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As I kept an eye in the battles around me, I continued fighting Maleficus, who showed to be quite amazingly resilient. The old bastard was very proficient at getting a beating, because he simply could keep on taking more and more.
"{Abyssal Dragon's Palm}!"
Creating a foul imitation of my own Palm Attacks, he swiftly stretched his Miasmic Arm, replacing the one I had cut off from his shoulders and swiftly slamming it against me.
CRAAASH!!!
The pressure and power were enormous, and by merely touching this hand, I felt that my soul was slowly burning and dying. This is most likely the power of his Abyssal Flames and the powers he has cultivated thanks to his One Thousand Abyssal Ghosts Physique.
But it's not like I had ran out of tricks myself. In fact, I was just starting myself. Between my powerful weapon attacks to my life draining and weakening curses, I had still a few aces I hadn't used yet!
