Cheng Zhihong's eyes widened. He stared at the explosion, which resembled a small mushroom cloud, and at the figure sent flying out from within the smoke.
That was... Yi Beidou!!
Cheng Zhihong's jaw dropped.
He could see that Yi Beidou's power had been climbing at an unbelievable rate, as if without limit. In that last instant, the aura he had unleashed had even suppressed the Alchemist's.
But after that one strike, the one sent flying was still Yi Beidou?!
HRAAAGH!!
A furious roar echoed from within the smoke. The sound wave and airflow erupted, instantly clearing the dust and revealing the state of the battlefield.
Amidst a field of cracks, the Alchemist stood at the epicenter of the destruction. He was spattered with blood, and his entire right arm hung limply at his side. The skin was torn open, revealing mangled tissue beneath. It was a gruesome, horrifying sight.
