Dragon Slaying

"Hello." Zhou Leng replied politely.

"I watched your match with the Shaman Giant. I'm glad I lost to him. If I'd won, then the one talking to you now should have been him." Chong Zhihui sighed with deep emotion.

"I didn't hold back my strength." Zhou Leng had no grudge against the Shaman Giant and had not wanted to kill him.

"That's why I'm even more glad. And besides, I sensed the aura of the Giant Insects from you."

"I conquered an Insect Race member and was treated as its Father Insect," Zhou Leng said.

"No wonder," Chong Zhihui said. "The fist intent contained in that punch was very special. The way your fist intent stacked seemed somewhat similar to our Giant Insects' attacks..."

He gave an awkward laugh and said, "So, would you be willing to trade that fist art with my race?"

Zhou Leng thought for a moment. "This fist art was created by a Martial Saint Realm member of my race after comprehending a Deity's ruins. By rights, it should not be traded. But if you have something I need, I can consider it."

Zhou Leng was now one of Dragon Nation's leaders and had the authority to conduct such a trade.

"Alright, let me see what I have here. You can take a look and see whether there's anything you need."

As Chong Zhihui spoke, he took out item after item from his Stellar Void Bag.

"Some things can't be traded with low-level civilizations, but you should be a member of a high-level civilization, so those restrictions don't apply to you..."

Zhou Leng glanced at Chong Zhihui. He did not know whether the man had said it deliberately or carelessly, but that was how cosmic trade worked: if the people did not report it, the officials