Liam's entire body shuddered in impact. His vision blurred, and his insides shook. How was this possible? This person was not this powerful.
He quickly got back up and centered himself. He churned the mana core and used more mana to strengthen himself. He then started casting a ring of fire around him.
However, before the ring could close. The guy was already standing in front of him.
POW!
Another punch landed, breaking a few of his ribs.
Liam coughed up blood and staggered backward. What was happening? He was not even able to get a stand to think clearly. Everything was happening way too quickly.
Was this person really hiding this much power before? No, it was impossible.
He was the only one who was above Level 50. Without a mana core, it was impossible for anyone else to be able to reach his level.
They might possess techniques, they might possess items, but his mana core was top grade. He wielded enough mana to handle these things.
But what the hell was happening now?
He wasn't able to make any moves at all. He was being slammed left and right. Even the moves were different when compared to before.
If the technique used before was incomplete, now it felt as if a master was executing the same thing.
No, it was almost as if Liam was fighting with an entirely different person!
He was completely out of his league, unable to respond. As he staggered back, coughing up blood, once again the guy appeared behind him.
Liam was only able to turn around and catch a glimpse of the person before he was again sent flying away. This person was cold and ruthless. If he doesn't do something soon…
But where was the chance? When Liam landed, he was again met with the same person, ready to punch him again. In the span of a second, he had become a punching bag.
"Damn it." Liam tried to retaliate, and it was no use. His attack was easily blocked, and the next punch was ready to come at him to break his remaining ribs.
However, all of a sudden something happened. This time before the next blow could connect, another figure materialized in front of him and blocked the attack.
"You cannot do this." His voice thundered. "This is against the rules. You cannot possess a player. Think before you act."
It took a second, but Liam recognized the familiar voice. It was the old man from the blacksmith association whom he knew from before.
How was he here? He knew this player? And why was he talking about possessing? Who was possessing whom?
Liam had several questions in his mind. However, this was not the time for it. He needed to gather himself.
While the two in front of him stared at each other silently, he used this chance to dunk some healing potions and also drank the water from the little girl's lake.
He was immediately able to recover to some extent, but that didn't solve anything. Just as he managed to take a breather, the old man in front of him started to flicker.
"I told you not to interfere. This is my tower. Get out." The player shouted arrogantly, and the old man completely disappeared.
Liam shuddered and looked up. He instantly understood what was happening and scrambled to stand up, retreating back several faces.
The old man was gone. He was really gone. The one person who could have helped him and stopped all of this was also probably kicked out of the tower just like the others.
And he was very sure that a random player, a human being from earth who simply logged into this game, was not capable of doing all this.
This was the tower master's plan all along. He had trapped him nicely without any route for escape.
Liam had never expected that the final opponent he would face in this tournament would be the tower master himself. Why was this person even targeting him? How could he possibly win against someone like this?
His level seemed to be restricted, but there was far too much difference between them. Items, stats, or techniques, they were in different leagues.
He also had no idea what level the tower master was. At his stage, he definitely possessed a mana core and perhaps more.
Liam wasn't even able to get a hold. He gritted his teeth and looked at the opponent in front of him.
The big guy stared back at him seethingly. The pair of ruthless eyes did not blink. There were dark circles under the eyes.
This was the tower master, or like the blacksmith association elder mentioned, he was possessing the player? That would explain why the person suddenly became overpowered.
And if he was really not using his true body, then maybe he still had a chance? Liam racked his brain to come up with a strategy, but at this point, there was nothing else to do. He had to fight.
"What? You figured it out so soon?" Crawford sneered. "This body is indeed inconvenient, but it will do. This is more than enough to take you down, you arrogant brat. Come!"
Liam immediately unleashed a sizzling tornado. This was one of the strongest attacks he had in his arsenal, and he directly used that. There was no time to test the waters in this fight. Even a single slip-up could mean his death and more.
ROAR!
Instantly, the winds began coiling, and a big tornado started forming in the middle of the arena, shooting out lightning bolts haphazardly.
This was a double-edged sword as it affected both Liam and the opponent. However, it also gave him some leeway to cast the next attack.
And Liam did not stop. He wanted to use this precious chance. He immediately cast a ring of fire around himself and then sent out dark cutters towards the old man.
With the three of his most powerful attacks combined together, maybe he would be able to get an upper hand?
