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"Yes, remember to make the one-handed hammer collide with his spear, and then release the elemental arm." Ruosiqia reminded Aaron, "Don't be afraid to waste this weapon, this is your only chance at the moment, and then drop down!"

Driven by the "Secret Language·Elemental Arm", the palm growing from the one-handed hammer firmly grasped the tip of the spear, and then, Aaron subconsciously pulled down hard!

The spear is really a bit evil. It looks like the tip of the spear is wandering around like a snake head. It doesn't look like a cold weapon at all. However, the toughness of the huge force when it comes into contact secretly reminds Aaron - this is indeed just a weapon. A spear.

Even though Aaron caught Dick off guard with this strange move, there was a huge gap in strength after all. After Dick came to his senses, Aaron felt a huge force.

"His extraordinary aura is flowing, and he is ready to release his abilities, but his spear cannot be used temporarily." Ruosiqia reminded Aaron, and then continued to add: "He is starting to get agitated, just charge directly, don't look at it The plants around you can't hurt you, I will activate my soul power to help you, this is the best chance."

"Why now?"

"Oh, there is a contaminated talisman inscription in his body. Otherwise, do you think he only has this ability? If he can mobilize more than two abilities, then I will have to burn my soul power."

During the exchange, Aaron clearly saw Dick's madness hidden under the heavy paint, and also saw that he actually threw away the spear and rushed over with bare hands.

"The influence of the cultic aura on him is greater than I imagined. His mind has been affected. Pay attention, and release the elemental arm with full force later. Okay, release it."

Even when Aaron was about to face the attack of a silver-level transcendent head-on, Ruoskia's tone still did not change at all.

As he got closer, Aaron could even see the foreign objects on Dick's neck swimming around with the blood. They were only about the size of quail eggs, but they were wandering on the surface of Dick's skin like small mice, bulging one after another on his gray-brown skin. A large lump with visible capillaries that quickly disappears.

Like blowing bubbles, continuous and fleeting.

But Dick seemed to be unaware of everything. He just stirred up his extraordinary aura and tried to tear the troublesome guy in front of him into pieces!

Everyone present couldn't help but focus on the upcoming collision, their eyes flashed and their thoughts were different.

A bronze-level person dares to confront a silver-level person?

Even though this silver-level person is not a sword-type extraordinary person who is good at polishing his body, this level of suppression is no joke.

Only by understanding and sublimating the extraordinary aura can one advance to the silver level.

This also means that in terms of understanding of power, the bronze level is inherently lower than the silver level.

What to fight for?

But the next moment, everyone present felt a vast aura.

It was as if at this moment, from an invisible angle, there was a pair of eyes looking down at their group of ants.

There was no need to distinguish it carefully. All the people watching couldn't help showing shock in their eyes.

Golden level!

That is definitely the aura of gold level!

Ron, who was watching the battle, frowned and glanced imperceptibly at the branches not far above his head. There was a trace of doubt and hesitation in his eyes, "Is this the golden card?"

At this time, Alice finally cut off the vines wrapped around the sword blade, but she was baptized by a wave of extraordinary aura at a very close range.

Then, the earth shook and the mountains shook, uprooting mountains and falling trees.

Under the influence of the inexplicable language, he turned earth into stone, gathered stones into hands, and lifted Aaron directly into the sky.

Two palms that were nearly the size of a carriage condensed in mid-air, and the five fingers slowly closed together and clenched into fists.

The shadow of death enveloped Dick. He subconsciously wanted to dodge, but he was halfway through the jump when he felt a chill on his calf - a thick stone arm grabbed him.

At the last moment of his life, Dick still wanted to resist, and a talisman inscription that exuded a cult atmosphere appeared on his body again, but at this critical moment, his mind went blank!

"He will definitely choose to activate his corrupted talisman inscription in the end and use Dream Language Unintelligible, which will interfere with his thinking."

Just a few seconds ago, Ruosiqia said this, officially pronouncing Dick's death.

The complex and tenacious plants still want to cling to Aaron, but just as the silver level crushes the bronze level, the gold level can also crush the silver level.

These plants, which had taken Alice time to clear, were as fragile as straw to the now stone arms.

One hand held Aaron up high to prevent him from Dick's dying counterattack, while the other hand was smashed down by Aaron's cold gaze!

The dull sound of breaking through the air almost filled the entire space, mixed with the crashing sounds of beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep.

The emerald green juice covered the entire lower half of the arm in the blink of an eye, and these plants even wanted to delay time even under the will of their owners.

It's a pity that it's just like an earthworm shaking a giant tree.

"Do it!" Before Dick died, he could only turn and roar at his companions, hoping that someone would avenge him.

But he could only see their cold and shrinking eyes.

This fist that exudes a golden-level aura can make people soberer than ice water in summer.

That's gold-level combat power, and it's enough to live a fairly comfortable life based on strength in any corner of the continent.

Their strongest one is only at the silver level, how can they possibly defeat him?

With the sound of the water bag bursting and the dense crackling sound, the huge stone fist finally left a clear fist mark on the ground. Even under Aaron's deliberate control, the stone fist was extremely domineering. The ground was crushed back and forth for several minutes.

Not to mention Dick, I'm afraid all the ants in this area will die.

Alice faced the aftermath and air waves of the crash, covered her eyes, and looked at Aaron with a complicated expression.

The few Badibila people who were watching the crowd also inadvertently took a few steps back. Their original relaxed and carefree demeanor had long been replaced by solemnity.

Ron stood with his arms crossed, touched his chin, took out the leather notebook with his backhand, and quickly recorded on the pages.

He had just written about ten words, but he heard another scream that echoed through the sky.

There was a hint of wail and pain in this voice, but then it stopped abruptly.

The crowd present was in a commotion, secretly communicating with each other with their eyes.

Of course they recognized this voice, it was Semidar's voice.

But shouldn't he be responsible for dealing with his target?