Chapter 235 - Slaughtering the Infantes (1/2)

The situation in another battlefield was still not optimistic, after those several Infantes left. Although Clara, for the time being, had kept Nattiavelle under her control, she couldn’t get away from Nattiavelle, and couldn’t beat her in a short time.

Lambert was fighting with the three major Magic Mentors of Black Tower, who had already been seriously injured by him. As long as they couldn’t keep up with his speed, he could kill them all.

“Heavenly Stab!”

But the fiercest battle was taken by Wang Bugui. He integrated all the Eight Limits moves into the spear skill he displayed now, brandishing the primordial spear wildly and more and more heavily.

In the state of the forbidden art activated, plus the primordial spear, he was able to suppress Augustus actually.

“Grrr!”

Augustus growled unwillingly. He couldn’t accept the fact that he was suppressed by a human being whose strength was inferior to his own. He poured out the power of anger and kept brandishing the Blood Axe violently.

“Clang! Clang!”

However, Wang Bugui could always prevent it and even hurt Augustus back. His physical body was superior to all the Infantes. He could win them in both speed and strength.

Now that the Eight Limits Universal Order, as well as all kinds of treasures and restrictions of the human body, was completely lifted, the gap of the realm had already been made up. He had even surpassed Augustus, reaching the peak stage of Greater Power Realm.

Although his understanding of the Tao Law was not enough, he could break the ten thousand dharmas with one force when his power reached the absolute peak stage.

“Go to Hell!”

Wang Bugui made a roar and tried his best to wave the long spear. The primordial spear had already been used as a stick by him.

He now didn’t stab it, but directly waved it. The first dozens of moves hit the opponent, forcing his hands to tremble and the blood in his body to tumble.

Then, he suddenly squatted down, swept the long spear violently, directly cutting down the two legs of Augustus and making him fall down to the ground.

Then he leaped to the cloud, shouted angrily, improved his war spirit to the extreme, and poured all his killing intention into the spear.

Finally, he integrated the will of the Emperor Fist into the spear, and dropped down rapidly and heavily with it. The emperor spear, like a meteorite outside the sky, fell to the ground in a flash with terrifying power.

“Rumble!”

A loud sound came, and a small mushroom cloud rose, causing a thousand layers of dust waves on the battlefield, which bounced away the people and vampires within a ten-mile radius. The blazing fire almost submerged the battlefield.

A moment later, when all the splendor was gone, Wang Bugui was seen standing in the center of a huge hole, on the remains of Augustus, with the spear in his hand.

So big, the hole really looked like a crater. The explosion not only turned Augustus into pieces, but also turned his Blood Axe into broken bits.

“Ah! Did, he kill the Third Infante?”

The intense turmoil just now forced all the surrounding battles to cease. People held their breath and concentrated, seeing such an Arabian-Night scene.

“God… God of War!”

Sometime later, somebody shouted in great surprise, which boiled the battlefield. A man’s figure appeared in everyone’s mind involuntarily.

Twelve years ago, the man, like a God of War in golden light, had killed the Infantes with fists and killed all the Blood Slaves with a roar. He finally had had a fierce fight with Dracula, forcing Dracula to use all his strength.

He had tangled with Dracula for a long time, allowing all human beings to escape safely. Then now, after twelve years, people saw this familiar golden figure once again. His son was still strong.

Wang Bugui’s strength was obviously not as powerful as that of Wang Xuanming, but he could still advance through the realm and kill an Infante. What a terrible potential he possessed!

After he grew up, he would become the second God of War, wouldn’t he?

“Humph!”

Wang Bugui paid no attention to the evaluation of others. After confirming that Augustus was already dead, he pulled out the primordial spear, held it in one hand, and looked back at Lambert. His eyes were still blazing, and his combat will hadn’t faded away!

“Whoosh, whoosh. Clang!”

He slowly spun the long spear for two rounds and walked towards Lambert.

“Whiz!”

But while he was taking the second step, a dark shadow rose behind him. He immediately turned back and threw the long spear out, which, however, was blocked by one of Nattiavelle’s clones. And in the next moment, another clone emerged.

After packing away the group of dark red blood, it turned around, dissipated, and returned to Nattiavelle’s body.

“Go back, my spear!”

Wang Bugui raised his hand to recall the long spear back, and then looked coldly at Nattiavelle.

“Killed by a special A-class Blood Hunter, what a waste!” Looking at the group of black blood, Nattiavelle smacked her lips and yelled.

“Don’t say that so easily, because you’ll be killed by me immediately. And at that time, you’ll also become a waste, right?” Clara mocked.

“What?! Kid Washboard, do you really want to die so soon?” Nattiavelle put away her charm, jumped and scolded.

Upon hearing that, Clara made a frown, gritted her teeth, and replied, “What are you talking about, you 800-year-old lady who had hundreds of wrinkles on her withered skin?”

“Boom!”

As Clara’s voice just faded away, the surrounding area of Nattiavelle was suddenly turned into a place of magma. Her eyes glowing red, she moved forward step by step and said angrily, “What, did, you say just now?!”