The battle over at the City Lord’s Mansion had long since startled the entire Tyrone City.
The people watched in fear and unease at the terrifying Demonic Light bursting forth in the sky above the City Lord’s Mansion, and many, fearing they would be caught in the crossfire, were fleeing towards the outskirts of Tyrone City.
However, among the crowd fleeing towards the city gates, there was one person moving against the flow, pushing his way towards the City Lord’s Mansion.
Meng Xiaotian was holding his phone, filming the terrifying Demonic Light that occasionally flashed from the City Lord’s Mansion as he pushed through the crowd, sprinting towards the City Lord’s Mansion.
Meng Xiaotian’s father named him Xiaotian hoping he would be content with a modest life, a bit of land, a peaceful existence.
But Meng Xiaotian thought differently; he believed a man should carve out a realm, live as a hero, and die as a legend, not live a mundane life.
At first, Meng Xiaotian wanted to become a Magic Armor Master, but fate did not grant him that opportunity; he had no talent to become one.
In his frustration and regret, a man appeared in front of him.
That man, like him, had no talent for becoming a Magic Armor Master but became a dominant lord instead. It was that man who told him that a man does not necessarily need to fight, but when a fight is necessary, he must have the best fighters on his side.
Since then, finding potential Magic Armor Masters became Meng Xiaotian’s pursuit.
Upon hearing about the chaos in Tyrone City, Meng Xiaotian felt this was an opportunity. Maybe he could seize this chaos and recruit some Magic Armor Masters for his boss.
Although Meng Xiaotian himself was not a Magic Armor Master, his understanding of the masters and the magic armor was even more professional than some Magic Armor Masters.
Merely by observing the Demonic Light shining in battle, he deduced that there were three Magic Armor Masters fighting, one controlling a Phoenix, another presumably controlling a Fierce Battle God.
The last one was the reason Meng Xiaotian was desperately rushing towards the City Lord’s Mansion.
Based on his years of research and experience, the last Magic Armor Master in battle should be the "God."
That unique red Light Pattern, though not especially dazzling to others, was unmistakable to Meng Xiaotian. It had to be the world’s number one Magic Armor Master, God, whose unique red Light Pattern flow had no second match.
When the War God’s Fury erupted, the sky-piercing light pillar illuminated the whole of Tyrone City, and as the pillar gradually shrank into a ball of light, Meng Xiaotian was one hundred percent certain it was God.
The Hand of God—no other Magic Armor Master in the world could perform the Hand of God; only that god-like master could use such Magic Armor Techniques.
Suddenly, the light ball in the sky streaked across the firmament, flying towards them.
Meng Xiaotian was instantly shocked. With his understanding of Magic Armor Masters, he naturally understood what was happening.
As most people watched the light ball streak across the sky like a meteor in shock and uncertainty, Meng Xiaotian desperately tried to distance himself from the light ball.
Of course, his speed couldn’t outrun the light ball. As it was about to crash not far away, Meng Xiaotian’s mind went blank, feeling doomed.
He stood there, dumbly watching the light ball fall, his phone still subconsciously filming.
Just when Meng Xiaotian thought this would be the last moment of his life, he suddenly saw a black figure amid the crowd leap up like a phantom, appearing on the trajectory of the falling light ball.
A long, sleek body wrapped in black armor with a purple edge soared high, combining a sense of strength and beauty, undoubtedly a Magic Armor Master.
That spectral Magic Armor Master, with a posture surpassing the height of the light ball, angled his body in the air, with one leg retracting to the limit, posing in an extremely bizarre stance like a soccer player preparing to shoot.
"What does he intend to do? Kicking the Demon Light Ball gathered by the Hand of God with his foot?" Meng Xiaotian felt that the Magic Armor Master must be crazy.
That Demon Light Ball encased the entire power of the War God’s Fury; it’s not just a matter of whether that master could withstand it.
Even if he could, an explosion of the Demon Light Ball here would obliterate everything within miles.
The place was packed with fleeing people; the number of casualties in such an event would be unfathomable.
It would be better for the Demon Light Ball to continue flying further and explode at a more distant place, causing less damage.
Yet in the next second, Meng Xiaotian’s eyes widened, his eyeballs almost protruding, his eyelids seemed about to split apart.
The Magic Armor Master’s powerful thigh swung, and his foot, trailing a shadow, struck the approaching Demon Light Ball.
Seeing the Demon Light Ball seeming to explode at any moment, receiving such a heavy blow, it did not explode.
A resounding boom was heard, and with the Magic Armor Master’s swing, the Demon Light Ball filled with terrifying energy was kicked back.
The Demon Light Ball surged back, tearing through space and breaking the sound barrier, the resultant sonic boom making eardrums painfully throb.
"Unbelievable... kicking the Demon Light Ball launched by the Hand of God back... Is this truly a human feat?" Meng Xiaotian snapped back, quickly redirecting his phone’s camera to follow the direction the Demon Light Ball flew.