Fan Lang's attack was simple and brutal. He directly condensed Mystic Power and the Dragon God Bloodline into one upon his fist, then aimed at his enemy and threw a punch.
Dragon God Destruction Fist!
This punch was utterly devastating, piercing through everything ahead and blasting out a pitch-black tunnel of nothingness. It struck the defender head-on, accompanied by an ear-splitting dragon roar.
The defender and his carriage shattered together. He died cleanly, without even having time to let out a groan.
Another instant kill!
Within the same realm, very few could withstand a single exchange with Fan Lang. With all his outrageous advantages, dealing with these enemies was child's play.
While some rejoiced and others mourned, cheers erupted from the Aurora God Kingdom. The Western Heaven God Kingdom had lost another match; some cursed loudly, while others hung their heads in dejection.
Fan Lang withdrew his fist. To him, these two battles had not even counted as a warm-up.
Leaving wreckage behind, he flew off the arena.
"Next!"
Fan Lang arrived at another arena. This time, his opponent was another True Self Realm expert. With his consecutive victories, he had earned military merit and greatly boosted morale. Having gained Iron Bone Marshal's tacit approval, he did not even need to ask before continuing his challenges in one breath.
Many were curious, wanting to know how long Fan Lang could maintain this momentum.
At least in this battle, there was absolutely no suspense.
The defender on this arena looked at Fan Lang and truly felt as if disaster were about to strike. Fear welled up instinctively, and he secretly Begged Forgiveness. "I am only following orders. I hold no personal grudge against you. Please show mercy later and spare my life."
"This is a border conflict between two god kingdoms.