Nash looked at Aor calmly and confidently, dispelling any reservations he might have had. He clenched his fingers into a fist and


    struck Aor’s chest with force.


    Aviolent sonic boom resounded and ripples visible to the naked eye spread in all directions. The sand and gravel on the beach


    surged like waves. Nearby barbecue stalls were thrown into the air by the ripples.


    Sand rose tens of meters high, resembling a sandstorm in the desert. In the blink of an eye, the sandstorm reached Eric and the


    others.


    Eric, Cillian, and Jaxon all took a step forward. They blocked the sandstorm with their auras. Both Eric and Cillian were forced to


    take a step back while Jaxon remained unmoved, but there was still a hint of shock in his calm eyes.


    Barton and his group were stunned. They knew Nash was strong, but they did not expect him to unleash such terrifying power.


    Hera and Skadi stared ahead, but the nearly 500-meter-thick wall of sandpletely blocked their view.


    “My goodness... Mr. Calcraft is powerful, isn’t he?” Renee said trembling after she finally came back to her senses. This was h


    time witnessing a battle between martial artists, aside from wha had seen in martial arts shows.


    Three minutester, the sandstorm finally settled, and everyone co once again see Nash’s and Aor’s figures.


    At this moment, the distance between Nash and Aor was less than a meter. They were looking into each other’s eyes, both calm


    on the outside but shocked on the inside.


    Nash had not actually expected the old man to withstand his Eight


    Deste Crumbling Fist while Aor had not anticipated Nash to possess such terrifying power.


    Normally, Aor only needed 30% of his strength to withstand a full- force attack from someone in the Mystique Loyalty Realm.


    Today, he used 60% of his strength.


    “If this is all you’ve got, I''ll be disappointed,” Aor said, patting the fist imprint on his padded jacket. There was a hint of


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    “| only used half my strength since you''re getting old. But | won’t hold back in the second punch,” Nash replied calmly as if he


    had indeed used only half of his strength.


    In reality, the punch he had just thrown contained nearly 80% of his power. It was a mid-Mystique Loyalty Realm punch that was


    several times stronger than the punch he had unleashed at Sigur Cliff.


    Despite this, he still could not shake the sturdy old man in front of him.


    Nash gained a new understanding of the old man’s strength. He was stronger than Mark and on par with desman Divus.


    Nash even suspected that the old man would be able to survive the Return of


    Infinite Swords if he exerted his full strength.


    “Let''s see if your fists are as tough as your mouth,” Aor said with a faint smile before closing his eyes and sping his hands


    behind his back.


    Nash took a deep breath and activated the Longevity Technique, channeling his body''s true energy into his right hand.


    Meanwhile, Aor remained steady, a faint petrification showing on his skin.


    Far away was the other Mystique Loyalty Realm expert of the Bullhogs. Nn’s eyes narrowed as he murmured in disbelief, “Aor


    is actually going to use his full strength to take the second punch!”


    As the saying went, different regions bred different people. Located on the vast grasnds, the people of Motadine primarily


    engaged in animal husbandry. Their diet and long-term nomadic lifestyle


    contributed to their strong physique.


    Everyone in Motadine could practice body cultivation, but mastering it was incredibly difficult. It required extensive daily training


    with heavy. loads and unwavering perseverance and dedication.


    It took one to three years to get started, five years to be proficient, and ten years to develop a sturdy body. Most ordinary


    people were unable to endure the process and gave up halfway.


    Only martial artists who werepetitive andbative persisted in cultivating their bodies. The majority of martial artists


    stopped when they reached levels four or five. Only a small number of naturally talented martial artists cultivated to level six.


    The four Mystique Loyalty Realm experts from Motadine had physic strength levels of around seven. Only Aor had crossed the


    level eight hurdle and broken through to level nine. At level nine, one’s skin could petrify, making one capable of resisting tank


    shells.


    Thest time Aor used skin petrification was when he resisted a tungsten gold armor-piercing shell.