My Substitute CEO Bride romance Capítulo 1215

Regulus, in particular, seemed somewhat unconvinced. "Could your elixirs be diluted?"

Bertram sneered, "Want to give it a try?"

Regulus eagerly jumped at the opportunity. "I'm game!"

Bertram looked toward Nash as if asking for his permission. Nash nodded. "Let's give it a try. I also want to see your full strength!"

When he made a bet with Regulus last time, Regulus had just stood there and let him attack. It took him his full strength just to push him back three steps. He wanted to see how strong Regulus' power was and also to deal with the restless Bertram.

"Where should we do it?" Bertram scratched his head. The destructive power of a full-powered Mystique Loyalty Realm battle was pretty considerable. They could not just fight in the city.

"Let's go to Typhen Ridge. There's a desolate mountain there with no villages around,” Yellow Crane suggested.

…

The group arrived at the summit. They did not bother with transportation and put their abilities on show as they made their way to Typhen Ridge.

"Yellow Crane, change into your real form and ride on my shoulder. I'll take you there!" Eric suggested.

Yellow Crane chuckled. "I can fly on my own. There’s no need for you to carry me!" With that, he stomped his foot and turned into a wisp of green smoke, drifting toward the distance at a surprising speed. He left everyone amazed.

Eric bent his legs and leaped into the air, turning into a blur as he streaked through the sky. By the time he landed again, he was already a kilometer away. Immediately after he landed, he disappeared again. It was difficult for ordinary people to perceive his whereabouts.

Bertram landed in the middle of a school's playground, the ground cracking open from the impact. As the students playing on the playground looked over, all they could see was a cloud of dust.

Typhen Ridge was a desolate and uninhabited space. The roar of a tiger echoed from within, startling the birds into flight.

Regulus leaped over in a single bound.

Bertram licked his lips, his eyes burning with intensity. If one did not know better, they might think he was some rogue following after a young woman.

The moment Regulus landed, Bertram's fist was already hurtling toward him. It was the size of a cooking pot and was enveloped in red true energy. It looked like he was wearing a pair of red gloves.

Regulus clenched his fist and met the punch head-on.

Both of them were incredibly fast. Even Nash and the others could only see two black shadows colliding.

At the point of impact, the dry yellow grass along with the soil lifted up and scattered in all directions.

Bertram laughed heartily. "That felt good! Again!”