บท 388: The Battle of Powerhouses, Zero Hand is Absolute

The battle raged on, the battlefield glowing with the remnants of golden light from Clever's Supreme Execution.

Four golden arms still loomed, each brimming with energy, poised to strike Oliver down.

Oliver stood his ground, his aura growing thicker and more menacing as his strength continued to rise.

His focus remained unshaken, his movements precise as he prepared to counter Clever's relentless assault.

Clever wasted no time, commanding the four remaining arms to attack in quick succession.

The first arm swung down with the force of a collapsing mountain, but Oliver sidestepped with uncanny precision, delivering a crushing blow to the golden construct.

The arm cracked, shards of golden energy scattering into the air.

The second and third arms attacked together, attempting to pin Oliver between their massive strikes.