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Who would have thought such a turn of events would occur again? Russell was under the most pressure, his knee bones already damaged.
"Are you okay?"
Someone hurried over and helped Russell up.
"I'm fine, it's nothing. What about the casualties?" Russell asked anxiously.
However, when he was pulled up, he could barely move due to the pain.
He had no healing supplies on hand, and whether the ligament tear was serious or not remained uncertain.
"Everyone is fine, at least their heads are a bit sore. Once the blood pressure goes down, they should feel better. But we have no idea what to do now; that monster is just too terrifying. We can't even figure out how to exploit its weaknesses," Bainam said, looking somewhat dejected. The atmosphere felt bleak; it was the first time he had encountered such a situation. No wonder, despite Bainam's extensive experiences, the impact of this event was still overwhelming.
Yet on the other side, the situation was undergoing a shocking change.
A shadowy figure crashed to the ground, shattering the layers beneath.
His clothes were tattered, and blood began to flow from his abdomen again; it seemed like he was on the verge of defeat.
"This is the true speed with which you dealt with my subordinate earlier. I see you haven't shown your full strength, human," Mother Queen Maya I responded to the man before her.
"In that case, let's give it a try."
Freyr slowly rose from the ground, tearing open his shirt to free himself from the bindings. In that moment, all the beautiful things in life felt irrelevant to him.
Her gaze appeared hollow as the Queen Mother stood by, staring at the constant fluctuations in his form.
She let out a faint sigh.
"Time Bond, fourfold fusion."
Freya silently recited the incantation, and a layer of light enveloped his body. Immediately, his speed surged dramatically.
"Oh? Is that so?" A hesitant voice suddenly broke the silence, and Mother Queen Maya I's expression quickly shifted.
"Hah!"
At that moment, another punch was thrown. Mother Queen Maya I's expression showed slight astonishment, but as the punch approached, she raised her palm in a remarkably skillful manner, deflecting the attacks one after another without resorting to direct confrontation. Despite this, she seemed to enjoy the effects of the quadrupled speed enhancement.
The exchange of fists and palms created a symphony of sounds as they collided, resulting in a thunderous roar.
"This speed is truly amazing." Mother Queen Maya effortlessly countered all attacks while maintaining a relaxed demeanor, clearly possessing plenty of energy left to spare.
"Damn it, ha~"
Freyr accelerated his assault once more, his fierce strikes forming a straight line as the whooshing sound of air being sliced filled the space.
"This level is still not fast enough~" Mother Queen Maya I said with an expression of boredom, her hands piercing through the gap between their clashing fists.
A sharp "smack" echoed through the air.
A palm struck Freyr's chest, feeling as if a hammer had hit him directly. He forcefully exhaled.
This sensation was ominous. Freyr dispelled his enhanced state, the burning pain almost overwhelming his nerves.
"Ha~"
Then came a swift uppercut, sending him spinning three hundred sixty degrees before he rolled several times and suddenly crashed to the ground.
"Uh, wait a minute, is that really all you've got?" Mother Queen Maya I's taunting voice echoed again.
Freyr felt a surge of frustration, as if a fire was erupting in his chest. "Stop with the useless chatter and take this!" His eyes glinted with intense hostility, as if he wanted to tear his opponent apart.
Time Bond Sixfold Fusion Amplification—this was his ultimate trump card, one he couldn't fully control even himself.
A flash of red light flickered in his eyes, instantly igniting a murderous intent.
Freyr was pushed to the brink of fury; with an irretrievable speed, he saw only one path forward: to kill his enemy.
Otherwise, he would be left waiting for his own destruction. Even without his opponent doing the deed, after some time, his actions could be affected. After all, abilities like this were not flawless; gaining something often meant losing something else.
The speed enhancement surged rapidly, ready to explode at any moment.
The two afterimages collided once more, the impact of their fists creating a series of thunderous booms, accompanied by a scream.
"Ugh~" Mother Queen Maya I was momentarily disoriented by the initial speed. The dim white figure swirled around her, and indeed, the sixfold amplification of Time Bond could temporarily suppress the Queen Mother's speed. However, she shook her head vigorously, clearly affected deeply by the velocity.
The speed continued to escalate.
Mother Queen Maya I had not made any moves; since the initial physical clash, she had not dared to launch any attacks.
It wasn't fear that held her back, but rather the inability to find a suitable point of attack.
At this moment, only the weak points remained. If he could seize the opportunity, he could deliver a fatal blow.
However, in the current situation, the Queen Mother appeared as if she had grown a pair of eyes on her back. Perhaps she had improved; the narrow range was precisely his area of expertise.
Freyr could only helplessly search for an opportunity to strike, but time and again he failed.
Finding opportunities was less effective than creating them. For someone like him, who had always held onto this belief in the past, it was no longer something he could advocate for now. He needed to think clearly about what the consequences would be.
What would those consequences be? How could he possibly know?
The most likely outcome was death—brutal death—leaving him with no chance of survival whatsoever.
Just as he was being pursued at breakneck speed, he suddenly felt a powerful threat approaching.
A wave of scorching pressure surged toward him. Freyr's reflexes were sharp, yet at the moment of impact, he barely managed to evade it by a thin margin, as if only thirty sheets of paper separated him from disaster.
This left him slow to respond to the subsequent defenses. The searing punches came rushing in—not just the one he had just dodged.
His chest, abdomen, mouth corner, chin, forehead, neck, and knees were all struck multiple times.
The sixfold amplification clearly couldn't handle the Queen Mother, but it forced her true abilities to emerge.
A rumbling sound erupted, and with a thunderous crash, the ground cracked open, turning the area beneath into a wasteland.
With no chance to evade, Freyr was pinned in place, unable even to kneel.
His knee injury was severe, and blood flowed from multiple wounds on his body, painting a grim picture.
"Ugh..."
Another punch struck him squarely in the chest.
The bones in his back trembled, emitting a piercing sound as a burst of purple light shot out from his spine.
A trickle of blood slowly seeped from his fallen face.
Freyr opened his hollow eyes and gazed at the figure approaching him.
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