneath still revealed a light pink layer peeking out from the cracks.
Soon, he scratched at the gravel with his fingers.
Then came the second, the third...
But in those eyes that reopened, there was only a blankness and emptiness, and a hint of hidden killing intent.
"Kill..."
John tilted his head, as if he had realized something.
So he simply lowered his eyes, gently pressed the sole of his boot against Godolkin's chest, and then casually rolled it down!
Amidst the ruins, the flickering glint in Godolkin's eyes suddenly turned bloodshot.
The thread that held the Soldier Boy's spirit was severed and shattered by that swift kick.
"Click."
The sound was like the shattering of thin porcelain.
Godolkin's eyeballs bulged out, and another piece of bone dented into his chest.
At the same time, the Soldier Boy's forearm, which he had just raised, suddenly went limp and hung helplessly back into the rubble.
At that moment, a warm, long wind swept across the collapsed columns of the White House, stirring up fine bits of charred ash.
John, with his hands behind his back, shifted his gaze from the Soldier Boy back to the dead dog on the ground.
Amidst the ruins, Godolkin managed to turn his head slightly, and half-congealed black blood seeped out from his mangled jaw.
"..."
His unfocused gaze lingered on John's face, his lips trembling as if he wanted to say something.
However, the blood and foam that rushed into the trachea blocked the vocal cords, and could only produce a "gurgling" sound.
"What?"
John's expression shifted slightly.
He has always shown equal respect to equally matched opponents.
Moreover, the defeat was already inevitable.
He had the patience to listen to the last words of a dying person.
With that thought, he lowered one knee, his right knee bracing against the pile of rubble.
He bent down and slowly brought his ear close to Godolkin's bloodied and mangled face.
Soon, the distance between the two was less than half a foot.
John could even feel the hot breath he was exhaling and hear the hissing sound coming from his trachea.
"Cough... cough..."
Godolkin's body, slumped in the ruins, twitched slightly; his voice was dry and hoarse.
"You... won..."
A resigned murmur entered my ears.
But just as his voice was about to cut off, Godolkin's tone suddenly rose slightly.
A sudden surge of triumphant malice flashed in his previously unfocused eyes!
"But I—didn't lose!!"
At the same time, Godolkin's twisted left arm, which had been limp in the scorched mud, suddenly sprang up!
The hand, covered in black dust and sticky blood, suddenly accelerated over a very short distance, striking straight at John's temple!
A faint, cold silver light quietly appeared in the palm of his hand.
Since the defeat is irreversible --
Godolkin's jawline, revealing stubble, twisted into a maniacal grin.
The deathly dejection that had been lingering in those lifeless pupils vanished inexplicably.
Instead, there is a bloodthirsty, predatory greed.
"Then why don't I get an even more perfect body..."
His palm touched John's temple.
The moment the palm landed, the silvery-gray light began to pile up, then collapsed into a more solid silver light.
Inside, it contains the profound knowledge and experience accumulated by Godolkin over nearly a century through countless possessions, dominations, and refinements.
Godolkin risked everything.
All his savings were transformed into a collapsing, solitary object, which drove straight into John's brain.
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