King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 641 - 641 636 Plowing the Ground with Ones Face

Chapter 641: Chapter 636: Plowing the Ground with One’s Face Chapter 641: Chapter 636: Plowing the Ground with One’s Face On the peak of a barren snowy mountain, there was a momentous collision between two formidable beings, each soaring to over one hundred and twenty meters. Each impact rippled out energy waves, instantly oblumbing any glaciers they came into contact with. In their wake destruction reigned, as if they had unleashed a powerful force to crumble all in their path.

“Brother-in-law, I have a rather fantastic idea.” Muria slammed his fist into the thought-to-be diaphanous face of the Blazing Sky God Descendant. Yet, in the same instance, his brother-in-law reciprocated the action unyieldingly, leaving his abdomen with an indelible mark.

Both individuals grunted in agony and quickly retreated, sweeping the blizzard back with them over a distance of nearly ten kilometers. Ilvestar shook his head, feeling a bit dizzy from Muria’s all-out punch. If not for the protection of the helmet, the force behind Muria’s punch could have easily fractured his cheekbone.

“Go ahead.” Ilvestar’s eight wings flapped, instantaneously melting seven glaciers beneath him. However, once the steam reached a certain altitude, it would freeze back into frost and snow, scattering daintily down onto the white landscape.

“Let’s leave our weapons and armors aside for a good old-fashioned brawl. It sounds more exciting that way.” Muria looked at his brother-in-law, regardless of the price he’d have to pay he yearned to pummel his face, thinking it’d make him feel better.

“Good idea. Just like it’s unsatisfying to beat you up through your legendary armor, I feel the same.” Ilvestar shared the sentiment as the force he could exert was greatly reduced by Muria’s Saintly Imperial Abyss armor. However, to be able to land a full-strength punch directly on him, that would be utterly gratifying.

“Let’s get this armor off then!” Muria laughed boisterously. His Saintly Imperial Abyss armor disintegrated, retracting back into him, revealing his near-perfect Titan body in the snowy peak’s chilling winds.

“That’s more like it.” Muria smiled broadly as his brother-in-law discarded his armor too. His golden dragon wings unfolded and he rushed swiftly towards his brother-in-law, faking a move to dodge his brother-in-law’s arm, grabbing his hair and pulling him down to the ground, while his wings fluttered, plunging his brother-in-law towards the earth below at breakneck speed.

Boom – rumble – – – – –

Continuous sounds of glaciers crumbling and collapsing echoed as Muria slammed his brother-in-law’s head onto an ancient glacier that had remained frozen for millennia. Not even a breath’s worth of time had passed before the glacier sublimated away, leaving nothing behind.

Deeming that insufficient, Muria swept Ilvestar’s head downwards into the base of the glacier, creating a gorge nearly a hundred meters deep and forty-plus kilometers long with a booming rumble.

“Ha ha!” Gazing down at the trench he’d plowed with his brother-in-law’s face, a proud grin spread across Muria’s countenance. He felt a wave of satisfaction wash over him.

“You bastard!” Ilvestar was livid. Being used as a plow was humiliating, to say the least. Even though he’d landed hundreds of punches on Muria’s chest and abdomen, causing his insides to cave in, his resentment didn’t dissipate. Experiencing pain on his face meant something altogether different from pain elsewhere on his body.

“How was that, brother-in-law?” Laughing heartily, Muria let go and swiftly retreated. The fist that had been holding down his brother-in-law had been seared and couldn’t withstand the heat any longer. Evidently, his brother-in-law was on the cusp of going berserk.

The Dragon Flames blazed on Muria’s chest and abdomen as he tried to heal and mend himself, rebuilding his skeletal structure and rapidly regenerating his inner organs. Muria’s terrifying powers as a Legendary Super Being were on full display as his injuries healed at a pace that was clearly discernible.

“Not bad, but I think it’s your turn.” Ilvestar arose, his face engulfed in flames. Based on Muria’s deductions, Ilvestar’s face must’ve been severely disfigured and many of his bones would’ve worn down substantially. However, none of this mattered, as when the Blazing God Flames retreated, a flawless countenance appeared before Muria, seemingly unaffected by earlier damage.

“Round two!” Muria attempted to repeat his maneuver and create another gorge, but Ilvestar, now on guard, wasn’t planning to give him the opportunity. As soon as Muria attempted to get close and personal, Ilvestar gripped him fiercely. Pulling off a judo-like flip, he flung Muria onto the icy ground, causing an enormous snowslide as the mountain range crumbled and the ice around a ten-kilometer radius shattered.

Since the location was barren, devoid of creatures, the rippling effect of Muria and Ilvestar’s encounters didn’t cause massive destruction or cost innumerable lives.

“It’s your turn, Muria!” With a satisfied grin, Ilvestar looked down at Muria, who had plunged into the heart of the glacier, drilling a well over three thousand meters deep. Despite countless exhibitions of satisfaction, Ilvestar’s desire for revenge mutated. He went on to join Muria at the bottom of the well, ready to assault Muria’s face once again.

Muria reacted swiftly to Ilvestar’s advance and delivered a fierce kick to his face, causing his bearded head to rock backward as he spluttered flames and blood. Despite having been kicked, however, Ilvestar managed to land a punch on Muria.

The battle was an equal playing field. Each adversary rendered almost identical damage to the other. As Muria had initiated the face-off, the onslaught that commenced was primarily aimed at the opponent’s face, an attempt to inflict maximum humiliation.

The battle between Muria and Ilvestar instigated cataclysmic destruction atop the desolate, rocky peaks. Glaciers crumbled, frost melted, and as the duel went on, the mountains standing tall at over ten thousand meters above sea level were brutally razed by a thousand meters. Consequently, runoff from melting snow transformed into torrents, only to be quick-frozen by the frigid chill into ice.

“Why did you two start fighting again? And how dare you do it without me!” Michaela, who had realized the two were MIA, used her spectacular sensory abilities to trace them. Upon finding them duking it out in all glory and the added surprise of seeing them do so without armor, she joined the fray despite herself.

She didn’t spare a thought about trying to break up the fight. To her, the more intense the battle, the better.

“So, you’re fighting without armor? Well, count me in.” Michaela’s face lit up with excitement as she disposed of her armor. Her ten wings flapped, propelling her at lightning speed into the ongoing battle between Muria and Ilvestar.

Michaela’s pretty fists met Muria and Ilvestar’s bodies, knocking them both into the snow, causing a rather undignified scene…

The fight thus came to an anticlimactic end. Neither Muria nor Ilvestar could bring themselves to harm Michaela. Especially not in each other’s presence…