Moro finally stopped holding back.
A monstrous demonic aura slowly emanated from his massive body, the dark purple flames possessing a tangible pressure that instantly crushed the scorched earth within a thousand meters, causing it to sink several inches.
His face grew increasingly ferocious, and the oppressive aura he exuded almost froze the air itself.
Moro's lips curled into a slight sneer as he mocked, "I hope you can still laugh now!"
Before he finished speaking, his figure left a trail of afterimages that seemed to tear through the air.
The speed increased several times over, exceeding the limits of the naked eye and conventional perception!
The deafening roar of the air couldn't keep up with his speed.
Turles' pupils suddenly contracted.
Even with complete concentration, his nerve responses still showed a momentary, almost imperceptible slowness.
Facing the oncoming heavy punch, Turles crossed his arms to block, but there was a noticeable lag in his reaction.
Bang--!
He could barely deflect some of the force, and the violent punch sent him staggering backward, his feet carving two long furrows in the scorched earth.
Before he could regain his footing, Moro's figure had already approached him like a ghost.
Those who gain power will not let others off the hook!
Giving Turles no chance to catch his breath or regroup, a series of lightning-fast attacks came hurtling in.
The dark purple fist shadow tore through the sky, completely blocking all of Turles ' evasive routes from the most tricky angles in all directions.
Turles focused intently, his tail swaying from side to side as he tried to maintain his balance.
He attempted to use offense as defense several times, forcefully throwing punches to counterattack.
However, the counterattack had little effect.
Seemingly in retaliation for the earlier blow that slashed his cheek, Moro's attacks became increasingly precise, his punches specifically targeting Turles ' face.
Turles ' defense was completely torn apart.
A powerful straight punch landed squarely on his left cheek.
He was knocked back again, his feet sliding down the hard rock.
Forcibly stopping his retreat, Turles raised his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
His chest heaved violently, and his dark red body hair, in its Limit Form, was somewhat disheveled from the fierce battle.
A burning, sharp pain shot through my cheek.
But in those scarlet eyes, there was not a trace of retreat or fear, only an ever-increasing fighting spirit.
Is this the end?
Moro chuckled arrogantly, cracking his knuckles as he looked at him mockingly.
"It's been so long since I've done this level of exercise... it's quite physically demanding! I kind of want to treat myself."
"Then let me have a taste, the most delicious monkey! Just how delicious is it!"
Turles raised his hand to his neck, his knuckles cracking with a series of crisp sounds.
He casually shifted his position, a cold, sharp smile curving his lips.
"What a pity, I haven't had enough fun yet. I probably don't have the leisure to watch a goat eat or anything like that..."
"It's alright!"
Moro's smile remained unchanged, and the demonic energy around him surged even more wildly.
"The dying struggle of the prey is also a wonderful seasoning..."
He took a step forward, and his murderous aura, solidified into a storm, pressed closer and closer.
Faced with Moro's relentless advance, Turles simply let his arms hang naturally at his sides.
Her eyelids slowly closed.
He actually closed his eyes on the spot!
"Um?"
Moro frowned slightly upon seeing this.
What kind of mischief is this monkey up to?
However, faced with overwhelming strength, he didn't think he had anything to worry about.
This is probably just a final act of mystification.
Moro's figure vanished into thin air once again.
In that split second when that terrifying killing intent was about to strike...
Turles ' body swayed almost imperceptibly.
Moro's heavy punch grazed Turles's cheek and passed right through!
The punch missed its mark, and terrifying energy exploded behind him, blasting a huge hole in the distant horizon.
The airflow generated by the fist made Turles ' black hair flutter wildly!
His eyes slowly opened.
Deep within those scarlet pupils, a mysterious and pure silver light, like a reflection of a starry sea, shone forth!
Moro's eyes narrowed slightly.
But strangely, he couldn't feel anything.
This feeling of losing Control of the battle situation caused him to feel an indescribable sense of unease.
"Playing tricks!"
Moro, defiant and unconvinced, let out a furious roar, his patience completely exhausted.
His figure vanished from his spot in an instant, and the next second, he transformed into hundreds and thousands of blurry black and purple afterimages!
