"What a bunch of idiots, thinking that I would be so kind as to help you get erosion bombs?" Braun sneered, not in a hurry to attack Bexia. In his eyes, Bexia was already as good as dead.
"I just wanted to use you to hold Arkworm back, so I can escape!" Braun said as he took off the chain around his wrists. It was a magical item used to restrain his powers, but it turned out to be useless.
"And this garbage has no effect at all under the powerful talents of our Forsaken Ghost tribe!"
"Boom!" The heavy chains fell to the ground as Braun flexed his arms. His already tall body suddenly grew even taller, from just over two meters to about two and a half meters.
"That's about enough talk. You can die with them!" Braun's face remained calm as his pitch-black ghost claws reached out towards Bexia. The speed and strength were several times stronger than before, reaching an extreme level, and his level was also relatively high.
But Bexia was not afraid. Hidden Dragon Cold Star slashed towards the ghost claws, and a series of sparks flew out from their collision, as if two weapons of equal quality clashed, unable to harm each other.
"Don't underestimate me!" Braun immediately retreated, his gaze slightly surprised as he looked at Bexia. It was not because of the champion-level weapon, but because in their previous clash, his strength could not overpower Bexia's, and they were evenly matched in their struggle. This was what surprised him. After all, he was a member of the Forsaken Ghost tribe, known for their strength, and his physical strength was considered upper-middle level in the dimensional universe. How could he be weaker than a human?
There were countless races in the dimensional universe, both high and low level. Each race had its own strengths, and there were also many skilled in physical combat. However, those who could rank in the upper-middle level were already outstanding existences. The physical strength of the average human, for example, was not even close to that of the Forsaken Ghost tribe.
However, humans were known as the "race of infinite possibilities" and had been the rulers of the dimensional universe for countless years. This was mainly because of their large numbers, spread throughout the dimensional universe. With such a large population, there were always strong individuals present. In addition, with the accumulation of time, the strength of humans was considered to be at the top level in the dimensional universe and held a leading position.
"Gather the strengths of a hundred schools, transform one's own skills." These were words once summarized by the wise ancestors of the human race through continuous sacrifice. Therefore, humans imitated various races in the dimensional universe, resulting in the existence of practitioners of all types, with a significant presence of body enhancers.
However, Braun didn't see any sign of strong body enhancing techniques from Bexia. The surprise came from this, as humans with strong physical bodies were extremely rare. Being able to compare to his normal state was already impressive enough.
But that was it!
Braun was filled with confidence. How could a mere superior-ranked individual possibly surpass him? How strong could a group of primitives be without even having a monarch? It was not that he looked down upon this world, but based on the displayed strength, it was impossible to compare to his own knowledge and experience. Even among the low-ranking Forsaken Ghost tribe, there were dozens of monarchs, not to mention the countless champions, not to mention the existence of saints and even ghost gods among the higher-ranking Forsaken Ghost tribe.
The breadth of one's experience determines their perspective. Browen sneered at Bexia, considering her to be a human with an affinity for strength, wielding a decent weapon. Once he revealed his true power, dealing with her would be as simple as crushing dry leaves.
"Ghost's True Form!"
"Roar!" Browen let out a loud roar, his body visibly growing at an incredible speed, reaching a height of five meters in the blink of an eye. At the same time, his leather armor cracked, revealing the muscles beneath, which were dyed a deep black, making him look like a steel giant.
"Ghost God's Hand!"
Browen exerted force with his feet and shot towards Bexia. At the same time, black ghost energy manifested outside his massive palm, forming a pair of giant ghost hands, each three meters in size. They clawed towards Bexia along with his own hand.
"Crimson Blaze Strike!" Bexia's magical power fluctuated as Hidden Dragon Cold Star intercepted the approaching ghost hands. The moment they collided, Bexia felt a strong, rigid impact, and a tremendous force sent him flying. Before he could react, the second ghost hand had already descended upon him.
"Blink!"
"Huh! This is spatial mystic arts?!" Browen's face was filled with astonishment. It should be noted that the power of space could only be encountered by the most advanced saints, and even then, it was merely a brief exposure. To truly harness the power of space, one had to be a god.
Of course, the power of space could also be controlled. Besides innate abilities, some powerful individuals created secret techniques that utilized the power of space. These techniques were often highly effective in battles, making them a valuable treasure.
"It seems like I've struck gold!" Browen's mouth curled up. A spatial mystic art? This was a treasure that even saints coveted! Even if he couldn't learn it himself, selling it would definitely earn him a great amount of resources. With those resources, he could potentially advance to the level of a sovereign or even become a dominant figure as a saint.
Browen seemed to glimpse a bright future for himself. It could be said that this discovery made him happier than finding an indigenous world. He clenched his fists, and the ghost hands erupted once again. The part that was originally just palms gradually revealed forearms, as if they were attaching to his body. His momentum became even more powerful.
Looking at Browen, who was charging at him once again, Bexia's gaze turned sharp. Several magic arrays appeared behind him, releasing dozens of wind blades that flew towards Browen. However, when they landed on Browen, they caused no damage and simply disappeared.
Bexia naturally knew about Browen's special magic resistance. The wind blades were only intended to create interference, but this was the first time he had encountered such a powerful opponent beneath a champion. It seemed that the races in this otherworld were different from those on the continent; they were excessively powerful. Even if dozens of Extremes were to besiege Browen, it would be difficult to predict the outcome.
"Blink!"
Once Browen closed in, Bexia once again flashed behind him. His warblade viciously swung down towards Browen's neck.
"Foolish!" Browen disdainfully laughed. Although spatial mystic arts were mysterious, Bexia's tactical motives were too obvious, and his own strength was not strong enough. The trajectory of the spatial mystic arts could easily be seen, allowing him to instantly grasp Bexia's intentions.
"Bang!" The ghost fist blasted onto Bexia with lightning speed. But in the moment of the collision, a smile formed at the corner of Bexia's mouth. Browen watched as Bexia was blasted back, suddenly sensing a crisis from above. He immediately raised his ghost claws to protect himself.
"Soul Impact!"
