Demon Rats

When Zhang Tie woke up, he felt as if every bone in his body had shattered. The pain that dragged him out of unconsciousness made him let out a faint groan.

The first thing this body told him was pain. But after the pain came a surge of joy in his heart—So I'm not dead yet!

Though his battle with Dawson had been brief, it had finally shown him where the overwhelming advantage of a level-ten Strong Warrior over a level-seven warrior like himself lay. That bastard Dawson had been right. Strong Warriors were called Strong Warriors for a reason.

Compared with the time in Island Dragon Cave, when he had been hunted by another level-ten Strong Warrior without even the slightest ability to fight back, Zhang Tie had made enormous progress in this battle against Dawson. From beginning to end, he had exchanged more than ten moves with Dawson, attacking and defending in equal measure. He had nearly killed Dawson with the sword he threw, and during their close-range clash, he had even used his own flesh-and-blood body to smash apart several of Dawson's distant Battle Qi attacks. For a level-seven warrior to achieve such a feat in a close-quarters life-and-death battle against a level-ten warrior—if word got out, Zhang Tie would have been able to look down proudly upon all of Tongei.

What was more, in the end, he had nearly escaped completely from right under Dawson's nose through his own abilities.

The one thing Zhang Tie had not expected was that Dawson also possessed the ability to attack with sound.

If his body had not been tempered to an incomparably tough state by the Iron Fetus Fruit, that single strike might have taken his life. Even if he had survived by luck, he would have instantly lost