Born Almighty Warrior
Chapter 772 Ricky Joined The Fight

"I'm not sure if Meade could take such a violent strike from Sam!" Tina said honestly.

"Now that he's recognized as the top genius among the Casting Center's younger generation, he should be able to resist it. Otherwise, I don't believe he would make things difficult for Sellers,” Ricky speculated.

Boom! Sam clasped his hands together, forming dark power and strong evil spirit around his body. Shortly, he turned it into double enlightening powers with a forceful killing intention.

"l will send you to hell with this strike. I'l be taking to the Nether Manor the head of the most talented warrior of the Casting Center as my trophy."

As soon as Sam delivered his cruel warning, the formidable attack sparkled ready from his hands. "The Nether Power! Have a taste of my Destructive Nether Fist!"

Alongside these words, Sam's double enlightening powers turned into a giant devil phantom, taking form from behind his frame. Immediately, the frightening creature raised its head and roared to the sky while stretching out its eight huge arms and its large palms, each shadowing the battleground. With closed fists, several dark blood punches rushed out to Meade's way as if they were massive birds carrying their wide and deadly wings.

Each fist drove itself closer together until they all merged in the air, creating one enormous clasp big enough to cover half of the sky. From the exact moment it was fully conceived, the united fist got rapidly wrapped up by Gravitation Enlightenment.

The dark blood fist's shadow swung overhead. The evil spirit it released left a trail in the air that resembled a deep wound in the sky. The dust was swept up and blended into a tornado stirred up by the impact. It just seemed as the whole sky had been replaced by Sam's evil fist.

"Everything that meets this punch will be crushed into dust!" Sam shouted, proud of how invincible his strike was.

"Humph! You can't kill me with this trick, I'll show you that!" Meade roared from the dust when the gigantic fist was about to hit him.

Just then, a fierce enlightening windstorm rose from below the fist. Even more dust was lifted in order to clash with the overwhelming energy casted by Sam.

By the time the storm diminished, a giant, apparently made of gale, soared into the sky. "Mutant-producing Body—Wind Mutant!"

Meade bellowed. His whole body, including his pupils and hair strands, turned translucent within the wind giant. Then, his frame started to change again as it became covered by a set number of white runic patterns.

It was as if Meade's body was suddenly made of wind.

"So this is the Wind Mutant?" Ricky was astonished as he witnessed such an amazing scene.

This time, he felt the power of some kind of mutant coming from Meade, but he didn't think it was unleashed by a real mutant.

"No, I can tell it isn't a real mutant that he has activated,” Tina replied unexpectedly. "If I'm not mistaken, his Mutant-producing Strike should be able to create the power of a mutant. This is the way the cultivators can obtain a mutant's performance, though they don't really own any.”

"I see!" Ricky exclaimed. "Then let's just call him the owner of a fake Wind Mutant.”

Although Lynch and Sam were also taken aback by the change Meade's body went through, they were experienced enough to recognize that what they were feeling was a kind of mutant power created by Meade's cultivation methods.

"I might not be able to kill you if you had a real Wind Mutant, but you'll go to hell if all you have is this fake,” Sam stated full of despise.

"Wind power—Mutant-producing Wind Fist!"

Meade ignored Sam's provocation, choosing to activate his strongest strike once he had fully loaded all the mutant’s power within.

Behind the giant of wind, the Wind Mutant merged with a blast of Wind Enlightenment and turned into two tornadoes. Quickly, both dissolved and altered into a giant palm as two wings hung out from it.

The wings flapped, taking the Mutant-producing Wind Fist to collide with the blow of the Destructive Nether Fist.

Boom!

The next moment, a loud dust explosion reverberated through the whole area, leaving the audience so frightened that they fell into a deathly silence. As the air lashed crazily everywhere forming huge waves, Sam and Meade submerged out of sight.

Later, only a constant sound of crash could be heard.

It wasn't until a silhouette had been ejected out of the waves that the loud roar began to fade away. The figure, wrapped by the spiritual energy, broke through two mountains before it finally stopped and could be recognized.

It was Meade.

He was completely out of breath as a mix of blood and sweat streamed from his ragged robe. Still, the most horrifying part was that his chest had collapsed.

Certainly, it was inflicted by the strong Destructive Nether Fist.

Though his apparent wounds could tell how much he suffered, it was also clear that Meade had successfully taken Sam's attack.

Half kneeling in the air, Meade struggled to fully raise his head. It came to light that there was no trace of happiness on his face. The weight in his eyes was gradually replaced by desperation. That had been his strongest strike, and creating the power of mutant was also one of his most powerful aces. However, he had now fully realized the collision didn’t cause any harm at all to Sam. Moreover, Sam had definitely not brought out his best yet.

"I have to admit that I've underestimated you. Even if your mutant wasn't real, it still held the power of a mutant. This time, I will take it as a hard lesson,” Sam voiced steadily as he stepped out of the air waves.

The spiritual energy shielded around him, enabling Sam to stand safe and sound from the attack. "As a punishment, I'll do my best next. Dying under my full-force strike will be my blessing to you!" With every step forward, both the evil spirit and Killing Enlightenment in Sam's body increased. The moment those reached the peak, it would be fatal for Meade.

'Am I really going to die here today? I have been a pawn for so many years. My revenge has just begun, and this is the end of it?” Meade growled inwardly, unwilling to admit his upcoming defeat. He contemplated running away, but he knew that Lynch and Sam would never allow him the chance to go very far.

He had envisioned many outcomes for this fight, but not in his wildest dreams had he ever expected Sam to be his contender.

"What? Are you afraid? I can fully understand that. I'm also afraid of death. Yet, who's to blame for this now? From where I'm seeing it, you're the only one to be blamed for not being strong enough,” Sam said lightly. He could sympathize with the despair he saw through Meade's eyes.

A loud laughter suddenly burst out. "You are right. Everyone is afraid of death. In this martial world, where the weak are the preys to the strong, one can only blame himself for failing to survive.” A intense and clear voice, which no one knew where it came from, attracted all the attention to itself. "So next, I hope you can find solace within these words of truth when you'll be about to meet your own death, Sam," the voice continued.

"How could it be possible? Is there anyone else here?" Unsettled by the mysterious voice, Sam's and Lynch's faces turned gloomy while Sam abruptly quit releasing the powerful energy.

"Is there any spiritual space tool around? No, I can't sense any spiritual space tool!" Lynch coolly answered as he spread out his runic power to detect the hidden enemy.

"How come there is someone else here that we didn't notice? By the way, that voice sounds a little bit familiar,” Meade murmured. The desperation in his eyes had fairly decreased.

The voice broke out another laughter. "I'm here, big guy. Next, I'll be your opponent, and then we'll see who's the strongest, Sam," the voice said in delight. Soon, a figure began to sway towards Meade. When he finally had it before his eyes, he realized it was no one other than Ricky. Acknowledging Meade's defeat, Ricky was ready to take action.

"How could it be you? What are you doing here?" Lynch hissed in disbelief.