As a villain, I really can't become stronger anymore

Rumble!

Ron's iron fist fell towards Hefferson's head below.

Without any reservation and with the help of the law of force, the destructive power of Ron's punch was so great that it was despairing. Even before the fist hit Hefferson's head, the overwhelming pressure had already fallen.

With a loud roar, the solid ground around Hefferson's location collapsed.

In an instant, smoke and dust rose up.

But even though the smoke and dust were raging in the air, it was completely unable to block Ron and Hefferson's sight. Ron could even clearly see the hideous distortion on Hefferson's face and the scarlet bloodshot in his eyes.

It is no exaggeration to say that Ron's fist carries the power of heaven and earth.

With this punch, not only will the galaxy turn upside down, but the mountains will at least collapse and the earth will crack.

Almost all the elves living in the surrounding area came out, staring at the movements here with confusion in their eyes. They could clearly see every movement on the battlefield, but they could not understand the confrontation between Ron and Heferson at all.

Ron's movements were not fast at all, they could even be said to be very slow, extremely slow, as slow as a snail, and every inch of movement seemed to take a long time.

How much power can such a slow fist exert even if it really hits someone?

How powerful is Heferson? Could it be that Heferson can't dodge such a slow attack? Why does this high priest who is usually arrogant and domineering in the Forest of Elves and doesn't care about anyone have such a serious expression?

Why didn't he have any intention of dodging, but just stood there motionless, staring at Ron with his eyes wide open?

Is this really a conflict between masters?

Even a fight between street hooligans would be more interesting than this, right?

I can’t understand it. I really can’t understand it.

What was even more difficult to understand was that after staring at the battle in front of them for a little longer, they even felt that everything they saw began to take on an indescribable distortion. Even their own souls became somewhat unstable, and their chests and abdomens began to churn inexplicably, and they had an urge to vomit violently.

Crunch, crunch, crunch...

Hefferson was struggling to gain control of his body.

With excessive force, the bones of the body rubbed against each other, making an extremely unpleasant sound.

Heferson naturally didn't care about the thoughts of the stupid elves around him. They had no idea how terrible Ron's attack this time was.

First, time stood still.

This guy Ron froze the time around him, making it impossible for him to react at all in a short period of time.

Then, an iron fist came down.

Yes, Ron's fist was indeed very slow.

Under normal circumstances, Heferson would not take this level of attack seriously. He could easily avoid it by just leaning sideways. He might even not need to lean sideways. After all, the opponent's attack was too slow. It would take an unknown amount of time for it to hit his forehead.

However, Ron's attack this time was completely different.

The slowly falling fist was wrapped with unparalleled power, and the overwhelming pressure instantly enveloped him. Even with Heferson's strength, he could not avoid being locked and suppressed.

From all directions, there was extremely terrifying energy, which was madly squeezing Heferson's body, making him unable to move at all, and even depriving him of control of his body.

Even though Heferson had experienced all kinds of ups and downs in his life, this was the first time he had fought against a master of Ron's level. He had never met anyone who could force him to this extent.

Seeing Ron's iron fist getting closer and closer to him, Heferson seemed to have seen his head and body disappearing into ashes under Ron's fist.

Even his soul felt a strong threat.

It was under the stimulation of this strong threat that Hefferson actually managed to gain control of his body bit by bit. The fingers of his right hand trembled suddenly, and the next moment, his entire right hand slowly raised up and rushed towards Ron's fist that was smashing down from mid-air.

Finally, a punch and a palm collided in mid-air.

boom!

Obviously, both of them were moving very slowly, but at the moment when their fists and palms collided, a roar like thunder erupted.

At the same time, a circle of translucent impact instantly spread out in all directions.

Wherever the impact occurred, the space was distorted.

With the position of the two people as the center, a large area around, whether it was a tree that three people hugged, or a boulder that was one person high, everything was instantly turned into powder, and even the thick soil on the ground was lifted up layer by layer.

It was not until he caught Ron's punch that Hefelson finally understood how terrifying the energy contained in Ron's fist was. Hefelson only felt a stream of hot air flowing through his palm and instantly spread throughout his body.

His whole body sank suddenly and fell again, with most of his body submerged in the mud.

On the right arm, strips and pieces of flesh, skin and tendons were peeled off from the arm layer by layer almost in an instant, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

A white arm bone was completely exposed to everyone.

The next moment, with a puff, even the snow-white arm bone was shattered, turning into countless fine dust and blown away by the wind.

And Ron's expression also changed slightly.

At the moment his palm touched Heferson's, Ron felt an extremely evil energy that penetrated directly into his body. A dark red murderous aura instantly surged in his body, and his mind fell into an indescribable fluctuation. A crazy, brutal desire to destroy and kill surged into his heart.

