Mulder knew Warrick had been on the battlefield for years, and his physical strength was unmatched. On top of that, he was already halfway to becoming an ultimate grandmaster.
Even if Warrick couldn’t defeat the prodigious Logan, Mulder figured the difference wouldn’t be too big.
But he never expected Logan to take down Warrick with a single finger, leaving him severely injured and unable to stand. The difference in their strength was far beyond anything Mulder could have imagined.
In other words, Logan had been toying with them from the start and didn’t take the fight seriously. If he had, they would’ve all been dead.
Warrick clutched his chest and coughed up blood as he staggered to his feet. His chest was a charred ruin, the flesh torn open and slick with blood. It was an awful, gory mess.
“I didn’t expect you to be this strong. I underestimated you,” he growled.
He slowly raised his head, and his face twisted with a menacing look. “Guess I was just unlucky to fall into your hands today.
Go ahead, make it quick. Just finish me off.
True to his nature, even if he couldn’t win, he’d rather die than beg for mercy.
“Don’t worry. I’m not going to kill you yet. You’re still useful,” Dustin said.
With a flick of his wrist, three silver needles instantly shot out and pierced three of Warrick’s vital pressure points.
Warrick’s body shuddered, and he immediately went limp. His limbs became weak, and he couldn’t even move a finger.
“What did you do to me?” Warrick shouted.
He was shocked and enraged when he realized he was immobilized. Even worse, his internal energy had been completely sealed. Now, he was entirely powerless and completely at Dustin’s mercy.
“Why are you panicking? I’ve only sealed your cultivation,” Dustin said coolly.
He stepped forward and was about to grab Warrick when something strange happened.
Suddenly, a blood-red light flickered in the night sky. At first, it was barely noticeable, like one of the countless stars. But in a heartbeat, the glow expanded hundreds of times and transformed into a blood-red moon.
The moon fell rapidly and grew larger every passing second, its tail trailing behind in fiery red flames. At a glance, it resembled a falling star that signaled impending disaster.
Thunder rumbled through the sky’as the blood-red moon passed overhead.
Wherever it went, the winds and clouds churned violently. The air seemed to warp around its presence. A terrifying, overwhelming force descended from the sky and landed at the center of the dock.
At that instant, within a 300-foot radius, the sea froze, the winds came to a halt, and even time seemed to stop.
Warrick and Mulder felt their breath catch like an enormous weight pressing down on their chests. They couldn’t move or feel their heartbeats. It was as if they had become mere figures in a painting-lifeless objects trapped in a frozen moment.
“Hmm?”
Dustin slowly lifted his head. As he gazed up at the falling blood-red moon, he felt a weight of pressure. He quickly raised his hand and formed a protective barrier above his head.
The next second, the massive blood-red moon, nearly 30 feet in diameter, crashed into the barrier with a loud explosion.
The ground shook violently as a shockwave of immense energy rippled outward from the impact. The once-frozen sea erupted into chaos, and the still winds morphed into a violent storm.
Warrick and the others, unable to move, were tossed through the air like ragdolls. They were blown more than 30 feet away and slammed hard into the ground. Their already serious injuries worsened.
Compared to the terror that had once gripped their hearts, they found themselves oddly more accustomed to their current state. At least now, they knew they were still alive.
However, when the blood-red moon crashed down, they felt as though they were doomed.
The energy wave flattened everything at the dock. Several fishing boats docked near the shore were instantly torn apart and shattered into scraps.
When the dust finally settled, what unfolded before Warrick and the others left them horrified.
Where the blood-red moon had just crashed, a massive crater-about 100 feet in diameter-had formed.
Dustin, who had stood at the center earlier, had vanished as if he had evaporated into thin air.
At the same time, a figure that seemed almost godlike hovered above the crater.
The figure was clad in red armor that resembled fish scales, and his frame was extremely imposing. With a rugged face and long, wavy hair, he held a golden trident.
As he hovered in midair, his eyes-blue like the depths of the ocean-gazed down at them with an impassive gaze that seemed to disregard everyone equally.
“Hmm?”
When Mulder saw the figure’s face, his eyes widened in disbelief. Ignoring his injuries, he dropped to his knees and bowed his head in deep respect.
He spoke in a tone full of reverence.” Mulder at your service, Lord Poseidon.”
“What? He’s Poseidon?” Warrick’s entire body tensed as shock and excitement surged through him.
Poseidon-one of the four royal gods of the Hall of Gods-was a legendary powerhouse, an ultimate grandmaster, and a true pillar of strength.
Warrick never expected that such a legendary figure would come to his aid in West Lucozia. A sigh of relief escaped him as a wave of joy washed over him.
He was saved!
With Poseidon’s arrival, Warrick had nothing to fear-not Logan nor the entire army of West Lucozia.
