Chapter 4791
A terrifying burst of power erupted outward.
At that instant, Adrian launched a powerful punch, meeting his opponent's fist head-on.
The clash generated a shockwave, sending sparks flying in every direction.
The Holy Son fixed a cold glare on Adrian and roared, "Brat, let's see how you die this time!"
He relished the idea of watching Adrian fall, convinced the moment of his enemy's defeat had finally arrived.
He intended to hurl Adrian off the staircase, forcing him into a state of utter despair—a fate worse than death.
The pressure crushing down on Adrian far exceeded what the Holy Son himself could withstand.
The destructive force around them felt capable of pulverizing a mountain into dust.
Yet Adrian remained unfazed. A cold, indifferent smile played on his lips. "Is that so? Do you really think you'll win with such petty tricks?"
To Adrian, the Holy Son was a mere nuisance. Without his powerful connections, he wouldn't even warrant a passing glance.
Had the Holy Son know
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