Severin's formidable physical power promptly destroyed Zia's attack, and the remaining traces of energy struck Zia without seemingly any diminished point in view. That punch carried the weight of a mountain, and the surging energy delivered a powerful blow to Zia's chest as he penetrated the defensive aura in front of him.
The counterattack caught Zia by surprise, and he could feel several ribs breaking. An unbearable pain seared through his internal organs, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. Despite realizing that something was amiss, Zia doubled down on his efforts and retreated several dozen feet to create a distance between himself and Severin.
That confrontation, though brief, made him aware of Severin's terrifying physical prowess. Energy as potent as that of the surrounding energy, coupled with a power comparable to that of a real dragon, left Zia in awe. Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he cursed to himself and said, "Damn it! He's not a supreme saint!"
Even a supreme saint who had specialized in physical training was, at most, as strong as a mediocre-quality spiritual treasure. However, Severin's physical strength had already surpassed that. Zia could sense a fluctuation of power that surpassed tens of thousands of kilograms! It was shocking, to say the least! His strength had gone beyond what ordinary supreme saints could be expected to possess.
Zia concluded that Severin must be at least a level two paragon like himself. That no doubt came as an even greater surprise because Severin's attainment was only at level eight supreme saint back at the Artic Heights. In others words, Severin had broken through from the level eight supreme saint to level two paragon within two months.
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