Preparing to Absorb Kazer of the Same Race

"Kasang, what is this guy's current combat power?" Kazer asked his assistant, his brow furrowed in deep concern. He couldn't help but feel a sense of unease from that sudden surge of aura.

"Lord Kazer, the detectors can no longer measure it. They... they have all self-destructed because they couldn't withstand this level of power." Kasang's voice trembled, clearly shaken by the scene unfolding before him.

Ever since Zhou Zilong's combat power soared past ten thousand, these detectors had chosen to "go on strike" by exploding, unable to handle the rapid escalation of his energy.

Upon hearing this, Kazer's expression turned grave. He muttered to himself, "It seems I'm in for a tough fight. But that's fine—if I can convert this guy into nutrients, my own strength will take a massive leap forward!"

"This brat tried to kill me just as I was in the middle of my transformation. If I don't return the favor, it would be truly impolite!" Kazer added, his tone laced with mockery and arrogance. The dark energy gathering in his hands resembled an abyss in the night sky, swallowing all light around it.

With a flick of his hand, a fierce energy blast tore through the air, heading straight for Zhou Zilong.

However, Zhou Zilong was no ordinary fighter. The moment the blast was about to strike, he let out a heaven-shaking shout: "Hah!" Not only did he neutralize the energy wave, but he also deflected it outward, disappearing from his original spot amidst the swirling dust.

"Now it's my turn!" Zhou Zilong's voice was cold and resolute, like a winter gale piercing through the clouds to strike at the heart.

Using a high-speed movement technique, he appeared instantly behind Kazer, moving so fast that the air didn't even have time to make a sound.

Though Kazer sensed something was wrong, he quickly adjusted his stance to prepare for the counter.

"Lord Kazer, look out!" Kasang cried out from the ground, but it was already too late.

Zhou Zilong unleashed a punch fueled by his full strength, hitting Kazer's back like a meteorite crashing into the earth. The impact sent Kazer plummeting toward the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust and debris.

As the dust settled, Zhou Zilong landed slowly on the ground. His gaze remained sharp and unwavering; he knew this battle was far from over.

"Lord Kazer was actually knocked to the ground in a single blow! It seems this person's combat power far exceeds Lord Kazer's. We should run!" Fear and unease spread rapidly through the crowd. The Scale-Head Aliens began to whisper, some even starting to retreat.

Kasang tried to calm the restless crowd: "Don't panic, we still have a way."

On the other side, Kazer struggled to rise from the ground, enduring intense pain. His eyes were bloodshot, as if they were about to spew fire. He roared and charged at Zhou Zilong, his fists wrapped in thunderous momentum, swearing to reclaim his dignity.

But Zhou Zilong moved like a phantom, easily dodging Kazer's assault and paying him back in kind with two heavy, consecutive punches that forced Kazer to taste the bitter fruit of defeat once again.

Zhou Zilong did not stop his attack; he moved to a position directly beneath Kazer.

Zhou Zilong immediately grabbed Kazer by the neck and legs.

"Crack" and "Ah"—two sounds echoed through the air.

As it turned out, in that split second, Zhou Zilong had driven his left knee hard into the back of the man he was holding.

Kazer's lumbar vertebrae snapped under the force of the brutal strike, resulting in that sickening "crack."

As for the other sound, it was clearly Kazer screaming out in agony.

Yet, Zhou Zilong's expression remained as cold as ice, completely unmoved. He knew that mercy to an enemy was cruelty to oneself, especially in this universe of survival of the fittest.

"Ahhhhh!" Kazer's scream was filled with despair and resentment. He never imagined that his carefully orchestrated path to greatness would be broken here. However, the scent of death had already shrouded him like a shadow, filling him with unprecedented terror.

Just then, an anxious voice cut through the air—it was Kazer's loyal subordinate, Kasang. He held a specialized "Shadow Bazooka," a powerful weapon capable of firing black-purple energy beams, his eyes flashing with determination: "Lord Kazer, you cannot give up like this! Our dreams, the glory of our race, all rest upon you!"

Before Kasang's words had even faded, his weapon finished charging. With a deafening roar, a black-purple energy beam tore across the horizon, heading straight for Zhou Zilong. This beam contained enough power to destroy a small planet; it was Kasang's final hope.

Zhou Zilong paid no mind to it at the time, still focused on finishing off the leader, Kazer.

As the energy drew closer, Zhou Zilong sensed something was wrong and threw Kazer directly into the path of the incoming blast.

Unexpectedly, Kazer pressed a button on his waist, and a blue-black light ring enveloped him, shielding him from the damage as he continued his attack toward Zhou Zilong.

"Ka-me-ha-me-ha!"

Leaping backward to dodge, Zhou Zilong placed his hands at his waist in a cupped shape and began to gather energy.

A blue-white surge of energy collided instantly with the black-purple beam.

"Hah!"

As the Kamehameha locked in a stalemate with the black-purple energy beam, Zhou Zilong exerted more power.

The black-purple beam was quickly pushed into the sky by the Kamehameha, where it dissipated and vanished entirely.

"I thought it was just a weak attack, but I didn't expect it to contain such potent energy. I underestimated the power of technology a little!"