The Rise of the Urban God

CHAPTER 133

“I’m not a punk. My name is Alveron!” Alveron slashed with his sword in a double-handed grip. “Bright Kiss!”

Suddenly, everything in front of Ulmer’s clone became bright, which blinded him from seeing anything.

Before he could do anything, his body was vertically split in half along with the desert ground which was cut open for hundreds of meters.

But the clone began to reattach its severed parts right away as they fell into the crevice.

“Primal Fang!” Alveron sent gusts of sharp wind to blast the clone’s body into bits and pieces.

A few seconds passed.

There was no sign of movement from the crevice.

“Is it finally done? He was more annoying than I thought, but… I infused light energy into the last two attacks,” Alveron thought. “It’s not like spiritual energy, but it has the power to act upon the user’s thoughts. So, the clone might still be alive down there, but he still won’t be able to fully reattach himself.”

Alveron sheathed his sword and walked away from there.

“I should get ba