Life After Prison

Severin’s formidable physical power promptly destroyed Zia’s attack, and the remaining traces of energy struck Zia without seemingly any diminished point in view.

That punch carried the weight of a mountain, and the surging energy delivered a powerful blow to Zia’s chest as he penetrated the defensive aura in front of him.

The counterattack caught Zia by surprise, and he could feel several ribs breaking. An unbearable pain seared through his internal organs, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Despite realizing that something was amiss, Zia doubled down on his efforts and retreated several dozen feet to create a distance between himself and Severin.

That confrontation, though brief, made him aware of Severin’s terrifying physical prowess. Energy as potent as that of the surrounding energy, coupled with a power comparable to that of a real dragon, left Zia in awe.

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he cursed to himself and said, “Damn it! He’s not a supreme saint!”

Even a supreme saint who had specialized in physical training was, at most, as strong as a mediocre-quality spiritual treasure.

However, Severin’s physical strength had already surpassed that.

Zia could sense a fluctuation of power that surpassed tens of thousands of kilograms! It was shocking, to say the least! His strength had gone beyond what ordinary supreme saints could be expected to possess.

Zia concluded that Severin must be at least a level two paragon like himself. That no doubt came as an even greater surprise because Severin’s attainment was only at level eight supreme saint back at the Artic Heights.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

In others words, Severin had broken through from the level eight supreme saint to level two paragon within two months.

A breakthrough a month was unheard of. Such as feat could not have been possible, even for a prodigy. Although Zia doubted that line of reasoning, the pain from his wound was an affirmation that his guess was correct.

A supreme saint could not have inflicted an injury to a level two paragon like him with mere physical strength.

Zia was an experienced person, yet he was still unnerved by it.

After witnessing Zia’s fight and observing his comrade’s injury, Hasa’s expression took a sudden turn for the worse. He deduced that Severin was much stronger than a supreme saint, deciding at once that he had to leave Sian’s side to lend Zia a hand.

In mid-air, Hasa retrieved a five-foot-long golden sword from his energy core. It had the aura of a superior-quality spiritual treasure and exuded a strong malevolent aura.

Hasa wielded the spiritual treasure and initiated his attack, slashing down to unleash hundreds of golden sword beams.

Each of these beams extended hundreds of feet, and they resembled bright golden lines slicing through the sky. The malevolent energy within could make any enemy’s scalp tingle.

The strong aura emanating from it tore the surrounding space apart and created huge rifts in the void.

Severin sneered at the onslaught of the sharp sword beams and remarked calmly, “Bold of you to challenge me with this insignificant little technique!”

The sky soon turned bright as Severin raised his fist and unleashed his radiant True-Sun Fist. Hasa’s several hundred sword beams were swatted away and reduced to flickers of light before they could even approach Severin.