Chapter 472 Izambaron V. Nasujuro: Humph, nothing special

high in the air.

Izambarron V. Nasujuro Saint looked down at the pirates below him, his eyes filled with indifference and disdain.

Huhuhu......

The wind was blowing hard, and the momentum of Isambaron V. Nasujuro was rising steadily.

His body radiated a powerful aura as his strength increased. He was like a god of war looking down on the world, and he regarded those enemies who had once given him a headache as smaller than ants.

The bloody smell in the air mixed with the gunpowder smoke and filled the air, but this familiar smell actually made him feel somewhat happy at the moment.

He could feel the power in his body surging, as if it was going to tear him apart.

The previous fatigue and pain were now all replaced by an indescribable power, and every nerve seemed to be infused with intense energy, burning and boiling.

"This is power... a power I never had..."

Izambaron V. Nasujuro could not help but curl up the corners of his mouth and reveal a cruel smile.

These powers gave him a reborn life, healing the wounds from previous battles and making him feel stronger than ever before.

"Humph, these pirates are nothing more than that."

He whispered contemptuously, as if declaring these people doomed.

Although they had previously fought with injuries and the battle was at a stalemate, the situation is now completely different.

Those pirates became tiny and ridiculous in his eyes, like ants trying to move a boulder, to no avail.

He looked around, his eyes falling on Golden Lion, Charlotte Lingling and others.

Although these pirates were once famous and powerful, in his opinion, they are now just challengers who are destined to be crushed.

He looked down from above, the arrogance and murderous intent in his eyes were obvious.

He liked the feeling of being in control of everything, especially after possessing Im's power, this sense of superiority became even stronger.

He no longer viewed these pirates as equal opponents, but rather as a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

"Are you planning to challenge me with this little strength?" Izambarron V. Nasujuro's voice was cold and arrogant, as if he was exerting invisible pressure on these pirates who were trying to resist.

His tone was full of disdain, and all the threats and anger he once felt because of them now turned into a cruel mockery.

He did not rush to attack, but stood where he was, watching the pirates struggle as if he was looking down at his prey.

That cold gaze seemed to say: You can try to resist, you can try your best, but it will all be in vain in the end.

Every gasp of the pirates, every attempt to struggle, seemed so insignificant.

"A challenge of this level is just to add some fun to me." Izambaron V. Nasujuro thought to himself.

The power in his body was still growing, and he wanted to pour it out immediately and crush all the enemies.

He raised his weapon and exerted a little force with his arm. The power gathered instantly, as if the air had frozen.

The pirates looked at each other. They felt the sudden increase in pressure, and a hint of tension and fear appeared on their faces.

However, Izambaron V. Nasujuro could clearly see the fighting spirit in these people's eyes that had not yet been extinguished.

Although it's a bit ridiculous, it's still a pleasant seasoning.

He was looking forward to watching the despair and struggle these people would face, and what a touching scene that would be.

Golden Lion, Charlotte Lingling, Wang Zhi and others looked at each other tacitly, with the same fighting spirit burning in their eyes.

There was no verbal communication at this moment, everything was implied - they all understood that facing such a powerful enemy, they had to go all out.

As their fighting spirit grew, the figures of several people moved almost at the same time, turning into several swift afterimages, and suddenly approached Izambalon V. Nasujuro Saint.

Golden Lion took the lead. His two swords flashed with sharp cold light, and the blades were wrapped with violent wind power.

He stood in the air, arms raised high, looking down at the earth like a king, laughing wildly: "Lion Qianchewazheng!!!"

Dozens of huge wind blades flew out from the edge of his sword, and each wind blade seemed to tear through the air and cut through the sky.

The wind blades intertwined into a net, covering the entire body of Izambalon V. Nasujuro.

Almost at the same time as Golden Lion made his move, Charlotte Linling followed closely.

Her body was like a ferocious beast, her muscles were taut and covered in armed color domineering.

Her huge body burst out at an astonishing speed, smashing into the earth like a falling meteorite.

As she raised her huge fist, black lightning swirled and jumped around her arm, "Mama·Thunder of All Nations!!!"

As she roared, her fist smashed down with terrifying thunder power, like a raging thunder that tore through the sky and earth, and smashed directly towards Izambaron V. Nasujuro Saint.

Wang Zhi also rushed up immediately, waving the huge axe in his hand like a storm.

Every time the axe struck down, the air trembled and the ground cracked, as if it was going to split the entire battlefield into pieces.

His movements were rough and powerful, and his eyes were burning with endless fighting spirit.

He shouted angrily in a low voice: "Turning the rivers and seas upside down!!!"

With a roar, the giant axe chopped down, forming a huge energy wave that seemed to overturn the earth and headed straight for the chest of Izambalon V. Nasujuro.

Under the joint attack of these top powerhouses, the air seemed to be filled with a suffocating sense of oppression.

Every move and every style is filled with their absolute strength and determination.

Faced with such an attack, even the once invincible strong ones have to treat it with caution.

A cold light flashed in the eyes of Izambaron V. Nasujuro. He stood still, leaning back slightly, as if waiting for all this to happen.

However, when the first wind blade was about to touch his body, he suddenly moved.

The strong body dodged at an unreasonable speed, like a ghost quickly shuttling across the field, and each movement was just right to avoid the attack.

His figure blended into the surrounding battlefield, as if the landing point of every move was within his expectations.

"You think you can defeat me with just this little trick?"

His voice was full of coldness and disdain.

Despite the fierce attacks from several people, he was still able to deal with it calmly.

He suddenly waved his hand, his five fingers formed into claws, tearing the wind blades in the air. Then he let out a low shout, stomped his foot on the ground, and a thunderous momentum burst out, dispersing Charlotte Lingling's thunder fist.

However, Golden Lion and his men did not retreat, but fought more courageously.

They did not give Izambalon V. Nasujuro any chance to breathe. Their special moves followed one after another and they continued to press towards him with unquestionable momentum.

Every collision on the battlefield was like a thunderous explosion, stirring up dust all over the sky and surging energy like a raging wave.

The roars of the pirates and the cold shouts of the Five Elders intertwined together, tearing the world apart and making it crumbling.

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