Chapter 2512

Philemon and Maxim were still locked in an intense battle. However, both of them seemed to be merely trying to buy time. Maxim already knew Thresmund had successfully absorbed the power from one arena. All that was left was the last arena. Philemon was also waiting, waiting for an opportunity. They continued to exchange blows, each punch reminiscent of a primal struggle between two wild beasts. The power behind their strikes was lethal, leaving horrifying marks on their surroundings. As the world around them became more battered, both fighters started to grow impatient. Neither could break through the other's defenses. If they continued like this, they would end up exhausting themselves first. “You old bastard! Just what are you made of? Can’t you die already?” Philemon exclaimed, furious. Maxim shot back, “You punk! How dare you say that to me?!” Philemon chuckled. "Alright, old man. I won’t beat about the bush anymore. Master!” With that, a massive golden bell enveloped Maxim.