Otherworldly Affairs Office-Chapter 820: Engine

"Is it really that strong?" Hearing Ye Ruozai say this, Xia Yu, who had slightly recovered her strength, struggled to stand up from the ground and looked at Zheng Jia Ru with eager anticipation.

"Very strong!" Ye Ruozai nodded solemnly in affirmation, then remembered the embarrassing incident from before and shook his head with a chuckle: "Except, after activating this ability, he gets into an extremely hyperactive state, as if his brain is fried. He completely changes from his lazy demeanor after finishing training, where he didn't even bother to speak, into an impulsive, energetic teenager."

As he spoke, on the other side, Zheng Jia Ru also demonstrated Ye Ruozai's words with his actions. Even without anyone talking to him, he was standing in place, taking small steps, swinging his fists at the air in front of him, muttering to himself: "Mortals! You have no idea what kind of existence you've angered. I've transcended beyond the realm of humans. Prepare to face the judgment of the gods! Oh! Hehehe!"

The most infuriating part was that these words, whether intentionally or unintentionally, were translated word for word using the Magic Realm's translation device. Boss, who was confronting him, couldn't help but scoff upon hearing this: "Mortals? It's been years since anyone's called us that. Gods? I have seen some who claim to be gods, but none as mad as you. As for judgment, sorry, but we're always the ones judging others!"

With that said, Boss's figure flashed as he preemptively launched an attack on this suddenly appeared madman, swinging a punch towards his head while shouting: "Earth-element high-level magic. Heavy Rock Technique! The knight's virtues of justice and courage! Invoke: God's Blessing. Grace of the Gods. Ability enhancement!"

Facing the iron fist that was tearing through the air and causing sonic booms, Zheng Jia Ru's body slightly leaned back, his neck arched, yet he didn't dodge. Instead, he brazenly crashed his forehead against the oncoming fist.

Bang! No one could have imagined that the mere meeting of fist and skull could produce such a loud noise. After the sound, there was a barely noticeable crack of bone, and then a muffled groan of pain. Boss looked in disbelief at his shattered armor and fractured knuckles, unable to accept that his powerful strike was actually met head-on with someone's forehead!

At this moment, Zheng Jia Ru didn't look much better, a flash of pain crossed his face, red as a ripe persimmon, and nosebleed trickled from his nostrils. Yet, Zheng Jia Ru didn't care at all, pressing his forehead against the opponent's fist, he exclaimed with excitement: "All that fancy incantation was for nothing! Where's your judgment, Sir Knight?"

"Boss! Quickly retreat, don't engage him in close combat!" Jiaheris, sensing something amiss, called out to warn, but it was too late. Just as he spoke, Zheng Jia Ru raised his knee high, crashing it into Boss's stomach.

It's too late to dodge! At this distance, I can withstand such knee and elbow attacks! With this thought, Boss decisively ignored the pain of his already fractured fingers, arched his body backwards, and crossed his palms over his chest to meet Zheng Jia Ru's raised knee, forcing it down with all his might!

The moment the palms met the knee, the previous pain from the fractured fingers made Boss's brow furrow tightly together. But seeing the knee check, he breathed a sigh of relief, more eager to change tactics for a counterattack, only to find the suppressed knee suddenly re-energized, breaking through his palm defense, inflicting injuries to both his hands, and smashing heavily into his chest.

"Earth-element high-level magic: Mountain Contract!"

"Pff!" At the moment the palms couldn't hold off the opponent's attack, Boss invoked magic to boost his defense attributes, yet when this attack landed firmly on his body, he still couldn't withstand the damage. Amidst the sound of crumbling rocks, a mouthful of energy-converted blood sprayed out.

Damn it! At such a close distance, without any leverage, how did he manage to accelerate again and inflict such severe damage? Just as Boss was utterly puzzled, Zheng Jia Ru's next attack arrived, the gust of wind passed, and even without looking, he knew the opponent was aiming for his head.

"Holy Armor...!"

"Holy my ass!" Zheng Jia Ru didn't even give him the chance to finish speaking, swinging a punch towards his forehead. Boss had no choice but to lift his still-healing arm to block at his side, crack! A bone-crunching sound ensued as this punch broke Boss's arm, and the remaining force knocked off his helmet.

Zheng Jia Ru was relentless, like a street thug in a brawl, grabbing his opponent's hair, pulling him into his embrace, and landing a knee-strike. Ignoring the enemy's cries of pain, he followed with an uppercut punch along Boss's elevated body, striking downward. Upon accurately hitting his chin, the punch sent Boss flying backward with gusting wind.

Witnessing his companion being blown away, Jiaheris had no choice but to abandon the plan of flanking Zheng Jia Ru. Sidestepping, he caught the airbourne Boss, and they both retreated more than ten steps before stabilizing their stance. Gazing at the Boss in his arms, who was continuously vomiting blood, he felt both heartache and anger, unable to restrain himself from reproaching: "You were too reckless! You knew clearly that the opponent..."

Before he could finish, Boss, gathering strength from somewhere unknown, pushed him away, staring fixedly at Zheng Jia Ru, babbling angrily. No one understood what he was saying until he spat out the broken teeth from his mouth, placing a hand on his jaw to heal the fractured bone. Then he finally roared with a human voice: "I'm going to kill him! I must kill him!"

Humiliation! Such disgrace! Since his childhood training on the path of a knight, never had he been beaten like a helpless street thug, not even when facing the strongest Round Table Knight!

"Heaven-Dropping True Saint Armor Technique!"

Upon hearing this, Zheng Jia Ru and the other three didn't react much, but Jiaheris and the onlookers jumped up in shock, exclaiming. Jiaheris rushed in front of Boss, grabbing him, looking at the still faint light in the sky, and urgently shouted: "What are you doing! This isn't the Magic Realm, and you are a soul attached to an energy body, not a human. Forcefully transcending real Saint Armor, you won't be able to withstand the spatial rupture, nor the burden the Saint Armor puts on your body! Such damage could seriously harm your soul, even causing you to be obliterated!"

"Help me!" Ignoring his friend's advice, Boss, on the edge of a berserk state, glared with bloodshot eyes and spat out two words.

"Damn it!" Fully aware of Boss's temperament and nature, Jiaheris knew it was too late to salvage the situation. He had no choice but to go along, turning to shout at Gerald: "Gerald! Come help! If we're successful, we might resolve this trouble once and for all!"