The Legend of Innate Mage

"Who? The spiritual potentates of your Wild Purple Devil tribe?" Ricky asked, looking unimpressed.

"Actually, you guessed it right. They were the spiritual potentates of our tribe," Ronan replied with a wicked sneer. "My patriarch was one of them who defeated Adrian. His flesh and blood had been in our tribe's possession since then.

After all, that was a great spiritual potentate's flesh and blood. We kept it close to our chest for eons, and it was not until this era that circumstances changed. That is—we found his inheritance.

To take control of it, I have integrated his flesh and blood."

"Don't even dream about it!" Ricky firmly refuted his statement. "Today, you're not going to leave this place alive! And we will take Adrian's flesh and blood back from you!"

Boom! Boom! Boom! As soon as he finished speaking, his body unleashed a surging power, and his four mutants immediately burst out. It bounced back Ronan's physical strength like it was child's play.

"What?! You have multiple mutants! There is really a creature who possesses multiple mutants!" When Ronan saw Ricky's power, he could only gape at the spectacle in shock.

But from his words, Ricky gathered that his opponent had heard of someone with multiple mutants before.

"Were you the one who fought with Scales?" asked Ronan out of curiosity.

"Oh, I think I know who you are referring to. Wow! I haven

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ll his might. The sound of metal colliding rang in the air.

After that, just as Evil Mandragora told them, Ronan used the momentum of the first punch to throw the second punch. Ricky could feel that this second punch was far stronger than the first one Ronan had unleashed.

"Massacring Holy Pattern!"

With a deep breath, Ricky steadied his stand and condensed the Massacring Holy Pattern. Three hundred Massacring Holy Patterns instantly poured out of his head, hooked up with the golden body, and reinforced it to protect him.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The next moment, violent airwaves plunged the whole place into darkness and chaos.

Once the dust and debris dissipated and the energy waves receded, the golden body fused with the Massacring Holy Patterns became visible. It had been forced only a few steps back, and Ronan's fist had left a light imprint on it. Besides those marks, it looked unscathed.

Seeing this, Ronan became more furious, and a dark look flashed in his eyes.

The defense Ricky had used was phenomenal! It was a smart and powerful defensive move that impressed Ronan despite himself.

However, since he had thrown two punches, he had to make sure his third one counted. This would be his devil fist. With these thoughts, his momentum soared to its peak. Of course, he had done so on purpose, as it would certainly affect his last strike and add more power to it.