Chapter 2488
“Huh?”
Seeing this, Jeffrey frowned.
It was one thing for Father Adam to have strong defense, but his rapid recovery was alarming.
“Interesting… This is getting more and more interesting.”
Father Adam grinned, his expression becoming increasingly crazed, his eyes full of heat: “You excite me now; I can’t control myself anymore. Come on, my prey, let me tear you to pieces!”
As soon as he finished speaking, Father Adam spread his arms, revealing sharp claws, and then charged at Jeffrey with a fanatical fervor.
At a glance, Father Adam looked like a crazed beast on the hunt, completely different from his initial gentleness.
“Stubborn!”
Jeffrey snorted coldly and, no longer holding back, turned into a golden light, rushing straight at Father Adam.
Since reasoning doesn’t work, fists will have to suffice.
“Bang!”
A loud noise echoed.
As expected, the two figures, one black and one gold, collided heavily, and then engaged in a fierce battle.
They punched and kicked, fully immersed in the fight, with neither willing to concede.
“Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang…”
As the two figures fought fiercely, the explosions grew louder and more frequent, like firecrackers.
Waves of energy ripples whizzed out like ever-growing waves, one after another.
In the ring, their movements were incredibly fast, each move leaving behind trails of afterimages.
The audience below could barely make out the two figures, one black and one gold, interweaving and colliding, unable to judge the situation.
“So fast! My eyes can’t keep up!”
“Damn! I didn’t expect the priest to fight so fiercely. Under the relentless attacks of the calm heart, he can still hold his ground for so long.”
“Although we can’t clearly see their actions, with the Arhat Golden Robe, there is a limit. With the meditation’s body and supernatural power, victory is inevitable!”
The meditation of the meditation could not lose.
Suddenly, Father Adam’s shoulders shook slightly, and he immediately returned to normal.
Then, as if nothing had happened, he rushed forward again with a grim smile, fighting with a desperate fervor.
“Why can’t this guy be killed?” Venerable Jeffrey frowned, his face turning grim.
He had severely injured Father Adam hundreds of times, but no matter how serious the injury, Father Adam would recover quickly, his vitality disturbingly resilient.
So far, Jeffrey hadn’t gained any advantage.
Although he was protected by the Arhat Golden Robe and remained unharmed, if the fight continued like this, the situation would only deteriorate. His physical strength and internal energy were nearing their limits.