These afterimages surrounded Turles from all directions, above and below, forming an impenetrable and absolute killing formation!
A barrage of deadly attacks, unleashed without reservation!
But you'll soon experience it firsthand!
No matter how relentlessly he pursued, Turles seemed to have anticipated this and couldn't touch him at all!
Moro refused to believe in superstition, but no matter what he tried, he couldn't change the situation!
The attack has been unsuccessful!
Finally, in a fit of rage, Moro stomped his foot and shattered the ground beneath him.
They slightly increased the distance...
"How?"
Moro's gaze gradually darkened.
"Is all you can do, hide? You monkey!"
He tried to disrupt the other party's strange rhythm with this clumsy attempt to provoke them.
"That alone won't be enough to beat me!"
In fact, it was just as Moro said.
In reality, Turles' half-baked " Ultra Instinct " was completely incomplete.
Because he could never overcome that inexplicable and elusive mental barrier deep within his heart, his body could only "automatically dodge."
However, it cannot achieve a further level of "automatic attack".
At best, it can only be described as "freedom" and does not reach the true "ultimate state"!
However, this was described by Merus as a level of evasion skill that even he had to put in considerable effort to "crack".
It's a unique kind of full-on...
Turles seemed to look down on everyone, not even glancing at the furious Moro opposite him.
They simply took measured steps.
step.
Another step.
He took the initiative and walked towards Moro's direction.
This arrogant composure, this attitude of treating the Planet-Eater as nothing, humiliated Moro.
His slightly backward steps suddenly stopped!
boom--!
The dark purple demonic flames erupted from his body once more, carrying a terrifying power that could tear the earth apart. He transformed into a streak of black light and charged forward again!
The offensive became even more ferocious!
However, all of this was in vain in the face of Turles.
His figure was like a dragon unbound by any external force, moving freely through the impenetrable attacks.
Just inches away lies the line between life and death, yet Turles always dances an elegant yet deadly dance on that line, never suffering a single injury.
This is not a meaningless defense.
Turles ' body was dodging on its own, but his brain was working at an unimaginable speed.
Every punch Moro throws, every burst of power, the muscle activation, the flow of energy, the changes in the rhythm of his attacks...
The old monster on the other side had lived for countless years and possessed an immense wealth of combat experience.
After endless attacks failed, amidst the frenzied offensive, a hint of thought finally flashed in Moro's sinister eyes.
He keenly noticed it.
The opponent's evasion relied entirely on the most primal, instinctive physical reactions, so fast it was irrational...
Moro's expression grew increasingly sinister, and his attack suddenly changed.
They started incorporating a lot of feints and deceptive moves into their attacks.
The attacks, a mix of feints and real attacks, began to disrupt Turles's subconscious reactions.
That flawless dodge finally showed a barely perceptible pause.
The body's instincts led to a misjudgment.
The accuracy of my dodging is starting to decline.
Moro's eyes flashed with a fierce light as he seized upon this fleeting opening!
With a sinister laugh, he pushed his speed and power to the limit, his five fingers coming together to form a claw, and black-purple magic condensed at his fingertips into an indestructible blade that tore through layers of air currents!
laugh--!
This time, the claws finally didn't miss their mark.
It only lightly brushed against the edge of Turles's cheek, stirring up a strand of black hair.
But it really happened!
"Gotcha!"
Moro shouted with ecstasy, believing he had finally broken through this strange movement technique and that the scales of victory had tipped in his favor.
The arrogance that belongs to the strong swelled rapidly in his heart.
However, just as he relaxed his guard because of this insignificant "victory",
Turles's eyes, which had always been calm and still, suddenly narrowed.
The pure silver light deep within his pupils dissipated on its own.
The counterattack has begun!
Turles voluntarily withdrew from that profound "state of ease".
A powerful punch, long poised to strike, landed first despite being the one that was thrown later!
Before Moro's smile could even fade, he blasted it solidly!
As Moro's face was pushed to the other side, specks of light, about the size of marbles and radiating pure vitality and azure light, drifted out from his body...