Peak Showdown

After a brief daze, Sakre casually threw away the sword hilts in his hands, and his entire aura changed in an instant.

This change startled Allen. The Sakre before him could no longer be reconciled with the count in the Old Castle who threw tantrums and acted shamelessly after losing all his Gold Coins.

It was as though he wore the same face but was a completely different person. Sakre erupted with a nearly tangible fighting spirit, Golden Battle Qi covering his entire body like mist. His cold face looked immensely imposing.

The lackeys cooperatively retreated at top speed, fear written across their exaggerated expressions as their bodies trembled nonstop. It was obvious they had rehearsed this more than once in private.

Sakre glanced back at his overacting lackeys in satisfaction before casting a provocative look at Allen.

Although Allen did not understand Battle Aura and had never cultivated it, the faint pressure still made his heart tremble.

Looks like this kid has been hiding his strength well. Allen pondered.

Big Babylon's expression gradually turned solemn. His years of battle made him instinctively sense danger, and he began sizing up the opponent radiating golden light before him anew.

Battle Aura wrapped around Sakre's entire body, and the golden waves of energy even produced faint sonic booms.

Big Babylon walked toward Sakre one step at a time.

A faint smile curled at Sakre's lips. The muscles in his arms seemed to have expanded by thirty percent, and the pure steel bracers on both arms were covered in cracks.

"Just as expected, a great reputation was not undeserved." Allen rubbed the stubble on his chin. He recalled Old Butler Leisi once telling him that Sakre's Golden Battle Qi had been taught by the Blind Dragon Sword Saint. Golden Battle Qi was incomparably domineering, its techniques broad and forceful. It sought no self-preservation, only to wound the enemy. Once unleashed, it carried the force of wind and thunder, raising all the Battle Aura in one's body to its peak, maintaining it until the critical point, then releasing a final strike capable of instantly destroying every living thing before it.

With every step Sakre took, his body seemed to swell larger. The stone bricks beneath his feet shattered piece by piece. As though charging power, the Golden Battle Qi covering his body grew increasingly dazzling, until only a vague silhouette could be seen.

Allen, the several lackeys, and even Little Zack all stared without blinking at the two men who were about to collide.

Only Dina calmly finished all the roasted meat in her hands. Still wanting more, she glanced at the roasted meat cart to Sakre's right. Noticing that no one was paying attention to her, she bent over and crept toward it on tiptoe.

Big Babylon sensed the threat and let out a low roar. "God of the Wasteland Kakarou above, bless the barbarians!"

After he called out the name of the God of the Wasteland, a halo patterned with totems suddenly appeared beneath his feet, radiating an eerie black glow.

Allen's vigilance rose as he looked at the halo beneath Big Babylon's feet.

Having read countless books since childhood, how could he fail to recognize this unique battle ring of Barbarian Warriors?

The barbarians of the Savage Ancient Plains could be said to be warriors one and all. Aside from being born with Semi-Petrified Skin, a small number of elite warriors could, through countless battles, comprehend another racial secret technique—the Barbarian Battle Ring.

Barbarian Warriors of different tribes comprehended different Barbarian Battle Rings. These rings could greatly enhance the user's combat strength and defense. As the battle ring advanced, it could even resist certain mental attacks and magical elemental damage.

However, Barbarian Warriors who comprehended battle rings were exceedingly rare, one in ten thousand at most. Aside from the chieftains of the major tribes, only elite warriors who had repeatedly stood at death's door could awaken this racial ability. If the Descendants of Titan Bloodline among the barbarians were Qi Killers, then these elite Barbarian Battle Ring warriors were mage killers.

With the Bloodhoof Battle Ring beneath his feet, Big Babylon saw his opponent only two meters away. He roared, "The God of the Wasteland above!" and pounced like a fierce tiger descending the mountain.

During those few short steps, Sakre had already forcibly raised all the Battle Aura in his body. Seeing his opponent unable to hold back and attack first, he leaped forward to strike after him, his five fingers curling like tiger claws as they aimed for Big Babylon's bald head.

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

The two moved quickly, but someone else was even faster.

At that critical moment, a third person forcefully inserted herself into their peak showdown: Dina.

Like a petty thief, Dina bent over and crept lightly forward, waiting for the right moment to dart beneath their feet. Her target was the roasted meat vendor's cart.

Just as Sakre and Big Babylon were about to collide, Dina bent over and darted right beneath them.

Then the scene took a sudden turn, producing a jaw-dropping sight.

First was Sakre in midair. He suddenly felt the Battle Aura throughout his body become unstable, nearly causing him to fall from the air. But seeing Big Babylon close in, he still gathered all his strength and slapped Big Babylon's bald forehead.

Five bloody marks appeared on Big Babylon's forehead.

Then there was Big Babylon. When Dina darted beneath him, the totem battle ring beneath his feet inexplicably vanished. His entire body suddenly went limp, but seeing Sakre's hand descending toward his head, he instinctively swung his arm and slapped his opponent across the face.

Slap!

