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Chapter 82 If loyalty is a creed, then courage and fearlessness are its underlying qualities (Please subscribe)

No ruler can accept any form of challenge or provocation.

Previously, Mephisto was at most annoyed by misjudgments, but he still coveted Matthew.

Now, Mephisto is losing patience.

It wasn't just verbal provocation, but also a challenge to Matthew's pace of growth.

It put him under pressure.

Therefore, Mephisto had already developed murderous intent at this moment, and the Ancient One alone stopped him from leaving Earth.

Just like Dormammu, he also doesn't want another Ancient One to appear on Earth.

And unlike that old woman, the Ancient One.

Matthew's age is a major advantage, and his physique is far stronger than that of the Ancient One, so his potential ceiling is somewhat frightening.

A gifted genius must either be controlled by oneself or die.

Mephisto made what he considered the most reasonable judgment.

He chose the latter.

Matthew's clothes fluttered wildly in the wind, and through the wall of hellfire, he "saw" Mephisto's slowly rising murderous intent, and instead smiled.

The old man was utterly enraged.

He likes to see the other person like this.

Mephisto when he gets serious is the real Mephisto. Matthew's initial intention was to illuminate the Devil Fruit encyclopedia with the other's soul.

But at the same time, one can also improve oneself through combat.

The brief battle just now had his blood boiling; he needed even greater pressure.

Mephisto's murderous intent was now fully revealed, so Matthew no longer needed to deliberately use words of sarcasm.

hum! !

Matthew raised his hands in front of his chest, palms facing up and down, making a lifting motion. A golden mirror appeared in his palms, accompanied by a golden shimmer. The mirror was an energy illusion.

However, the design is very delicate, and magical runes can be seen on the edge of the round mirror.

The next moment, the golden round mirror shone brightly, and a golden beam of light shot out from it. The compressed beam of light energy even penetrated the wall of hellfire, creating a passage through it.

Matthew's figure exploded, releasing countless golden light particles that merged into it. In the blink of an eye, the light at the forefront shot towards Mephisto and recombine to form a humanoid shape.

Matthew's fist, imbued with Conqueror's Haki, swept towards Mephisto like a raging storm.

The second battle has begun!

This time, the battle was extremely fierce, and Mephisto demonstrated his superb combat experience and his ultimate use of dark magic and energy.

Summoning a storm of hellfire, it continuously compressed Matthew's position, limiting the area and neutralizing the speed advantage of Matthew's Glint-Glint Fruit.

The walking stick in his hand splits open and transforms into a fire whip, containing not only flames that scorch the soul, but also black magic that corrodes the mind and flesh.

He manipulates illusions, shocks the mind, and uses various techniques in a combination to an unparalleled degree.

Matthew instantly realized just how powerful the Demon Lord truly was when he got serious.

The opponent immediately seized control of the battle's rhythm.

Fortunately, Matthew was no pushover either. After months of reflection and study in Kamar-Taj, combined with his Glint Fruit powers, his magical skills improved by leaps and bounds.

The use of white magic can counter Mephisto's dark magic.

With the highest combat enhancements from the three types of Haki, the Six Powers, the Glint-Glint Fruit, and so on, he successfully withstood Mephisto's onslaught and gradually began to adapt.

This is growth.

The aftershocks of the battle completely destroyed the cemetery and spread to the surrounding areas, unleashing a raging inferno of hellfire. The sky was filled with a rain of golden lights and black and red lightning, turning the night into a kaleidoscope of colors.

The whole scene looked absolutely stunning.

Beneath the splendor lies destruction and death.

On the hill, Reicher, Natasha, and Nigri watched the battle intently. A strong wind swept through, and the magical runes etched on their red overcoats glowed with golden light, forming an invisible defensive wall.

The ground shook violently, but the three of them were able to stand firm.

Johnny and Rosanne, on the other hand, were in a much worse state. If they hadn't managed to grab onto Old Carter's magnificent horses, they probably would have been tossed around and rolled away somewhere long ago.

"This is spectacular! Is this the height the BOSS is standing at now?"

Negri had his hands in the pockets of his overcoat, his pupils reflecting the colorful light and the two figures constantly colliding. His face was no longer frivolous, but serious and fervent.

It was through this experience that Negri realized just how strong Matthew really was.

I also realized just how big the gap was between myself and Matthew.

A gap that is almost hopeless.

It can be said that, regardless of energy or black and white magic, both Matthew and Mephisto are far superior to her in terms of physical speed alone.

The speed is not even visible to the naked eye.

And this is only in air combat; if it were ground combat, it would be even harder to see.

"No wonder the BOSS sent us here." Natasha reached out and smoothed her wine-red sideburns. A miniature camera was hanging on the chest of her coat, faithfully recording every detail of the battle.

The exquisite features are both astonishing and awe-inspiring.

She once wanted to escape the Red Room, but now she yearns to become stronger and follow Matthew to see a wider world.

"We still have a long way to go." Reicher was the calmest among them, but his eyes were also burning with fervor: "You've all read the Book of Dimensions. The current Mephisto is countless times weaker than his original self."

"Hey, the boss is growing, and so are we. Believe in him, and believe in ourselves. Sooner or later we will stand at that height."

Negri nudged Reicher with his elbow, making a crisp "thump" sound on the armor.

"That's right, pressure is the best nutrient for growth," Natasha agreed with Nigley.

Mephisto is strong enough that even an energy projection possesses such power, so what about his true form in Hell?

The thought of it would probably make ordinary people despair.

But they won't.

They are the Astartes and Ravens, a group that Matthew personally poured his heart and soul into building.

Cowardice and retreat are simply not found in them.

If loyalty is a creed, then courage and fearlessness are its underlying qualities.

The conversation between the three drew admiring and surprised glances from Old Carter, who was standing nearby.

He was also mentally assessing what kind of monsters these people were.

How did that human kid manage to train such outstanding warriors?

The number of these warriors must be quite large, right?

With this kind of cohesion, this kind of confidence, and an outstanding leader, Carter believed that this group of people would surely shine brightly in the future.

Old Carter couldn't help but chuckle to himself as he looked at Mephisto, who was locked in a fierce battle with Matthew.

"Mephisto, you've miscalculated. In the future, there will inevitably be a group of people who can oppose you, and the Earth will no longer be the place where you can run rampant as you used to be."

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