Peak Showdown

Sakre, after a brief moment of daze, casually tossed the sword hilts in his hands away. His entire demeanor shifted instantly.

This change startled Allen, making it impossible for him to reconcile the Sakre before him with the Count who had lost all his gold coins in the Old Castle and thrown a tantrum.

As if looking at the same face but a different person, Sakre unleashed a tangible battle intent. His body was covered in Golden Battle Qi, like a mist enveloping him. His cold expression was filled with imposing aura.

Several lackeys retreated in perfect coordination, their faces contorted in fear, their expressions exaggerated, and their bodies trembling. It was clear they had rehearsed this many times in private.

Sakre glanced back with satisfaction at his overacting lackeys before looking provocatively at Allen.

Although Allen didn't understand Battle Qi and had never practiced it, the subtle pressure he felt still made him uneasy.

"It seems this kid has been hiding his strength quite deeply," Allen mused.

Big Babylon's expression gradually turned serious. His years of combat experience made him instinctively sense danger, and he re-examined his opponent, who was now radiating golden light.

Sakre was completely enveloped in Battle Qi. The golden waves of energy produced faint sonic booms.

Big Babylon walked towards Sakre, step by step.

Sakre's lips curved into a faint smile. The muscles in his arms seemed to have expanded by thirty percent. The pure steel armguards on his arms were covered in cracks.

"As expected, his reputation is well-deserved," Allen stroked his stubble, recalling what the old Butler, Leisi, had told him. Sakre's Golden Battle Qi originated from the Blind Dragon Sword Saint. Golden Battle Qi was incredibly overbearing, with wide, sweeping moves that focused on harming the enemy rather than self-preservation. Once unleashed, it was like carrying the force of wind and thunder, concentrating all Battle Qi to a focal point, maintaining it at the critical point before delivering a final blow that could instantly destroy everything in its path.

With every step Sakre took, his figure seemed to grow. The stone bricks beneath his feet shattered, one after another. As if gathering power, the Golden Battle Qi covering his body became increasingly dazzling, making it possible to only vaguely discern his silhouette.

Whether it was Allen, who was watching from the side, or the several lackeys, including Little Zack, everyone stared intently at the two figures about to clash.

Only Dina, oblivious to the unfolding tension, finished eating all the grilled meat in her hands. She cast a longing glance at the grilled meat cart to Sakre's right. Noticing that no one was paying attention to her, she tiptoed and bent down, moving towards it.

Big Babylon felt the threat and let out a low growl, "On the honor of the War God Kakarou, grant me your blessing, Barbarian!"

After invoking the name of the God of the Wasteland, a totem-like halo suddenly appeared beneath his feet, emitting an eerie black light.

Allen watched the halo beneath Big Babylon's feet, a sense of alertness rising within him.

Having read countless books since childhood, how could he not recognize this battle ring, a unique skill of Barbarian warriors?

The Barbarians of the Savage Ancient Plains were, in essence, all warriors. Besides their naturally semi-petrified skin, a small number of elite warriors, through countless battles, could comprehend another racial ultimate skill – the Barbarian Battle Ring.

Barbarian warriors from different tribes comprehended different Barbarian Battle Rings. These rings could greatly enhance the user's combat power and defense. Moreover, as the battle rings advanced, they could even resist some mental attacks and magical elemental damage.

However, the number of Barbarian warriors who comprehended battle rings was extremely small, practically one in ten thousand. Besides the Chieftains of the major tribes, only elite warriors who had faced the brink of death countless times could awaken this racial special ability. If the Descendants of Titan Bloodline among the Barbarians were Qi Killers, then the elite warriors with Barbarian Battle Rings were Mage Killers.

Big Babylon, standing on the Bloodhoof Battle Ring, saw Sakre approaching within two meters. He let out a low roar, "On the honor of the War God!" and lunged forward like a tiger descending from a mountain.

Sakre, through the few steps he had taken, had forcefully boosted all the Battle Qi within him. Seeing his opponent unable to wait and attack first, he also leaped forward, striking preemptively. His fingers curled like tiger claws, aiming for Big Babylon's bald head.

Both men leaped high into the air. Sakre jumped higher, about two meters off the ground, while Big Babylon jumped lower, about one and a half meters. However, Big Babylon was taller, so his face was roughly level with Sakre's chest.

Both men moved incredibly fast, but there was someone even faster.

At the critical moment, as the two were about to clash in their peak confrontation, a third person intervened: Dina.

Like a sneaky thief, Dina tiptoed, bent low, and seized the opportunity to dart under the two, her target the grilled meat vendor's cart.

Just as Sakre and Big Babylon were about to make contact, Dina, still bent low, slipped beneath their feet.

Then, the scene dramatically shifted, presenting a jaw-dropping spectacle.

First, Sakre, in mid-air, suddenly felt his Battle Qi destabilize, almost causing him to fall. But seeing Big Babylon closing in, he gathered all his strength and swiped at Big Babylon's bald forehead.

Five bloody gashes appeared on Big Babylon's forehead.

Next, Big Babylon. As Dina darted under his feet, the totem battle ring beneath him inexplicably vanished. His entire body suddenly felt weak. But seeing Sakre above him about to strike his head, he instinctively swung his arm and slapped his opponent's face.