The originally normal and handsome face became distorted and hideous.

Ron knew that this was the erosion and pollution released from Hefferson.

No... that's not right. This is not Heferson's own power. This is the power Heferson borrowed from the evil god behind him.

He was clearly already a powerful being at the level of Destruction, yet he was contaminated in a split second. Although he couldn't really identify who this evil god was, there was no doubt that he was much more powerful than the Father God Alecia.

Ron didn't dare to immerse himself in this kind of pollution for too long. Once his mind lost control, even he himself couldn't guarantee what would happen.

Taking a deep breath, Ron quickly stepped back.

As soon as the body stopped, the power of dawn filled the body, gradually expelling the strong pollution from the body bit by bit, and the mind gradually returned to normal.

After calming down, Ron looked around with a frown on his face.

The previous impact has gradually subsided, and the rolling smoke and dust in the sky has returned to the ground. Looking around, the originally dense forest has turned into a huge desert.

The densely packed big trees in the jungle, along with the wooden houses on the trees, had all disappeared under the previous impact.

Even the fallen leaves, dead branches, soil, and boulders on the ground had all disappeared completely. At this moment, as far as Ron could see, there were only fine grains of sand and dust.

Just by looking at this picture, one can imagine how terrible the damage caused by the battle between Ron and Hefferson was.

The elves who originally lived nearby had already fled the moment the impact occurred when Ron and Heferson took action. They ran as far as they could. Otherwise, there would probably be a lot of corpses around here.

No, not even the corpse can be left behind.

The remains and souls would probably be destroyed by the violent impact just now.

In places farther away, because the impact gradually weakened, the damage caused was not as exaggerated as here, but a large number of trees fell, and the dead branches and fallen leaves on the ground were swept away.

I could faintly hear some rustling sounds, which I guessed were the elves escaping at the fastest speed.

Ron's guess was correct. It was indeed the elves, including Carol and Mirabelle. They came out from the deeper part of the woods. When they saw the vast desert that appeared out of nowhere and shone with a hazy white luster under the moonlight, they were all stunned and their faces were stiff. They didn't know how to describe the shock and fear in their hearts.

Just because of a fight between Ron and Heferson, a desert was created in the Forest of Elves?

It's just a fight, do you have to be so scary?

If Ron and Heferson really fought a life-and-death battle in the Elf Forest regardless of everything, wouldn't the Elf Forest be completely destroyed?

So strong?

No one could understand the shock in their hearts, except Carol and Mirabelle, who looked at each other and could see the relief and joy in each other's eyes. Originally, they only knew that the master was very strong, but no one knew how strong he was.

But now, looking at the figure under the moonlight, they finally understood that at least Mr.'s strength was definitely not inferior to Heferson's.

At the same time, Ron also looked at Hefferson.

There was something wrong with this guy. Ron had clearly shattered this guy's right arm, along with all the bones and flesh, but in just such a short period of time, all the injuries on Heferson's body had healed.

Apart from the disappearance of the sleeve, there was no trace of scar on the arm. This healing ability was comparable to Philomena's law of regeneration.

This guy probably has mastered similar laws.

This is an ability that even Ron envied. Without the Heart of the Goddess of Dawn, even he would not be able to possess such an exaggerated healing ability.

Thinking of the pollution and erosion that even he himself could not resist, Ron had to admit that this guy Heferson was really very dangerous and difficult to deal with. Although his realm was not as good as Patridge, in Ron's opinion, this guy might be more difficult to deal with than Patridge.

While Ron was staring at Hefferson, Hefferson was also staring at Ron.

There was a hint of surprise in Hefferson's eyes.

When he and Ron fought for the first time, the two were evenly matched. He thought that after so much time had passed, his strength had improved greatly and it would be easy to suppress Ron, but he didn't expect that they were still evenly matched.

Ron swung his arms and showed a slightly exaggerated smile on his face: "Tsk tsk tsk, Mr. Heferson, it's been a long time since we last met. Is this how you entertain an old friend? If someone who doesn't know sees this, they would think we are enemies."

Heferson's lips trembled slightly, and he seemed a little surprised. How could there be such a shameless person in the world?

old friend?

They have only met once, they are far from being old friends, right?

What's more, that punch you just threw at me clearly showed that you were trying to kill me.

Even if they are not enemies, I'm afraid the relationship won't be much better, right?

Of course, just like Ron didn't want to completely break up with Heferson when neither of them could kill the other, Heferson also didn't want to completely break up with Ron, and at least they had to maintain basic decency.