A Man Like None Other

Unfortunately, his abilities were being suppressed. The portion of both his spiritual energy and the Power of Dragons that he could utilize was very little.

Fiona had just released his aura to resist but was instantly pushed down to the ground by an immense force.

The tremendous pressure caused cracks to appear beneath Fiona’s feet. He lay on the ground, gritting his teeth as his expression became contorted in agony. If it weren’t for his robust physique, Fiona would’ve been reduced to a bloody pulp by then.

Wrey retracted his aura and gazed at Fiona in slight astonishment.

“Is that all you’ve got?” The former furrowed his brows.

With that limited capability, how could Fiona have killed Valentina, let alone Sonyx?

Garthor was also astounded to see Fiona in that state. When he first met Fiona, the latter wasn’t that weak.

“Fiona, enough with the pretense. You can’t be this weak. Are you attempting to deceive us with this fragile act?” Garthor questioned Fiona, his voice filled with doubt and disbelief.

Fiona slowly rose to his feet, a trickle of blood. escaping from the corner of his mouth. However, he chose to remain silent. There was no way he would expose his current condition of having his strength suppressed.

a palm in the man’s direction. A dazzling surge of martial energy surged forward, striking Fiona forcefully in the chest with immense

attempting to activate his Golem Body technique. Golden lights erupted as a layer of shimmering golden scales began to envelop Fiona’s entire body. However, to his dismay, the moment the golden scales formed and enveloped his body, he felt the Power of Dragons quickly dissipating. His body weakened, and the

Bam!

a dozen trees as they snapped and splintered in his path. The momentum carried him until he collided

internal organs churning and

took in the scene in

strength earlier, yet his attack had

scattering. It seems he’s injured, so he couldn’t gather

and activate Golem Body, Hugh couldn’t help but notice that the dissipation of power was not due to Fiona’s inherent weakness. Instead, it seemed that Fiona was unable to concentrate his energy effectively for some unknown

he’s weak or injured or can’t garner his power. Someone must answer for my son’s death. I

power as a Martial Arts Sovereign, the atmosphere around him

sky darkened, and the ground quivered beneath his immense aura. With a single gesture, a colossal palmprint materialized in the air, descending upon Fiona with an overwhelming force, akin to a mountain descending

pressure emanating from the descending palmprint bore down on

him completely, preventing any chance of him rising to his