"Slap!"

A slap mark appeared on Sakre's handsome profile.

Allen and the many lackeys witnessed a scene that made them want to laugh. Sakre, like a descending war god, his body shimmering with golden light, his figure surging with the force of wind and thunder, leaped into the air. After Dina darted under his feet, his body's radiance suddenly dissipated. Sakre's handsome face was filled with confusion and innocence, and he instinctively reached out to scratch Big Babylon's bald head.

As for Big Babylon, the Barbarian elite warrior, he wasn't faring any better. One moment he was leaping up with the imposing aura of an upright black bear. After his burly figure soared into the air and Dina passed beneath him, he, like Sakre, entered a state of bewilderment. But he wasn't as quick to react as Sakre and took a claw swipe directly to the forehead.

However, it was clear this guy wasn't one to take things lying down. After taking a swipe, he swung his arm and slapped Sakre.

The two leaped into the air with full momentum, one swiping at the other, the other slapping back...

Then, as if nothing had happened, they both fell to the ground simultaneously, their faces pressed together, eyes locked.

Indeed, neither of them had a good temper. The next second, they were rolling on the ground, grappling with each other like a wronged wife fighting a mistress, exchanging blows as they tumbled.

Big Babylon, leveraging his height and long limbs, grabbed Sakre's golden hair and, without a word, began to pull.

Sakre, seeing his hair being pulled, couldn't stand it and his anger flared. He grabbed Big Babylon's ear with his left hand and went for his eyes with his right.

Big Babylon, eyes squeezed shut, was pinned by Sakre, his legs flailing as he desperately held onto the other's hair.

Sakre, straddling Big Babylon, craned his neck, his eyes askew. He no longer cared about his hair and desperately tried to gouge Big Babylon's eyes with his claw-like hand.

Big Babylon, a Barbarian with extensive combat experience, saw that the situation was not in his favor. "Ptooey!" He spat a mouthful of phlegm directly onto Sakre's face.

His Excellency the Count had a slight obsession with cleanliness since childhood. He couldn't tolerate such a low-class move. He formed his right hand into a claw and directly went for Big Babylon's crotch.

"Oww!" A heart-wrenching wail erupted from Big Babylon's mouth. Sakre, with phlegm still on his face, wore a victorious grin.

"Clang!" Big Babylon wasn't one to be trifled with either. Enduring the potential consequence of losing his lineage, he slammed his bald forehead into Sakre's lips.

A pearly white front tooth flew out and landed at Allen's feet.

"Fuck your mother!" Sakre, with a broken mouth and missing teeth, had picked up Allen's common vulgarities. After a curse, his left paw gripped his opponent's crotch even tighter.

Allen and his lackeys were stunned. They looked at Dina, who was eating grilled meat with an innocent expression, and then at Sakre and Big Babylon, who were twisted together. They didn't know whether to let the two continue tearing at each other or to step in and stop them.

Dina was kind. Seeing Little Zack watching her with envy from nearby, she didn't forget to toss him a grilled leg of Shalu Beast.

Seeing their master about to be disfigured, the lackeys quickly rushed over and grabbed Sakre together. However, these lackeys, full of mischief and partial to one side, didn't forget to strike dirty blows, kicking Big Babylon, who was lying on the ground, several times.

Sakre, with his hands tied behind his back, still kicked his legs back and forth, not feeling appeased.

Big Babylon, gasping for air while clutching his crotch, couldn't be bothered to deal with him, curling up on the ground like a well-cooked shrimp.

Little Zack then finished the grilled leg in his hand in a few bites and ran over to help Big Babylon up.

Allen was also speechless. He felt bad about taking advantage of someone's misfortune, but thinking of the barbarian's powerful strength, he could only rush over.

With a bear hug, he lifted Big Babylon, who hadn't reacted yet. Tilting sideways, the poor Big Babylon's bald head made intimate contact with the hard stone bricks.

Kicking Little Zack, who was trying to sneak attack, away, Allen wrapped his legs around Big Babylon's neck, locked his arms, and then sat down on the ground, leaning back. The joint lock, the "figure-four leglock," was executed flawlessly.

When Big Babylon reacted, he couldn't muster any strength. Except for his lower legs, which could bend slightly, his body was tightly locked to the ground by Allen.

"I advise you not to waste your effort," Allen threatened in the tone of a victor. "If I apply a little more force, I can snap your spine and neck!"

Big Babylon felt a burning pain in his crotch.

Sakre, with disheveled hair and a toothless grin, rushed over angrily and kicked Big Babylon in the crotch. After kicking him unconscious, Sakre, still not feeling appeased, kicked him twice more. Only then did he disgustedly wipe the phlegm from his face.

"Fuck you!" Sakre cursed, then used his finger to probe his gums where a front tooth was missing.

Dina picked up the tooth from the ground and presented it to Sakre with both hands as if offering a treasure.

Sakre pointed at Dina's innocent face and after a long pause, said solemnly, "Miss Dina, could you please stay a little farther away from me when I'm fighting in the future?"

Dina nodded. Seeing Sakre's comical appearance with a missing front tooth, she suppressed a smile and didn't really hear what he was saying.

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