1001 Here We Go Again

Varian was incredibly strong now. But not strong enough to rival a Sovereign. Certainly not someone in the leagues of Albert.

But Sin King was far from his peak. He almost died just thirty minutes ago. Even though he took the miraculous potion, he didn't yet reach his peak.

However, he was still strong to overpower Varian.

The figures of the man and the abyssal blurred as they engaged in the most primal form of fighting.

Fists met fists and heads clashed with heads. Bones collided and cracked. Muscles clashed and tore apart.

"You…how the hell are you this strong?" Sin King winced at the new injuries on his body, of which the biggest was a human fist-sized hole in his chest, and asked.

Varian didn't answer. Instead, he put more lightning mana onto his right fist and ice mana onto his left.

He's fighting like a melee warrior. But he's using all the longe range powers as well.