I, the All-Class Magus, All My Awakening Skills are LvMax

John's combat power surged exponentially, and his expression began to change, becoming more intense.

Godson, sensing a threat, displayed no fear.

The corners of his mouth visible beneath the cloak curled up slightly, showing his excitement.

"Interesting, very interesting indeed. Only someone like you is worthy to be my opponent," Godson remarked.

Holding the blade firmly, John gave a light chuckle in response, "Is that so? Then let's see if you can remember this strike from me!"

He tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword, then stepped back with his left foot, positioning himself in an archer's stance, ready to strike.

Godson's pupils dilated as he felt an oppressive force in the air, like a massive stone pressing down upon him.

It was as if some force had locked onto him, causing his hands to tremble uncontrollably—a sensation of dread he hadn't felt in a long time.

In that moment, it seemed as though the blade was suspended above his head, and if it were to fall, it would mean certain death for him.

No, he couldn't allow the blade to fall.

With this thought, Godson clenched his teeth and, instead of retreating, surged forward, manipulating the vines nearby to rush towards John's direction.

It appeared as though the vines were about to engulf John.

Dark Fox's pupils dilated, his instincts urging him to rush over.

No, this couldn't continue.

If something happened to John, they would all perish here.

He realized that only John could truly stand against this so-called Godson.

Their own powers were ineffective against Godson, but John's were potent, indicating that they were the ones who counter each other.

Even at the cost of his own life, he must provide John with a stepping stone, ensuring his safe escape!

But in the next second, he saw John move!

The blade in John's hand was now held horizontally, and John's true aura had changed, becoming more dangerous and mysterious.

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They seemed to see a giant shadow looming behind John, a figure they had never seen before, filled with immense threat.

In that moment, John had completely transformed into someone they had never seen before, and the threat he posed was enormous.

This was different, fundamentally different!

Countless vines converged in front of John, as if desperately trying to stop him.

The vines whipped around frantically, like HP being swept away, but they could not inflict any damage on John.

John's gaze sharpened, his eyes becoming incredibly piercing.

In the next second—Boom!

John's blade swept out towards Godson!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In an instant, all the vines blocking his path were pulverized into dust.

The power of this strike was immense, even carving deep marks into the floor!

Some areas even shattered directly, appearing terrifyingly formidable.

The blade's energy materialized, charging towards Godson!

Godson's pupils dilated.

Although he had suspected John was no ordinary foe, the sheer force of this strike still sent chills down his spine.

It was terrifying, truly terrifying.

Was this the extent of John's power?

No, this was wrong, this was not the John he had imagined.

John was only supposed to be at the gold-tier; how could he possibly match him, a diamond-tier? Why?

He was Godson, the sole spokesperson for the divine in this world, the most powerful being.

Everyone else was merely his vassal!

Godson dared not face the blade directly and attempted to dodge, but found himself seemingly locked in place, unable to move!

It felt as though a mountain was pressing down on him, making it excruciatingly painful.

He tried to move away quickly but found his speed reduced by 80%!

This was the first time he had experienced such a terrifying slowdown.

Grinding his teeth as the blade's energy approached, he found himself with nowhere to hide, no way to retreat.

If he were to die here, all his previous efforts would become a joke!

No, he must survive, no matter what.

The feeling of being targeted by such immense energy was truly harrowing.

In a panic, Godson thought of fleeing, but he was unable to react.

Ultimately, he had no choice but to desperately try other means.

The light orb in his hand slowly began to manifest.

Though far away, John could still sense the odious presence emanating from that orb.

It was that detestable dark god again!

John's expression grew even more grim.

He followed up his initial attack with another powerful strike.

He did not want to leave Godson any chance to escape, nor did he want to continue wasting time here.

He had to cut off Godson's retreat completely, ensuring that he could resolve this situation as quickly as possible.

Seeing such a potent follow-up attack after the initial strike, even Godson began to feel apprehensive.

Truthfully, Godson had never anticipated that John's attack power would be so formidable.

It was outrageously strong, leaving no room for anyone to survive, and not something that could be countered in a short period of time.

The more he thought about it, the more distressed he became.

Why should it be this way?

Why, when he was the world's Godson, the sole child of his deity, the divine spokesperson on Earth?

All other gods should be destroyed, swallowed by his own god.

Only then would his god be the only god in this world, and only then would he possess the world's ultimate power.

Everyone else should perish; they shouldn't be alive to trouble him.

As the blade nearly struck Godson, the energy in the orb in his hand grew intensely powerful.

Just as the blade's energy was about to hit Godson, the orb exploded into a transparent shield.

But the shield only lasted a mere second before bursting apart.

Boom!

In that instant, the shield seemed like transparent paper, effortlessly torn apart.

At the same time, John distinctly felt his own power surge.

Indeed, as long as he encountered any of the opponent's energy, dispersing it completely, he would become even stronger.

John keenly noticed that Bloodthirsty Blade seemed to grow even more excited.

It vibrated incessantly in his hand, as if expressing its current state of emotion.

It seemed that the blade thrived on the power of mystical adversaries.

If he could annihilate all this power, the blade would undoubtedly become stronger.

Godson's pupils dilated in shock, unprepared for the divine power to be as fragile as a layer of paper in that instant.

He involuntarily began to retreat, but soon realized something was amiss—his body was barely under his control, and his hands trembled uncontrollably with fading strength.

Despite his efforts to push back, the next second a fireball struck him square in the chest!

Boom!

In that instant, the fireball ignited his cloak.

John saw clearly as Godson's health points were halved by the impact.