"Is this the ability that comes with having four great Bloodlines?!"
Greg Jensen watched the scene unfold, his curiosity about the Dark Golden Triangle's extreme plant evolution research growing more intense.
However, he didn't have much time to ponder; a hurricane was curling up before him.
Immediately following, Oscar Jones' fist, now three times larger, dragged its afterimage as it slammed down fiercely.
"Go to hell, Owen Anderson!"
Oscar Jones sneered, his grotesque facial features twisting even more.
Little did he know... perhaps in the eyes of others, his speed was the pinnacle of velocity, but under Greg Jensen's Divine Eye of Heaven's Secret, his movements were still as clear as day.
Greg, with no rush, threw a punch of his own, under the amplification of the Divine Dragon Transformation, infinite and vast vitality rolled within him, converging into his fist, and collided hard with Oscar Jones'!
Boom!
