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"Hahaha, are you kidding? Still looking so arrogant, Sam?" Malte shouted as his Origin Saint aura exploded. "I am a Saint! You\'re just a Divine Soul Transcendent. Do you really think you stand a chance against me?"

"We haven\'t fought yet. And I\'m not that far from your level, Malte. Don\'t forget that I\'ve always beaten you, even when you had a small difference in your favor." The white-haired, serene-looking elder said with no fear in his voice.

Both groups facing each other were quite powerful, generally counting Transcendents among their men.

The only Saint there was Malte, the leader of The Bears sect.

Malte clenched his fists as he heard his rival\'s confident comments, mainly looking at Sam but occasionally glancing at one of the women near the leader of The Gray Eagles.

That blonde woman was Sam\'s wife, whom these two rivals had been vying for her favor for over 150 years.

One of the reasons that Malte was there today was precisely her, who he thought had been his greatest loss during his years of disputes with Sam.

He wanted the power of The Gray Eagles. He wanted to kill Sam and steal his Soul Bone, something he knew this person had since they had both gotten their bones practically together. But what he wanted most of all was to take that woman for himself!

Whether she liked it or not, he intended to absorb Sam\'s Soul Bone at the end of that day and then fuck her!

He had worked hard to get to this day, and as he looked at that two full of determination in his heart, he mischievously grinned, bursting into laughter that spread over several square miles.

"Good! Good, good that you are confident! Seeing the desperation in your eyes when I kill you will be very rewarding!" Malte shouted as he raised his weapon to the sky, indicating his men the moment to act.

"Attack! Kill the bastards in your path! Don\'t leave a single one alive!"

"Ahhhh!"

Immediately after Malte gave the orders, more than 50 people on his side began to run and fly toward the enemies, who were a few miles away from them.

At first, Malte did not run with his men, waiting for the right moment to shock his opponents.

As a Saint, he could manipulate space... How could Sam defend himself against him?

Perhaps the difference in terms of spiritual energy that each could use was not so tremendous, and Sam really was sure that the fight was not decided. But there were considerable differences in terms of skills between a Saint and a Transcendent!

Confident in his victory, Malte let his opponents run against his men, even seeing the lovely Corinna joining the fight.

Both running sides raised their weapons, activating their techniques and skills, quickly turning that great forest into a battlefield.

As the first of theirs crossed paths and clashes began among about 100 people, Malte immediately manipulated space and appeared behind Sam.

"Attacking from behind?"

Malte laughed and continued his attack. "And what\'s in that? Would killing you from the front make any difference?"

"Coward! Even at a higher level, you dare not fight like a man!" Sam shouted as he activated his Soul Bone skill, causing countless ice feathers to appear on his body, shooting them in various directions soon after.

"I could defeat you that way, but I\'d rather kill you quickly, you damned worm!" Malte became much more serious as his eyes and entire body turned red.

"I won\'t follow your rules today, Sam. Goodbye, old rival, this is the end!"

With those words, Malte moved much faster than he usually could, leaving smoke wherever he passed, as if he were a chimney.

As he did so, red flames arose from his body, burning many of the ice feathers flying into his body.I think you should take a look at

The surroundings of the two became scalding hot, preventing any others from joining in this confrontation of the two.

"You bastard!" Sam finally became more nervous, noticing that Malte\'s ability had changed. "You\'ve raised the quality of your Soul Bone!"

But Sam felt an arm hugging his waist before he heard a response, while another surged around his neck.

"Die!" Malte shouted in Sam\'s ear as he stepped out of the spatial distortion he had just used, putting all his strength into holding his opponent while fully activating the evolution of his bone.

With this movement, his body turned into a massive bonfire, raising the temperature in his surroundings even higher as Sam\'s clothes melted.

Sam screamed as he felt this, using as much of his bone as possible to counteract fire with ice.

Unfortunately, this was not an ideal match for him!

As much as the resistance of ice to fire was not small, fire\'s natural enemy was water, not ice.

Given the qualitative difference between his bones and the level of soul cultivation, Sam was at a great disadvantage, noticing an inability to counterattack his rival for the first time in his life.

"Wretch, if you\'re going to kill me, I\'ll do it to you too!" Sam shouted amid his agony and changed his strategy.

Suddenly, the ice covering his body was gone, and Malte\'s flames reached Sam\'s body much more easily.

Malte laughed as he saw this, but soon after, his smile changed as he felt an icy edge poking at his chest.

"You..." He shouted, still holding Sam but feeling a sharp pain in his abdomen.

"Deplorable, son of a bitch!"

"Malte, this is your end! Are you going to kill me? I\'m going to kill you too!" Sam yelled as he focused all his strength to branch the ice blade inside Malte\'s body from the one he had created with all his strength to penetrate this Saint\'s body.

"Nooo!" Corinna screamed as she saw her husband\'s situation, seeing Sam\'s skin on fire while blood dripped from Malte\'s mouth.

Both were badly wounded, but one strongly held the other, attacking with everything they had.

"Malte!"

"Sam!"

BOOOOM!

A few moments later, a large explosion erupted between the clash of these two, causing the fighting still going on in the surrounding area to stop momentarily.

Several bodies were already piling up in the surroundings after minutes of fighting, but there were still ten or so people fighting in that forest.

However, both sides stopped to watch their leaders, noting that the survivor would decide the outcome of the fight.

Corinna looked with tears in her eyes toward that explosion. She saw the smoke from the explosion gradually revealing one silhouette standing but almost fallen and another lying on the ground.

"Hah... Hah... I did it!" A weakened voice came from the person standing as he held a colored bone in his hands, ignoring the injuries all over his body.

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