Chapter 130: Inhuman (Part 2/2) (1/2)

Chapter 130: Inhuman (Part 2/2)

Translator: Strivon

Fairchild did not utter a single word, while he maintained a purely defensive guard. Baze had broke his Shield of Truth, so he no longer possessed a near-absolute defense ability. Baze had forcefully broken the limits of his defenses. His fists were more terrifying than any ax or hammer; they shredded Fairchild's robes and flesh endlessly and created a thin layer of bloody mist.

Though Baze possessed such an impetus, he still failed to fell Fairchild so far. Though the power of chaos endlessly battered and eroded against Fairchild, there existed a fundamental order to him all this time. There was not a tangible form that could match it.

Baze sent another fist that exploded down and forcefully blasted Fairchild's guarding arm open. The fist’s power pierced through his chest and entered his lungs. The crushing blow was so powerful that Fairchild's chest appeared a bit caved in.

However, Fairchild did not shirk or flee. He used a flexible arm to put Baze into a joint lock, and the two instantly entered a skin-to-skin close melee that was more dangerous than ever before.

Their two skulls smashed together, which instantly covered their faces with flowing blood. During this process, Fairchild smashed Baze’s sinister teeth in.

Fairchild still had Baze's elbow in a joint lock. He used the power of Baze's momentum to forcefully pull the latter into a twisting throw and smashed Baze hard onto the rubble. But not even a second later, Baze flipped Fairchild into the air with his inexhaustible brute force.

These two people were beasts in human form. Their powers were just that terrifying. The floor of the ruins could not handle the strength of their clash, and it caved in. This force even brought along the steel support beams.

Their two figures fell, and the rubble pelted their faces from above. However, even within the narrowest of spaces, they did not stop at all. They continued to pummel each other's face, chest, and ribs.

The shockwaves from their clashes blew the rubble and steel beams away, and the two did not get buried. However, they had already spat out blood before they could fall to the ground.

Fairchild disregarded the extent of his injuries, as he remained as callous as steel from start to finish. He bided his time and waited for an opportunity. Finally, the moment came when Baze let out two bombardments without the slightest reservations.

Fairchild endured another heavy blow to his injured chest. He paid this price to capture the interval when Baze overexerted his strength. Then, Fairchild utilized his joint-manipulation skills. He forcefully dislocated Baze's left elbow and used a heavy headbutt to smash Baze's right shoulder.

After all this, both of Baze’s arms were broken.

Though Baze was in this condition, he was still like a crazed tiger. He completely ignored his shattered shoulder and dislocated joints, as he pounced up to continue this deadly engagement.

However, his movements rapidly declined. He could no longer manage moving as he did before. Fairchild pulled some distance between them and let loose a chain of punches. He connected with Baze's chin, ears, and other vital points to shake Baze's brain in its skull. While he was dazed, Fairchild let loose a heavy kick to Baze's stomach and knocked the wind out of his body.

”Kaboom!”

Baze flew backward and smashed a warped and deformed pillar in half. A lot of rubble fell down and covered his entire body. In the end, he struggled up with great difficulty, roaring and snarling as usual. The pure savagery of chaos had enveloped this man—the physically strongest of Xia City—and it tortured him to the point of inhumanity.

Fairchild took a bit of time to gasp for breath and adjust his breathing. Then, he said, ”Help!”

His voice was deep and low and was unable to reach far. When he spoke, shadow clouds saturated the air around him in a twenty meter radius. There was no one alive in the area aside from Baze.

Fairchild's voice hung in the air for a mere two seconds before his chest lit with a faint glow. The tetrahedron of the Format Pyramid was half embedded in his chest. It helped to restore Fairchild’s blood and energy, and it relieved the pain of his injuries.

Fairchild used his hand to reset the broken ribs inside his body. He started to bleed because some of the ribs had pierced his internal organs. However, such injuries were far from fatal to him. He was powerful; a step away from being an Extraordinary. After he reset his broken bones, his internal organs’ self-regeneration ability started. He could now maintain at least fifty to sixty percent of his combat power.

Of course, the standard used was one without the blessing of the Shield of Truth.