Chapter 327: An Unstable Belo (2/2)

“Brave warrior Belo, something like that is not enough if you wish to defeat me!”

“Activate!”

Ayrin’s body abruptly exerted even more strength, breaking the balance as he fiercely pushed Belo backwards.

Due to the change in his position, Belo’s kick barely missed Ayrin’s body.

“Evil Flaming Eye!”

At the same time, a flame emerged within Ayrin’s palm and shot out towards him!

“Such swift invocation speed!”

“He’s only just opened his third arcane gate, yet his invocation speed is already no slower than a normal fourth gate arcane master!” Looks of shock emerged on the faces of both Ivan and Morgan’s groups as such a thought passed through their minds.

Boom!

Belo let out a fierce roar as his hands violently slammed into the Evil Flaming Eye, causing it to disintegrate into nothingness!

“Fist of the War God!”

But as the flames disappeared, Ayrin emerged from behind them. Like a bull, he thunderously slammed into Belo’s chest.

Bang!

As Ayrin’s fist landed onto Belo’s body, the cloth on Belo’s back, which had already been stretched to the limit, abruptly burst at its seams!

“So painful!” Stingham couldn’t help but flinch and pat his own chest as he watched Ayrin’s punch sink into Belo’s chest.

Belo’s pupils abruptly contracted as his arms moved and he tightly seized Ayrin’s forearm with his hands!

Belo once again kicked out, this time with his right foot.

“He’s actually fighting Ayrin using Ayrin’s most favored style of fighting!” A look of surprise flickered through Rinloran’s eyes.

Belo had clearly realized that he was at a disadvantage, so he had decided to use Ayrin’s favorite tactic of mutual destruction and hoping to be the last one standing.

“Dragon Scale Absorption!”

The shimmer of dragon scales enveloped Ayrin’s body.

Rip!

The cloth covering Ayrin’s arm tore apart as several thin streaks of blood emerged on his arm.

Bang!

He also took a solid kick to the abdomen.

Boom!

But it seemed like Ayrin didn’t feel any pain at all as his left fist violently slammed into Belo’s chest without any pause.

Belo flew backwards through the sky and then crashed heavily into the ground.

“Evil Flaming Eye!”

Ayrin continued without hesitation as he used Evil Flaming Eye once more.

But this time, much to the surprise of everyone present, not one, but dozens of Evil Flaming Eyes appeared and shot towards Belo.

Upon seeing all these Evil Flaming Eyes, Belo, who had quickly clambered back up from the ground in a show of resistance, momentarily lost control of his body as he was unable to think of a way to defend against so many.

Boom!

Belo was sent flying backwards once more.

“Not his opponent at all…” Stingham’s eyes were full of sympathy as he looked at Belo and silently shook his head.

“He still wishes to fight?”

In the eyes of everyone present, this battle had already shown a clear victor. Yet against their expectations, Belo climbed up from the ground once more. Blood streamed down from his nose and mouth as he let out yet another maddened roar and charged towards Ayrin once more.

“Water Dragon!”

Another loud boom rang out as a water dragon viciously slammed into Belo.

“Ayrin! You dare use my skill again!” Stingham shouted in annoyance.

Morgan and the others speechlessly watched on as Ayrin casually strode through the waves of water created by his skill and stopped right before Belo.

“Devour, Chaotic Blood!”

The countless streaks of red blood atop Belo’s face abruptly separated from his body and descended over Ayrin’s body.

“Evil Flaming Eye!”

“Holy Body Ignition!”

But Ayrin’s body had never stopped moving. As Belo made his move, Ayrin had already made his. A fireball and a fist slammed into Belo’s body once more.

Bang!

Belo flew backwards and bounced once before crashing to the ground yet again.

“Still?”

At this moment, even Ayrin had thought that the match was over, yet Belo got up once more. Blood continued to stream from his nose and mouth, as well as his chest, which now seemed to be slightly sunken inward, yet he still managed to unsteadily climb to his feet as if he was still able to and willing to fight.

“That’s enough.”

At this time, a massive and sturdy figure appeared before Belo and stopped him in place.

It was Minlur, who had been silently watching from the side this entire time.

“Ayrin, the remaining Poisonflame Emperor Eggs?” Minlur turned his head and asked after stopping Belo.

“Here they are, Teacher Minlur,” Ayrin replied a moment after as he handed the bottle containing the Poisonflame Emperor Eggs over to Minlur.

“Belo, I understand you do not wish to admit defeat, but Ayrin and the other two have already conquered the Poisonflame Emperor Egg. Before you can become their equal once more, you too must do the same! So take one and survive before anything else!” Minlur shouted as he threw the bottle towards Belo.

The blood-red tint within Belo’s eyes began gradually disappearing as his body slowly returned to its normal size.

Cough… cough…

Belo coughed up several mouthfuls of blood before taking out a Poisonflame Emperor Egg and immediately ingesting it.

“Hey! Belo, do you not know what that thing is? You are currently in such an injured state… do you have a death wish?” Stingham couldn’t help but scream as he thought back to his own experience with the Poisonflame Emperor Egg. A chill swept through his body.

“So annoying! Want to come here and lick this grandfather’s feet?” Belo fiercely responded as he glared at Stingham.

“Just what exactly has caused him to be like this?” Stingham, Chris, and the others felt perplexed as they watched Belo gradually limp off and prepare to conquer the poison of the Poisonflame Emperor Egg.

“Teacher Minlur, just what is going on with Belo?” Ayrin finally asked.

“I cannot say what exactly has caused him to be like this, but I can say for certain that he wishes to become stronger,” Minlur seriously replied.

“Just what secret is Belo hiding? Why is he so eager to gain more power, and why did he become so mentally unstable upon seeing Ayrin, Stingham, and Rinloran stronger than before?” Chris, Charlotte, and the others thought to themselves as they looked towards Belo once more.