The black dust storm dissipated, leaving only Drake and Naseem Al-Salem in the original place.
Naseem said with a smile, "As expected. If you couldn't handle that move just now, then I would have misjudged you."
Drake tilted his head, saying, "I'm a little curious. How could someone like you cooperate with a bug-like guy like that?"
There was no doubt that Naseem's aura was violent and brutal, and his body seemed to be entwined with the wails and curses of the dead.
But his evil was completely different from the Puppet King's. The two were people who followed completely different philosophies, yet they could actually mix together.
Naseem replied, "Of course it's because I'm bored! If I didn't cooperate with him, how would I have met an opponent like you!"
Saying this, Naseem moved his feet, directly approaching Drake, throwing a jab.
"Boxing, huh!"
Drake recognized all of Naseem's style, returning a jab as well.
The jab in boxing was simple and direct, so it was the fastest move among all combat techniques.
But if supernatural power was added, the situation would be completely different.
Naseem understood this principle as well, naturally not using ordinary moves to deal with Drake.
So his fist was attached with a huge amount of death magic power, slamming violently towards Drake.
"Terminal Barrage!" Naseem's Device technique, its effect simple and crude. But precisely because of this, there were no flaws.
And Drake's fist also carried scorching flames, colliding with Naseem's fist.
Drake could feel the powerful force coming from his arm, as well as the special power that seemed to want to take away the moisture from his body.
But Naseem's fist didn't break through Drake's flames. On the contrary, it was directly shattered by Drake's terrifying power.
There was no exaggeration. It was really shattered. Naseem's fist directly shattered, and his entire arm turned into something like sand.
Drake's fist missed, and those sands re-condensed into a fist, continuing to advance and hit Drake's chest.
Drake retreated, frowning as he looked at his chest, which was emitting white smoke.
Was there something wrong with the abilities of this world? In terms of combat power, most Blazers weren't actually that exaggerated, but their abilities were simply outrageous.
Yakushi Kiriko could transform her body, along with her clothes, into water vapor, which was clearly not something that could be done by simply manipulating water.
And the same went for Naseem in front of him. His ability was desiccation, and not the Logia-type Sand-Sand Fruit. How could he transform his body into particles and then re-condense them?
Something was wrong with Naseem's body! Drake immediately noticed this. It wasn't just a transformation, but the essence had already changed.
Naseem laughed wildly, saying, "Don't let me down! I've been looking forward to this battle for a long time."
Drake patted his chest, saying, "Then you can rest assured. I'll give you a good treat next!"
Naseem's pupils constricted, because he hadn't captured the process of Drake approaching him at all, seeing Drake closing in on him.
The flame wind armor on Drake's Device, the Evil Dragon, expanded in his vision, directly hitting his face.
The flames burned the skin on Naseem's face, and the huge force injured the inside of his cranial cavity. Blood flowed from Naseem's nose and the corners of his eyes.
And his entire person was directly sent flying, smashing all of the containers behind him out of shape.
After confirming the abnormality of Naseem's body, Drake also wanted to know how special his body was. This strike had used all of his strength.
If it had been anyone else, this punch would have been fatal.
But as Drake had expected, Naseem, who had been sent flying, stood up staggeringly, the expression on his face even more twisted.
"As expected, you can give me this feeling of being close to death, letting me feel a lot!"
"As you wish!"
There was nothing to say to this kind of lunatic. Drake directly came above Naseem, chopping down with his foot.
Naseem's arm, which he used to block, broke, and his entire body was smashed into the asphalt ground, spider web-like cracks spreading out on the solid ground.
Boom!
Black magic power soared into the sky, and this coastal port actually began to turn into sand.
And Naseem soared into the sky under the support of the black magic power, a straight punch heading towards Drake with incredible speed.
The sound of the collision exploded into circles of air waves, Drake blocking all of Naseem's attacks with head-on collisions.
The scale-like armor of the Evil Dragon turned crimson red, and Drake smashed down with a punch.
But unexpectedly, Naseem didn't take this punch head-on, dodging out with all his speed.
The power of this punch directly collapsed a part of the seaport, the seawater being lifted up before pouring back in.
Naseem said panting, "That was close! If I hadn't dodged that punch just now, I probably would have been killed directly, right?"
Drake raised his eyebrows, saying, "You noticed, huh? You're quite sharp!"
Naseem said in a low voice, That's only natural. I crawled out of the stomach of a woman who had been blown to pieces on the battlefield.
I've been walking side by side with death every moment since birth.
Because of those experiences, I have the ability to smell that scent.
The smell of gunpowder emanating from the guy who wants to kill me... should I call it killing intent?
You probably have this ability too, right! But your vague intuition is completely different from my perception.
I can directly read the thoughts in your brain before it gives the order to your body.
"Oh?"
Drake revealed an interested expression, saying, "Read killing intent, huh? Then try again... my killing intent towards you!"
Drake didn't understand what Naseem was proud of at all. Drake wasn't afraid of opponents who could really predict the future, so how could he be helpless against this fake?
He had even thought of more than one way to solve it.
Not to mention anything else, Drake could completely attack before he read his killing intent and reacted, and he could also control his killing intent so that he couldn't detect it.
You had to know that in Ryumei Temple, controlling one's "intent" during battle was a basic skill.
But now, Drake was using the simplest and most brutal method.
You could judge the opponent's battle strategy through killing intent, but it was useless when the difference in strength was too great.
Naseem's body trembled. He wasn't bragging. He could indeed sensitively detect the opponent's killing intent.
But precisely because of his sensitivity, he was directly shocked by the overwhelming killing intent.
Even as someone who had walked through countless battlefields, Naseem had never sensed such cold and terrifying killing intent.
He couldn't get any information from such killing intent at all. So it could be said that his "predict the future" ability had been directly sealed.
"Hahahahaha!"
Enveloped by such terrifying killing intent, Naseem laughed wildly instead.
"That's right, it's this feeling of dying at any moment that makes me feel alive!"
Then the crazy Naseem made a move that even Drake couldn't understand.
Naseem's fingers directly grabbed into the burned skin on his face, directly tearing off his entire face.
He didn't let Drake see any disgusting scenes, because his body was completely wrapped in soaring magic power. All that could be heard was the beast-like screams inside.
Golden light bloomed from the black magic power, the vast magic power making Drake unable to help but be a little moved.
As the magic power dissipated, what appeared in front of Drake... could no longer be seen as a human.
Like a charred corpse after being burned by flames, Naseem's head had completely turned into a jet-black skeleton, except that two black buffalo horns had grown on his head.
Most frightening was his eyes. His eyeballs had completely dissolved, but there was a flame-like light in the empty sockets.
On the contrary, his body had swelled more than twice as much, his muscles bulging well like rocks.
Huge bat wings spread out behind him, and an arrowhead tail extended from the end of his tail vertebrae, swinging in the air.
This posture was completely like the devil in mythology.
Drake also understood what had happened to Naseem's body. It was the Demon Person's
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