"Aaargh! I will not lose!" Diallo roared, then got up and disappeared.
"It's fast, too, even though his body is five times heavier than before," Benedict mused as he dodged a punch from Diallo, who appeared suddenly beside him.
Without a glance or a turn of the head, Benedict casually greeted Diallo's punch with a punch.
"Bang!" The two fists clashed, and Diallo and Benedict were sent 25 metres backwards, their feet scraping the ground.
"Srak!" A puff of dust and smoke covered them; no one could see what was happening between them.
Benedict only put 1% of his strength against Diallo. But Diallo had already exerted 95% of his strength. Diallo's breathing had become irregular; his chest was heaving rapidly, and the berserker aura effect had begun to wear off with only 2 minutes left.
"Wind bullets!" Benedict shot dozens of wind bullets from his mouth; Diallo could not see the direction of Benedict's attack because it was covered in dust.