Great, we're doomed now!

Ye Shou remained silent for a moment, ignoring the oppressive aura, and then said, "You have chosen what you believe to be the right path, and so will I—I will stick to my 'right' beliefs to the very end!"

"That sounds reasonable... although I don't fully understand it either, hmm."

The man nodded to himself; although he admired muscles, he was not stupid.

"Yes, they are different directions, but they are all correct... As long as you follow your own will, that's fine."

After saying that, he seemed to be deep in thought, and suddenly spoke, startling Ye Shou who was trying to escape.

"I don't know what you're going to the tower for, and I have no interest in it, but since you're going there, do you need this?"

The man stretched out his hand, and a crystal rod with a gold relief at its tip appeared in the white light, immediately attracting Ye Shou's attention.

"Flint..."

"Haha, I knew it! You really want this, don't you? You can't find this kind of top-grade flint anywhere else. But it's worthless to me, so it doesn't matter if I give it to you."

"Oh?" Ye Shou was initially delighted, but then became cautious. "It certainly won't be that easy, will it?"

"Of course, if you want to take the commemorative medal from the 'champion,' you should at least play a friendly match, right?"

You have no right to refuse, hahaha!

His loud laughter echoed in the hall. He casually wiped the blood splattered on his face, slammed his fists together in front of his chest, and assumed a fighting stance, his burning gaze fixed firmly on Ye Shou.

"I won't bully you; your current body is enough!"

Come on, try and hit me with your fist!

Ye Shou's expression was subtle: Why does this look like a cutscene... Can we skip it?

There's no need to—

Watch out!

The powerful force of the punch swept over, and the man closed the distance between himself and Ye Shou in an instant.

With his arms crossed, Ye Shou subconsciously took a step back. Immediately afterward, a powerful impact, like that of a locomotive, pierced through his entire body from his arms, and the ground behind him cracked open.

"If you keep dawdling, someone might die!"

Bang!

With a follow-up punch, the man opened Ye Shou's arms and, without any strategy, savagely pounced on him, smashing a headbutt down on Ye Shou's forehead like a cannonball.

Ye Shou's pupils suddenly contracted—

His body reacted instantly, dodging the headbutt by sidestepping, and his right hand stabbed out like a sharp blade, piercing straight into the man's chest and abdomen.

The firm muscles were parted by fingertips, and the needle pierced through the skin to the ribs. With a thrust and a grab, Ye Shou made the man grit his teeth, his eyes wide open, and he looked like he was in extreme pain. His powerful aura was completely dispelled.

For Ye Shou, who possesses the skills of a "human killer" and is highly experienced, battles can often be decided in an instant!

An ordinary person would be completely powerless to fight back if attacked like this; Ye Shou could easily knock out his opponent by activating his power.

However, this is ultimately a battle between monsters—

"what!"

The muscles contracted involuntarily, bursting forth with a resilient force like a metal spring. With his vital points restrained, the man forcefully gathered his energy and unleashed a powerful punch from above!

boom!

A large crater was blasted open in the ground, as if it had been hit by a cannonball, while Ye Shou took advantage of the debris and strong winds to create distance.

"That felt so good! Awesome!"

The man was in excruciating pain, but the contorted expression on his face held an indescribable joy.

"Strength of Dalam, come on!"

Chapter 235 Light is the Bond—

"Champion: Darram!!!"

"Oh oh oh, long live oh oh!"

"Oh, the strongest~~~"

-

I seem to hear cheers again...

He won the championship in his first Ultra Fighting Tournament and was given the title of "Powerful". He also lived up to the name by defeating one monster after another on the battlefield.

Darram is a double champion in both the ring and the battlefield. Every time he wins, he is greeted with a deafening roar of cheers, and then he rushes to the next battlefield amidst flowers and praise to achieve new honors.

Gradually, he became one of the Four Heroes through pure physical skills, shouldering the heavy responsibility of fighting against darkness on the front line.

The long war was incredibly devastating to the spirit, but perhaps due to his naturally thick-skinned nature, Darram, though finding it tedious, did not develop any resistance. Day after day, he remained steadfast in his post, fighting alongside his most trusted comrades.

But from some point onward, the cheers that echoed in his ears gradually weakened and eventually disappeared without a trace. All he could hear on the battlefield were the roars of monsters and the sounds of flesh tearing and bones breaking.

Only then did he realize that many of his comrades had disappeared, and fewer and fewer giants were able to stand on the battlefield.

The humans under their protection had long since given up hope of ultimate victory, abandoning reality and seeking spiritual solace instead.

Humanity will never again cheer for the giants' victory...

Even at this point, Darram still did not give up on his heart of light.

It is not surprising that humans are weak and short-lived, and easily swayed and prone to escapism.

Not all life forms are powerful enough to lift monsters weighing tens of thousands of tons, or to live in space and move freely in the black fog.

They are too fragile, and their way of seeing the world is very different from that of the giants, which allows them to submit or even surrender—that's what the leader said.

Darram wasn't very bright, but he understood the principle.

So after that, he also dutifully protected R'lyeh. Although the troops were gradually becoming strained and support was becoming increasingly scarce, the "Four Heroes" were indeed the strongest among the Titans, and as long as they were united, they could still hold on.

