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Clang!!

A boom no less than the previous one echoed again in the lecture hall. The violent impact, even after layers of heavy armor and defensive spells, still affected Conrad.

The avenger who sacrificed everything showed a slight change in expression, "Miss Marlowe, this is not good —"

Clang!!!

Feeling the violent impact from behind, the rest of Conrad\'s words were stuffed back into his throat.

Twice, both her arms should have been broken by now, the self-healing ability couldn\'t be this fast, why—

"Why... is she not injured?"

The fifth-stage extraordinary beings who were watching, stared intently at Seraphina\'s slender and perfectly muscled arm.

"...The head of strength, no, the head of strength doesn\'t have this ability, which means, it\'s her own?"

"The degree of her injury indeed has a gradual decay process, weakening? Immunity? Or..."

"It\'s adaptation, her body... that beastly aura, it\'s so strong it\'s about to overflow."

The strong can always capture the key in the shortest time. The beastly aura that Seraphina unabashedly emits during the fight, is constantly showing her chilling ferocity and brutality.

"Beast essence, can a third-stage have this kind of essence control?"

"That\'s not control, but an innate ability."

"...Spiritual essence."

It\'s not just a group, not just the Etheric Academy, the Alchemy Association, the Zero Explorers, independent extraordinary individuals, even Hydral\'s manor, and... the palace at the top of the imperial capital.

"Ansel, Ansel... do you have no sense of security?"

The old empress looked down at the fight that seemed like child\'s play to her, her mouth slightly raised, "You actually want to cultivate such a dangerous creature, be careful that she will devour you clean in the future."

"But, it\'s not incomprehensible."

She raised her hand, touching the young and handsome face in the fire, her cloudy eyes flickering with endless madness and... greed.

"Your power..."

The god who is about to step into the end, seems to see that face, under that body... the surging endless darkness.

"So sweet, so precious, of course it needs... to be well protected."

In the lecture hall, the young beast king has completely adapted to the damage caused by the recoil. Now, she can disregard everything, in the most ferocious and brutal way, use all her strength to deliver each punch.

"What a pity, the last thing you should do is to have a protracted battle with me!"

Seraphina laughed out loud, the unabashed violence and harshness in her laughter made many viewers shudder:

"If you don\'t want to be beaten into a pulp, then fight me now!"

Now, even the crowned ones high above have fallen into silence.

"In other words," someone interjected abruptly, "if she is not slain immediately, and once she acclimates to the damage, is it then over?"

"There are myriad solutions to immortality: space, time, consciousness, senses, soul... As long as her actions can be sealed, that would suffice. At present, it appears that Miss Marlowe\'s methods are severely limited; aside from hand-to-hand combat, she possesses no other means of attack."

"To rephrase, a third-stage could obliterate a formidable fourth-stage monster and also has nearly limitless potential for growth?"

"... I am already endeavoring to alleviate the mood; do not add to everyone\'s stress."

No one wishes to antagonize Hydral, but the current situation presents a rare opportunity for transformation.

It is unknown what will transpire when the moment of Hydral\'s clash with the empress arrives, or even if that day will come sooner than expected. Before that day arrives, who knows what madness will occur.

Yet, these "powerful beings," who stand at the pinnacle of the continent, save for the divine species, are almost all contemplating the occurrence of such a scenario.

It is a tremendous boon that Ansel of Hydral has only one pact head; he may not be able to gather all eight—oh, seven—before that moment arrives.

However, the issue lies in the fact that his sole pact head\'s strength and potential are evidently... excessive.

—This girl, standing over one meter eighty and merely sixteen years old! A few months ago, she couldn\'t even resist the local Baron, and now she can withstand the empress\'s suppression and pulverize fourth-stage forces into the ground!

This is no longer progress; this is a mutation!

Under Hydral\'s seemingly infinite resources, in another two years, will she not be kicking the heads of fifth-tiers around like balls?

The indestructible armor was being blasted inch by inch into a concave shape—against such ironclad defenses, blunt weapons are, of course, infinitely more effective than sharp ones, but who has ever heard of using fists and feet as blunt weapons?

"You still won\'t move, is this what you call a duel like a warrior? Still thinking about how to kill that little one?"

Seraphina\'s eyes gleamed with ferocious malice, and the prey devoid of any desire to counterattack turned her once soaring emotions into irritation and dissatisfaction. Such opportunities to unleash her power were rare... she would not accept leaving this battle empty-handed.

The wolf-beast\'s visage was fierce, her fists and feet like a tempest, the booming like the voice of heaven falling, and the entire steel armor began to deform at a visible rate under her extreme barrage. If Seraphina focused on one point... perhaps the entire armor would have already been shattered!

She even deliberately avoided attacking the weak points marked by the head of wind, because now, unharmed by the recoil, she estimated that it wouldn\'t take long to beat Conrad to death at this high-speed barrage, which was not what Seraphina desired.

"Then you might as well die like a turtle, hammered to death inside your shell!"

Seraphina roared thus, her delicate fists, now impervious to damage, gathered a terrifying force capable of splitting rocks and mountains, and she hurled a punch towards the steel armor already cracked by her blows!

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