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The surrounding screams of pain suddenly vanished.
The injured guards on the ground looked on with fervor, crawling toward that direction as if, in the presence of that being, the "demon" had become insignificant.
Garen halted his steps and lifted his gaze toward the figure.
The two pairs of eyes seemed to collide with astonishing force, and even the ordinary guards felt the intense atmosphere of hostility and the chilling scent of gunpowder.
"Hostility... I haven't seen this in many years," Tastandin squinted.
At that moment, a silver ray shot forth! Heavy bricks shattered outward, creating a straight, deep trench! With a whoosh, Garen almost instantly appeared before Tastandin, raising his hand to deliver a powerful punch!
The speed was so incredible that the guards gasped in astonishment!
Bang! Tastandin crossed his arms, his body swiftly sliding backward. However, just then, Garen suddenly grabbed his arm, twisting his body sharply and executing a suplex that sent Tastandin flying!
Boom!
Tastandin was like a kite with its string cut, crashing into a nearby palace. The stone wall collapsed, dust billowed up, and the sound was deafening!
"This... Messenger..."
"Impossible! How could the Messenger lose to a demon!"
"What terrifying strength... My God!"
The guards stared at Garen with disbelief, as if he were a monster. As Garen slowly approached, they felt a shiver run down their spines, and some were already frozen in place, as if turned to stone.
Garen paid no attention to the stunned guards; his gaze was fixed on the collapsed palace, his expression grave.
Suddenly, the sound of falling stones echoed as Tastandin emerged from the large hole in the wall.
"Indeed, the gap in power still exists..." Tastandin shook off the debris from his head, his eyes reflecting deep thought. "It seems that even back then, those people underestimated his strength!"
Although Tastandin had arrived years before Garen, the difference in their abilities was undeniable. After all, Lost Land had a unique ability to suppress power, meaning that one could not cultivate strength here; only physical prowess could be enhanced.
Due to this suppression of power, the effects of physical enhancement were limited. It required a significant amount of time and yielded mediocre results. After all, with power suppressed, a Third Tier's physicality would far exceed that of a Second Rank by countless times. Such a disparity could not be bridged merely by enhancing physical strength.
While Garen was not a Third Tier powerhouse, his overall physical index had been rated by the Holy War System as nearly ten times that of others at the same level.
This meant that unless Tastandin could enhance his physicality to ten times that of a Second Rank, he would ultimately not be Garen's match.
Tastandin knew Garen's physical combat ability was formidable but did not expect it to be to such an extent, which took him by surprise.
At the same time, Garen was equally astonished.
He recalled that the punch he had just thrown utilized Soul Strike; however, Tastandin before him showed no signs of any soul disturbance and walked out as if nothing had happened...
Moreover, this punch had nearly exhausted all of Garen's strength; few at the Second Rank could withstand such force.
"Oh, I remember now! The owner of this gun is your student?" Tastandin slapped his forehead, pretending to realize something. "If you want to know, I can tell you about him."
The spear lunged forward in an instant, but the whistling sound abruptly stopped. Garen quietly watched Tastandin, waiting for him to continue.
Could it be that after spending some time in Immortal City, Tastandin had completely changed his personality? It wasn't impossible; after all, a person's inner state often relates to their experiences. Places like Immortal City, with its chaotic temporal order, were not accessible to everyone, and it seemed Tastandin had been there for quite a while...
In any case, finding Han Yun was the most important thing right now.
As for whether to kill Tastandin, it no longer mattered because in this timeless Lost Land, even Garen didn't know how long he would have to stay.
"That was many years ago, but I remember it clearly..." Tastandin grinned. "He was tormented terribly by me!"
After saying that, Tastandin displayed a look of appreciation, but he did not see Garen's furious expression. On the contrary, Garen remained calm.
"A poor attempt at provoking me," Garen said disdainfully as he swung the spear again.
"Whoosh!"
This time, Tastandin did not confront it head-on but quickly retreated while saying, "Aren't you angry at all? Since you're here, it means you care about him."
"Oh! It seems you still don't understand that matter. Heh heh, I compared your student to a demon. He was hung at the Palace Entrance and exposed to the sun for three days and nights, enduring the humiliation of the entire city. Later, I gave him a chance to fight me fairly."
"But your student doesn't seem as strong as I imagined! In the end, the only ones who left that desert were me and this gun."
"Really not angry?"
"Do you need me to describe the scene when I pierced him with twenty-four holes, while he held his spear and said you would definitely kill me? I must admit, he was a brave kid, but he chose the wrong mentor! If I’m not mistaken, you never taught him how to concede, did you?"
"If he had conceded back then, perhaps he could have died more painlessly. But unfortunately, he didn’t. However, I didn’t plan on letting him die so quickly. Yes, if we could just..."
At this point, Tastandin's voice abruptly cut off as the spear thrust into his chest. Despite Tastandin gripping the spear tightly with both hands and trying to retreat to lessen the impact, the tip still stained his chest red.
Strangely enough, Tastandin showed no signs of pain; instead, he appeared somewhat ecstatic. "You finally got angry."
Garen’s expression remained exceptionally calm, like a still pond that stirred no ripples, yet it exuded an indescribable sense of terror...
He was walking closer step by step.
"Anger... but it is an unchanging emotion of Eternity." Tastandin looked at Garen indifferently, his lips curling slightly as he uttered a few strange syllables.
"Boom!"
A mass of pitch-black flames erupted violently, engulfing Garen in an instant!
Watching this scene unfold, admiration flickered in Tastandin's eyes. "Look at that; what a captivating picture. Even the void cannot shield against the power that comes from within."
As they witnessed the entire process, the surrounding guards instantly fell into panic, especially after they had clearly heard Tastandin's words. Now seeing this inexplicable Black Flame... they only wished to escape immediately!
"Fear... terror... heh, it is also a power of Eternity." Tastandin turned to look at the guards as flames of various colors erupted from their bodies. In an instant, the entire area was filled with their piercing screams.
Tastandin had no intention of sparing them. Although he didn’t care much about his image in Immortal City, he still didn’t know how long he would have to stay here. It was better to eliminate unnecessary troubles right at the Source.
"Thud!"
Suddenly, Garen's body shook violently, and his knees crashed heavily onto the ground...
Heavy gasps filled the air...
Indeed, Garen was in immense pain at that moment, a suffering unlike anything he had experienced before. This pain did not stem from his body but erupted from within, tearing at his spirit time and again...
In almost an instant, this agony surpassed Morgana's Soul Shackles!
It was as if countless heavy and inescapable chains, invisible yet undeniably real, had all erupted at that moment.
"Every living being cannot escape the Sinful Burden, for to be alive is itself a Sin."
Tastandin looked down at Garen with indifference, waving his hand to dispel the layer of Black Flame. "However, your life is still useful to me."
"From a life perspective, you should be stronger than Lucifer..."
As he spoke, Tastandin drew forth the Freezing Command...
"Crack!"
In an instant, a thin layer of ice spread across the ground, advancing toward Garen...
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