Chapter 2030 Death Struggle
Azkamor's giant arm was already swinging towards Chen Zhao.
Malone's pupils suddenly contracted.
He saw an incredible scene.
Azkamor's arms were twisting in incredible ways.
That kind of distortion was not caused by Azkamore's will, but was forcibly distorted by Chen Zhao.
Azkamor's huge body was kicked away by Chen Zhao, leaving his arms intact.
Chen Zhao pinched Azkamore's right arm and was using a rag to wring out the demon's blood from his arm.
"I said, if I do it myself, it will take more than just a drop of blood."
"Ah! I'm going to kill you!"
Azkamor roared furiously, and at this time his power increased again.
Chen Zhao discovered that Azkamore's power had actually increased several times.
At the same time, his speed also increased several times.
bump--
Chen Zhao didn't notice for a moment and was directly hit by Azkamore's punch.
Malone felt frightened when he saw it.
With Azkamor's terrifying figure, one punch from him would probably turn him into a bloody mess.
Chen Zhao fell a few meters away and stood up again.
"Your power is special."
Azkamore looked at Chen Zhao with a ferocious smile: "I am of high bloodline, and I am a descendant of the King of Power within ten generations. The more serious my injury is, the more my strength will increase."
Azkamor hit the ground with one arm, and the ground was filled with dust, causing cracks within a radius of dozens of meters.
Ma Long's scalp was numb when he saw it. Is this demon really something that humans can defeat?
The more serious the injury, the strength will increase exponentially.
Chen Zhao dusted himself off.
"Then you should have suffered a more serious injury." Chen Zhao looked at Azkamore calmly.
Azkamor rushed towards Chen Zhao again, like a train rushing towards him.
Chen Zhao stepped forward and punched from a distance of dozens of meters.
Azkamor's body was knocked out again.
Finally, it hit the mountain wall behind him, and most of the mountain wall collapsed, with rubble falling down.
Malone felt like he was suffocating.
Chen Zhao's battle with Azkamore opened up a whole new world for him.
Whether it is Chen Zhao or Azka Moore, they are both so powerful that it is suffocating.
Azkamor pushed away the boulder that was pressing on him and vomited a few mouthfuls of blood.
"Human, you still can't learn well... I said, the more you hurt me, the stronger I will be."
"Giant's Hammer!" Azkamore suddenly hit the ground, causing an impact on the ground and heading towards Chen Zhao.
Chen Zhao dodged and avoided Azkamore's attack.
However, Azkamore seemed to have an insight into Chen Zhao's actions and was already waiting for him where Chen Zhao was dodging.
Chen Zhao was hit by Azkamore's head-on punch, and his feet slid back more than ten meters on the ground. His feet used force again, and he suddenly appeared in front of Azkamore and punched him again.
Azkamore also slid back more than ten meters.
Both sides are fighting in extremely simple ways.
It's like a pair of boxers in the ring, beating each other.
You punch, I punch.
And Azkamore is indeed who he said he was.
As Chen Zhao attacked, and as his own injuries increased, his strength became stronger and stronger.
The whole space is shaking and the earth is cracking.
This is originally a different space, and of course it is not as stable as a normal space.
With the two increasingly powerful forces, the entire alien space is on the verge of collapse.
Azkamor's power is indeed getting stronger and stronger.
But his limbs were also splitting apart, and blood was oozing from his mouth, nose, and ears.
Azkamor vomited another mouthful of blood. At this time, the already turbulent alien space collapsed.
They returned to the hemispherical room.
But their fight became more and more intense.
However, what surprised Chen Zhao was that in this room, all the impacts they caused would be absorbed by all the surrounding runes.
In a flash of thought, Chen Zhao understood that this was a seal.
A seal that trapped Azkamore.
Azkamor has reached his limit at this time.
"Stop...human...stop, I surrender."
Azkamore had to stop.
His strength has reached its peak, which is the peak relative to the limit of his body's endurance.
And his injuries have reached their limit.
But Chen Zhao seemed to have no limits at all.
No matter how much his strength increases, Chen Zhao can always increase it by the same amount.
What frightened him even more was.
His attacks had no effect on Chen Zhao.
But every attack by Chen Zhao made his injuries worse.
Azkamore's body was already a bloody mess.
Chen Zhao, on the other hand, was just panting slightly, and his chest didn't rise and fall much.
Malone was even more shocked.
This is an overwhelming battle.
Both sides are showing their ultimate strength.
However, Chen Zhao is obviously better.
Chen Zhao's strength is overwhelming.
Chen Zhao stood calmly in front of Azkamore.
"I said, when I come to get it myself, it's not just a drop of devil's blood. I'm very greedy. I want it all, everything you have."
"I have been sealed here for thousands of years. I am already pathetic enough. Do you want to add insult to injury?"
"Have you been sealed for thousands of years? But it seems that you are not staying here honestly at all. You are still making trouble."
"Human, I still have a trump card. I have a near-death blow. That is a blow that humans absolutely cannot withstand."
Chen Zhao was still so calm: "You will definitely die today, no matter whether you use a near-death blow or not."
Azkamor gritted his teeth and looked at Chen Zhao: "Why do you have to force me?"
"I'm not forcing you. This is all your own choice. In addition, I really hope to see how powerful your near-death blow is."
Ma Long looked at Chen Zhao, hadn't he used all his strength yet?
Is he really not the limit for being so powerful?
Azkamor was still struggling, because when he used that move, it was the moment of his death.
But if he didn't use that move, Chen Zhao would also usher in his death.
"Okay then... let's die together." Azkamor suddenly calmed down, and it seemed that he had made a decision.
"I hope you can do it." Chen Zhao turned to look at Ma Long: "If you don't want to die, just hide behind me."
Malone stood up with difficulty, but his legs were trembling: "I can't walk."
"Then you just wait to die."
"At any rate, it was because I was fighting against him that my strength was absorbed."
"But your role is meaningless. Even if you don't pull out the sword, I can still pull it out, so your role is zero."
Ma Long was very upset when he heard Chen Zhao's words, but they made sense.
