Chapter 242 Noah The Messenger Of Hell

• Ramsay pressed forward with ferocity, his twin blades carving streaks of light across the Mountain’s massive form. Each strike bit deep, tearing molten cracks into its stony hide, only for the wounds to seal again in seconds.
• Still, Ramsay did not relent. His arms moved in a storm of precision and fury, forcing the colossal being back step after step. For the first time, the Mountain yielded ground beneath the weight of his assault.
• The arena shook with every blow, dust raining from above to tell the arena was nothing but illusion, sparks bursting where steel met stone. Ramsay’s breathing came fast, but his focus was absolute. The Mountain was healing, yes—but it was being pushed.