Chapter Eighty-Six: One Peach, Three Warriors (Part One)

"Watch out, enemy attack!"

In the stronghold, the Evil God fighter at the pinnacle of Silver rank was the first to notice something amiss. As he warned the others, he gathered cosmic power in his hand and hurled a punch at the streak of green light falling from the sky.

Boom!

An orange-red radiance burst from his fist and collided with the green streak that Mayura had become, exploding into a dazzling spray of sparks.

But Mayura was not injured. Her momentum was simply canceled by the impact.

She somersaulted backward in midair and landed lightly.

Yin Seventeen, meanwhile, took advantage of the distraction Mayura had created and descended into the stronghold with complete composure.

"A Saint Fighter?"

Seeing the silver armor on his body, the Evil God fighters in the stronghold immediately recognized his identity.

"Die!"

The Silver-rank Evil God fighter then concentrated his power in his hand and struck out once more, sending another orange-red radiance toward Yin Seventeen.

It was the gale of a fist, a fist wind wrapped in cosmic power!

Faced with that blow, Yin Seventeen was instantly driven into a place of certain death with no hope of survival.

The gap between them was simply too great.

A fighter at the peak of Silver rank possessed speed approaching the speed of light, more than 880,000 times the speed of sound.

With only a mere 150,000 times the speed of sound, he could not possibly evade it, nor could he block it.

Death was about to descend.

At that very instant, Mayura, clad in green armor, flashed in front of him.

She spread her fingers and calmly caught the orange radiance.

The radiance smashed against her palm, shattering into countless motes of light and vanishing into the air, unable to shake her even slightly.

"Your opponent is me, not him!" Mayura crushed the remnants of the radiance in her hand and said coldly to her foe.

His attack had been stopped, and the Silver-rank Evil God fighter was first taken aback. But when he saw the black veil over Mayura's eyes, he could not help bursting into laughter.

"So a mere blind woman dares speak such grand words? How ridiculous! Hahaha!"

Mayura did not grow angry. Without the slightest trace of emotion, she said, "In a moment, you'll know whether I was boasting."

Because of her eyes, she was often underestimated, but she had long since grown used to it. She would no longer let such trifles disturb her heart.

The outcome would prove everything for her.

At the same time, Mii and the other two young Bronze fighters also landed inside the stronghold.

"Saint Fighters, offer your hearts to the great deity!"

Three Evil God fighters of upper Silver rank immediately pounced, while the other Bronze-rank Evil God fighters remained stationed by the pyramid and did not move on their own.

Three Silvers were more than enough to deal with one Silver and three Bronzes.

"You three are my opponents. Don't mistake your target!" Yin Seventeen stepped in front of Mii and the others at once.

It was only because Mii and the others were no more than a meter from him, and the three Evil God fighters were more than ten meters away, that he was able to shield them in time; otherwise, at his speed, he would never have made it.

Then Yin Seventeen concentrated his power in his right hand and struck at the three charging Silver-rank Evil God fighters.

Whoosh!

As his fist flew, a gigantic whirlpool of water formed before it, growing larger as it spun, and surged toward the three men.

At once, the three stopped advancing and leaped aside, easily evading his attack.

"Boy, are you really that desperate to die?" the tall Silver-rank Evil God fighter snarled.

They had originally planned to split their forces, sending one man to deal with this Silver Saint Fighter while the other two handled the three Bronze Saint Fighters. That way, everything would have been resolved perfectly.

Unfortunately, this Silver Saint Fighter was anything but obedient, and had tried to disrupt their plan.

Yin Seventeen guarded himself while smiling. "I have a few things I want to say to you three. Otherwise, I fear some of you may regret things later."

"I have no interest in hearing you speak. Just offer up your heart to our great deity!" sneered another Silver-rank Evil God fighter with a hunched figure. He had already gathered power in his hand, and an attack seemed imminent.

At that moment, the bespectacled Silver-rank companion beside him stopped him and said, "Don't rush. With the three of us, taking him down will be easy."

"Besides, I'd actually like to hear what he has to say, and why he thinks some of us will regret it."

Meanwhile, Mayura was already locked in battle with the Silver-rank fighter at the very peak of Silver. The violent shockwaves of their clash had already shattered the ground within nearly a hundred meters.

As if deliberately protecting the pyramid, the Silver-rank fighter was luring Mayura farther and farther away from the building step by step.

Mayura had long since guessed his intention, but in order to prevent Yin Seventeen and the others from being caught in the crossfire, she allowed herself to be led away.

On the other side, Yin Seventeen used telepathic transmission to signal Mii and the others not to move, then looked at the three Evil God fighters and smiled. "As far as I know, your strength all comes from the deity you serve."

"For that very reason, you are also constrained by that deity, stripped of the possibility of self-improvement."

At those words, all three Silver-rank Evil God fighters looked grim.

Their path to self-improvement had been cut off. This was the greatest flaw in becoming an Evil God fighter, and also the sore spot they least wished for anyone to mention.

The man with glasses adjusted the frame on the bridge of his nose and said in a cold voice, "If you're only trying to anger us, then I can tell you very clearly that you've succeeded. We will make sure you die in a most miserable way. But—"

His tone shifted, and he sneered. "If you think you can use this little trick to draw all of our attention onto yourself and thereby protect the three little Bronzes behind you, then you're gravely mistaken!"

As he spoke, he cast a pointed glance at Mii and the others behind Yin Seventeen.

"Exactly. No matter what you say, it will not shake our plan!" The tall Evil God fighter also revealed a cruel smile.

"No, no, I have no intention of looking down on you." Yin Seventeen waved both hands repeatedly. Then he said, "What I mean is that your power comes from the deity you worship. In other words, as long as you please that deity, you can receive its blessing and further increase your strength."

"I am a Silver Saint Fighter. In terms of status alone, I am far more noble than those three little Bronzes behind me."

"Surely the merit of killing me alone is far greater than killing the three of them, isn't it?"

"And when you go before your deity to claim your reward, the one who killed me will surely receive more blessings."

"Surely you don't mind that at all, do you?"

At those words, the three Evil God fighters immediately understood.

The one who killed Yin Seventeen would undoubtedly receive more divine favor than the other two.

In an instant, a fierce hostility sprang up among them. The three who had originally stood united against a common enemy now seemed to have become mortal foes.

"There's only one Silver Saint Fighter, but there are three of us. How should this merit be divided?" the man with glasses said emotionlessly.

As for the other Bronze-rank companions present, he ignored them completely.

Those people were not qualified to compete with them for merit.