Chapitre 445: End of Dimensional Battlefield

"Brother, no fair! Let me join!" Martin said, seeing Silvan soloing the enemy.

"Then he's yours,"

"Hahaha, thank you, brother," Martin said, unconsciously licking his lips.

With surging blood-red energy, Martin charged toward Leopold like a beast.

"Hmph! Foolish!" Leopold muttered, meeting Martin head-on.

As their fists connected, Leopold felt pain as his hand cracked under the impact.

If Leopold's hand crashed, with the difference in their body mass due to realm difference, Martin's hand was directly disabled.

However, instead of grimacing in pain like him, the look in Martin's eyes was only more excitement and euphoria.

"Another insane brat!" Leopold cursed.

Before Martin's hand regenerated, his fist was followed by a kick in mid-air.

Blocking the attack with his other hand, Leopold felt his hand turning into vegetables.

"How is this possible? A technique? What ability is this?" Leopold thought.