But this fragile balance was soon broken. The moment Dalam saw the statue covered with zigera, he began to doubt everything he had always believed in!

What is the meaning of this battle?

How do you know that what you get in return for your life is the world you want?

The grave of justice may be covered with flowers, but it may also be covered with a pile of dog shit!

Darram continued to fight, but no longer to protect anything; he was simply looking for fun.

Ironically, the more he craved battle, the more numb he became, and the less pleasure he felt, as if he were under some kind of curse... In the end, he just vented his anger and dissatisfaction, and almost lost all sense of happiness.

Ye Shou was someone he hadn't encountered in a long time in this desperate world. He was neither a monster nor a degenerate human, but a worthy opponent to fight!

--boom!

The force traveled through his muscles to his bones, causing his whole body to tremble. The blood flowing through him became as active as a torrent, making the man literally "blood boil"!

"Ora!"

The iron fist struck straight at his chest, causing Daram to take a half step back. But he held his breath and focused his mind, immediately grabbing Ye Shou's right arm and raising his foot to kick Ye Shou's shinbone.

However, Ye Shou made unexpected progress, bending forward and bending his knees, not only avoiding the kick but also throwing his entire body into Darram's arms, lowering his shoulders and elbows—

Bang!

Just like being head-on hit by Golza, Daram felt a tightness in his chest and was sent flying three meters off the ground, but he still landed firmly on the ground without falling down.

"Hmm... as expected, he's no ordinary person."

Exhaling a breath of hot air, Darram gasped for air, unable to suppress a wide grin, black stripes appearing on his face, his aura suddenly rising to a new level.

"Now I'm going to get serious!"

"it is good!"

Ye Shou nodded solemnly, and after assuming a fighting stance, pure ripple energy began to flow throughout his body, tapping into the potential of his life energy—in Daram's eyes, Ye Shou's body became increasingly "dazzling".

"This is really... Are you sure you're not a giant?"

As he spoke, Daram launched a flying kick, which Ye Shou dodged and slammed into the ground, sending up countless pebbles.

With a sidestep, Daram looked at Ye Shou and pounced fiercely without thinking.

A golden light flashed in Ye Shou's eyes. Instead of retreating, he advanced, his fists wrapped in solid golden ripples, and fiercely met the attack!

boom--!

Darkness and ripples collided violently, producing a dull thud. The shockwave exploded outwards from the two of them, scattering rubble and bloodstains across the ground.

Darram roared, his arm muscles bulging, and dark power circulated autonomously beneath his skin, passively strengthening his power.

Its surging power, a heavy swing punch, brought with it a fierce wind pressure!

Ye Shou crouched and slid forward, golden ripples exploding beneath his feet, providing instantaneous explosive power. He pressed forward, his hand blade covering the thin ripples, sharp as a scalpel, slashing fiercely across Daram's leg.

"Ugh!" Darram grunted, his dark energy defending itself, clashing with the golden light and sparking dazzling flames.

With his other hand, he spread his fingers wide, and dark power condensed into a claw at his fingertips, grabbing at Ye Shou's face with an aura that seemed to tear everything apart.

Ye Shou reacted extremely quickly, crossing his arms to block in front, golden light condensing into a shield.

Sizzle—!

The dark claws scraped against the golden shield, producing a piercing, teeth-grinding sound. The ground beneath their feet couldn't withstand the force and cracked inch by inch.

"Eek! That's exhilarating!" Darram laughed wildly, his attacks becoming increasingly ferocious. His fists, feet, elbows, and knees all became weapons, and dark power followed him like a shadow. Every strike was powerful and heavy, as if it would destroy the entire side hall.

Ye Shouze felt as if he were in the midst of a raging storm. His movements were agile and his steps precise. Although he could clearly sense that his opponent's brute strength was greater than his own, it was not to the point that he could not cope with it.

His fighting style is more like highly efficient and deadly martial arts, combining the enhancement and burst of Ripple energy to often avoid heavy blows at the last second, and then counterattack from a more tricky angle.

Darram, on the other hand, is skilled in boxing and wrestling. Perhaps due to his long-term battles with monsters, he prefers powerful, armor-piercing punches. However, in Ye Shou's eyes, this is too much for him. Ye Shou can always catch the end of Ye Shou's power-up, preventing him from getting into his own rhythm during the fight.

The golden ripples were sometimes as gentle and yielding as flowing water, and sometimes as fierce and powerful as thunder, constantly colliding with and eroding the dark power of Darram, exploding into clusters of energy halos in the dim corridor.

"It hurts so much... Again!" Daram rubbed his aching chest, feeling the golden energy penetrating his body like steel needles constantly drilling into his flesh. It wasn't unbearable, but it was extremely irritating.

But for some reason, he seemed to have rediscovered the joy of fighting, even though he was always being beaten, it was much more enjoyable than before.

"...It's so annoying!"

It felt like mosquitoes were crawling into his ears, and static echoed in his mind. Daram roared, venting all the resentment that had been building up for so long, and charged towards Ye Shou like a chariot.

"Tornado Impact!"

"The movements are too exaggerated!"