Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit.

Chapter 79 Mephisto's Filial Piety and the Witch Demon (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

"Shut up, old man. That old man is right. Your posture is just disgusting."

Wu Xinmo gritted his teeth and let out a low growl.

His expression became even more distorted with anger, turning it into something terrifying.

What the Demon of the Witch Heart hated most was Mephisto's condescending and lecturing manner.

The Demon Lord was unmoved, and Mephisto sighed seemingly helplessly, but in reality, he was disappointed and indifferent.

He was disappointed that he had become an enemy of the child he had created with his own hands.

I'm also disappointed that this child's mind and personality are not quite right; he still needs to grow.

Indifferent to the other party's hatred towards you.

Mephisto once loved the Witchheart Demon as a father, but under the weight of power and strength, this little bit of fatherly love meant nothing.

He believed that when he lost power and strength, the first thing to overthrow and kill him would be the Demon Heart.

Therefore, he will not give up power and strength.

He must forever be the ruler of hell, forever suppressing the witch's inner demons.

"Isn't it time to end this little drama of infighting between you two devilish father and son?"

After happily finishing his melon-eating, Matthew also got serious. He had put in a lot of effort to take down Mephisto, and now it was finally time to reap the rewards.

The three demons of Feng Shui and Earth have decent soul quality, but they haven't yet reached the standard to unlock the highest-level Devil Fruit.

Mephisto is definitely enough.

Matthew had no intention of letting his prey escape.

Rumble!!

His light brown pupils were tinged with red light, and his surging aura spread slowly as if it were a tangible force. Above the sky, the dark clouds were affected by this overwhelming aura and began to gather and churn.

Layers of black and red lightning danced and intertwined, constantly booming and exploding.

The entire earth began to tremble, shake, and wail.

The pebbles, flowers, and fallen leaves on the ground began to dance and float in the wind.

Mephisto was no less impressive; beneath his black round hat, his seemingly cloudy eyes had turned completely black, with a wisp of crimson flame flickering within them.

A wave of darkness gradually spread from him, resisting Matthew's surging aura.

At the point of impact between the two energies, bursts of electric arcs could be seen exploding.

"Damn it, we can't stay here any longer."

Old Carter, Johnny, and Rosanne all felt the pressure. The former immediately let out a low growl and pulled the two of them away, their agile steps showing no signs of old age.

Johnny and Rosanne were being dragged along, their faces showing pain.

Johnny started acting strangely.

The flesh and blood of the head would disappear from time to time, revealing the shape of a skeleton, as if a terrible demon was eager to break out of the body.

"Hold on, kid, you can't turn into that thing and cause trouble now."

Old Carter noticed Johnny's change and immediately whispered a warning.

"I... I can't control myself."

Johnny growled back, his voice becoming deeper and hoarser.

"You are the master of your body and your will. It is just a vassal residing in your body. Suppress it and tell it that you are the master," Old Carter whistled as he shouted.

I tried my best.

As the three were talking, they heard the neighing of a horse, and a magnificent horse galloped from afar, running up to them.

"Come on up quickly."

Old Carter smoothly mounted his horse, reached out and pulled Johnny and Rosanne up with him, and then the horse galloped away.

As the three left, the surrounding earthquake tremors intensified.

Of course, it wasn't just the three of them. The originally furious Witchheart Demon's eyes cleared and his reason returned when he felt the clash between Matthew and Mephisto's auras.

Without hesitation, his figure dimmed and disappeared, and he slipped away.

He felt that if these two really fought, he might also suffer if he got too close. Wu Xinmo liked to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight, but he didn't like to get slapped in the face by the tiger while watching the tigers fight.

As the onlookers left, the house that had stood with old Carter for countless years finally succumbed to the intense tremors and the pressure from the impact of the impact.

It finally collapsed.

boom!!

The moment the collapse sound exploded, Matthew made the first move. His right fist instantly turned black, and terrifying red and black lightning exploded, causing several black lightning bolts to rise from the ground.

Matthew's figure vanished instantly, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of Mephisto.

He threw a punch right at her face.

It smashed through layers of air along its path, creating bursts of air currents.

Before the punch even landed, Mephisto already felt his soul and consciousness being inexplicably impacted. If his soul hadn't been so strong, even a momentary lapse in concentration wouldn't have been enough.

Anyone could be hit by this punch.

"Amazing courage, child."

Mephisto couldn't help but admire it, then held his walking stick in his right hand and blocked the punch. He could have dodged it or even taken it in other ways.

But the power of Matthew's punch was so special that he had never seen it before, so Mephisto wanted to experience it for himself and understand it.

Then Mephisto regretted it.

This is not a simple punch, but a punch that combines Armament Haki and Conqueror's Haki. It is not only powerful and heavy, but also has an extremely terrifying destructive power against any material.

boom!

In an instant, the ground within a hundred meters around the site caved in, and a raging blast of air swept away everything in its path, including gravel, dust, rocks, old furniture, and more.

Mephisto's figure shot out from the shockwave, trailing a long cloud of dust.

It flew over a thousand meters, smashing countless trees and destroying countless tombstones along the way.

It finally crashed into the ground, creating a ditch over a hundred meters long before slowly coming to a stop.

Mephisto is feeling a bit emotional now.

It wasn't pain. As an energy projection constructed from soul consciousness, without flesh and blood, he wouldn't feel the pain from the injury. He just felt that what happened just now was a little different from what he had expected.

Wasn't it him who casually accepted the move, then went to feel the special power of Matthew's punch, and gave instructions in a condescending manner?

Why didn't he continue?

Still looking so disheveled?

Was he proven wrong?

How many times has this happened?

After being completely bewildered, Mephisto's face darkened. He glanced around and saw a tomb nearby, with a portrait on the tombstone of a very ugly man.

That look seemed to be mocking him.

Enraged, Mephisto stood up and instinctively grabbed his walking stick, intending to tap the ground. However, he missed the ground and looked down.

The walking stick broke in two.

It turns out that Matthew's punch not only sent him flying, but also broke his walking stick.

Mephisto was speechless.

Instead, he laughed in anger. After calming down, he looked up and saw Matthew standing in mid-air, with countless red and black lightning bolts flashing in the sky, obscuring his face but reflecting his demonic body.