"I'm not alone now. I have my brothers and friends," said Ricky.
"Brothers and friends? You think the people behind you are your friends? They are courting death. Do you want to choose the hard way?" one of the strangers asked. Ricky's refusal and resistance infuriated the five young men.
"Leave this fight to me!" Mordechai said fiercely.
Mordechai and the others had no idea that Ricky was alright and his meridians were not really broken. They had assumed that he was hurt so they would not let him fight easily. Ricky didn't plan on correcting them anytime soon. This way, his injuries would be more believable.
"Thank you very much, Mordechai!" Ricky replied, smiling slightly.
Truth was, Ricky and his group weren't paying the five men much heed because their auras told them that their strength was on par with that of the devil race's previous leader they met not long ago.
"Dogs! If you can take the force of my punches, I will he
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ing out all the mantra runes from within.
"My heart has perfectly integrated with my body. The stronger my body is, the firmer my heart will be. It's wishful thinking, you trying to put a curse on my heart. You should know that that won't happen unless your patriarch comes here in person," Mordechai said, his tone and demeanor cold.
"Let me say it again: show me that you can take my punches and I'll help you get the inheritance of Paul!"
Boom! Boom! Boom! Mordechai's body had reached the extremity of this realm with the help of the Sorcerous Combat Body. His physical strength was spreading, causing the entire space to tremble.
"How strong he is! Ricky, looks like his body stronger than yours. Is this the Sorcerous Combat Body, the strongest body in the world?" Jasper exclaimed in awe.
With the power of Eight Diagrams, Jasper had a good perception of the strength of the Sorcerous Combat Body.
"Go attack, my sorcerous fist!"