A palm print appeared on Sakre's handsome profile.

Allen and the many lackeys witnessed a scene that left them both amused and bewildered. Sakre had risen like a god of war descending to earth, his entire body shining with golden light as he launched himself into the air with the force of wind and thunder. Yet after Dina bent over and darted beneath his feet, all the light around him suddenly vanished. Sakre's handsome face was filled with confusion and innocence, and he then instinctively reached out to scratch his opponent's bald forehead.

Big Babylon, this elite barbarian warrior, did not fare any better. A moment ago, he had leaped up with the imposing presence of an upright black bear. But after his muscular body soared into the air and Dina passed beneath his feet, he too entered the same stunned state as Sakre. He simply did not react as fast as Sakre, and took a claw straight to the forehead.

Still, it was obvious that he was not the sort to suffer a loss quietly. After taking that claw, he swung his arm wide and rewarded Sakre with a slap.

The two had jumped into the air at the same time with tremendous momentum. You clawed me, and I slapped you...

Then, as though nothing had happened, they fell to the ground at the same time, face to face and eye to eye.

Sure enough, neither of them had a good temper. The next second, they tangled together and rolled across the ground, attacking each other like a wife fighting a mistress.

Big Babylon relied on his large frame and long limbs to seize Sakre's golden hair in one grab, then began yanking it without a word.

The moment Sakre saw his hair being pulled, his fury surged. His left hand grabbed Big Babylon's ear while his right hand went straight for the other man's eyeballs.

Big Babylon squeezed his eyes shut beneath Sakre, who was sitting on top of him. His legs kicked wildly as he clung tightly to Sakre's hair and refused to let go.

Sakre, straddling Big Babylon, craned his neck and glared sideways. No longer caring about his hair, he desperately tried to gouge out Big Babylon's eyes.

Big Babylon truly was a battle-hardened barbarian. Seeing the situation turn against him, he spat. "Ptoo!" A mouthful of thick phlegm splattered across Sakre's face.

The count had always had a slight obsession with cleanliness since childhood. How could he endure such a filthy move? He curled his right hand into a claw and grabbed directly for Big Babylon's crotch.

"Awooo!" A heartrending howl came from Big Babylon's mouth. Sakre, his face still smeared with phlegm, wore the savage grin of a victor.

Bang! Big Babylon was no pushover either. Enduring the consequences of being potentially left without descendants, he slammed his bald forehead into Sakre's lips.

A white front tooth flew to Allen's feet.

"Fuck your mother!" Sakre, now missing a tooth, had been corrupted by bad company and learned Allen's usual vulgarities. After cursing, he clenched his right claw even harder around his opponent's crotch.

Allen and the lackeys were dumbfounded. They looked at Dina, innocently eating roasted meat, then at Sakre and Big Babylon tangled together on the ground. For a moment, they did not know whether to let the two continue tearing into each other or step in to stop them.

Dina was very kind. Seeing Little Zack looking at her enviously from nearby, she did not forget to toss him a roasted Shalu Beast hind leg.

Seeing their master about to be disfigured, several lackeys hurried over and worked together to pull Sakre away. Yet these scheming lackeys, clearly favoring their own side, did not forget to secretly kick Big Babylon several times as he lay on the ground.

With both hands twisted behind his back, Sakre was still not satisfied and kicked his legs wildly back and forth.

Big Babylon clutched his crotch and sucked in cold breaths. Too lazy to pay Sakre any mind, he curled up on the ground like a cooked shrimp.

Little Zack wolfed down the roasted hind leg in his hands, then ran over to help Big Babylon up.

Allen was speechless as well. He almost felt too embarrassed to take advantage of someone in such a state, but remembering the barbarian's formidable strength, he could only rush over.

With a bear hug, he lifted the still-unresponsive Big Babylon. Then he leaned backward and fell sideways, sending the poor barbarian's bald forehead into intimate, zero-distance contact with the hard stone bricks.

After kicking away Little Zack, who tried to launch a sneak attack, Allen wrapped his legs around Big Babylon's neck and locked the man's arms with both hands. He sat down and leaned backward in one smooth motion, executing a flawless joint lock—the armbar.

By the time Big Babylon reacted, he could not exert the slightest strength. Aside from being able to bend his calves a little, his body was tightly locked against the ground by Allen.

"Let me give you a piece of advice. Don't waste your strength." Allen threatened in a victor's tone. "With just a little force, I can break your spine and neck!"

Big Babylon felt a burning pain beneath his crotch.

Sakre, disheveled and missing a front tooth, rushed over furiously and kicked Big Babylon in the crotch. After knocking him unconscious, Sakre still felt unsatisfied and viciously kicked him twice more before wiping the sticky phlegm from his face in disgust.

"Fuck your mother!" Sakre cursed before using a finger to feel the gap where his front tooth had been.

Dina picked up the tooth from the ground and held it out to Sakre with both hands like she was presenting a treasure.

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

Dina nodded. Looking at Sakre's comical appearance with a missing front tooth, she held back her laughter. She had not listened to a word he said.

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