The Final Battle

Yuan Tian's opponents had gone from five to seven. Though they were still weak, they could at least serve as practice. After all, this was Yuan Tian's first battle since arriving in the Primordial Wilderness. To show how seriously he took it, he decided to use one percent of his strength and have some fun with them. Though Yuan Tian was using only one percent of his strength, the Dragon Clan members still suffered miserably. Their cultivation had originally been lower than his—well, Yuan Tian had now lowered his cultivation to roughly their overall level—but his physical body was simply too powerful. Their attacks barely affected him, while every blow he landed left them in agony. This was no longer a battle; it was practically them volunteering to be beaten.

"How is this guy so strong? How can we possibly win?" One of the fighters battling Yuan Tian began to get distracted.

Pfft!

"Hmph. Getting distracted while fighting me? Isn't that just courting death?" His strength was already inferior to Yuan Tian's, and now he was not even taking the fight seriously. Naturally, he was beaten again.

"Where did that dead crab find such an expert? With his cultivation, he's probably no weaker than one of our Dragon Clan elders. The few of us are no match for him at all." Fine, someone else was getting distracted this time. It was none other than Dragon Eighth, who was fighting Pang Heng. However, Pang Heng was not Yuan Tian. Even though he knew Dragon Eighth was distracted, there was nothing he could do about it. His current strength only allowed him to fight three opponents at once, and he held no advantage at all. He could only watch helplessly as Dragon Eighth "ignored" him.

Pfft!

Ah!

Hmph!

While Pang Heng and Dragon Eighth were both distracted, several pained cries rang out in succession. Yuan Tian's battle had ended. That was right—it was over. With his overwhelming combat strength, Yuan Tian had quickly finished the fight. This battle had brought him virtually no benefit, so he chose to end it swiftly. The seven dragons met a tragic fate, thoroughly beaten by Yuan Tian until they collapsed and could no longer rise.

As Yuan Tian's battle came to an end, Pang Heng's battle also began to turn around. A terrifyingly powerful expert stood nearby, and that expert happened to be their enemy. The three dragons fighting Pang Heng unconsciously shifted their attention to Yuan Tian. Pang Heng seized the chance and erupted, turning the battle around.

"Hey, Pang Heng, do you need my help?" Yuan Tian showed no consideration whatsoever for the three dragons' feelings. The moment he spoke, they were terrified.

If that absurdly powerful guy joins the fight, won't we be dead? Fortunately, Pang Heng still cared somewhat about saving face.

"Boss, just rest at the side and hold the line for me. Watch me deal with them properly. Of course, if I can't handle them, then Boss can step in."

Pang Heng's first words allowed the three dragons to relax a little. At least that dead crab cared about his pride and had not asked his boss to attack directly. But when they heard the rest, they wished they could immediately unleash their hidden potential and blast Pang Heng to death. How could someone be so shameless? What did he mean by, "If I can't handle them, Boss can step in"? As if he could handle them—it was they who would handle him, all right? Wasn't this an obvious threat?

"Oh? Then perform well. Your boss has faith in you!" Of course Yuan Tian understood Pang Heng's little scheme, but he would not expose it. He had to give his underling some face. So he readily stood by to support Pang Heng.

"Boss, just rest well and watch my performance." Receiving praise from his boss, Pang Heng felt strength filling his entire body. Even his attacks gradually grew stronger, placing immense pressure on the three dragons.

"Why does this guy look like he took an aphrodisiac? Could there be something improper going on between these two?" Seeing Pang Heng's attack power suddenly surge after a single sentence from Yuan Tian,

Dragon Eighth could not help entertaining that wicked thought. Naturally, Yuan Tian and Pang Heng had no idea what Dragon Eighth was thinking. Otherwise, they would definitely have beaten him to death. Dragon Eighth was not stupid enough to say it aloud, either. That would have been plainly courting death. He only dared to think it.

And so, everyone was doing just fine. Yuan Tian sat leisurely at the side, watching Pang Heng and the three dragons fight on even terms. The scene was absolutely "harmonious" and "violent." Even Yuan Tian did not know how to describe it.

Three days later, the battle between Pang Heng and the three dragons still had not produced a victor. Overall, however, the scales of victory had begun to tip toward Pang Heng. Yuan Tian sitting nearby placed enormous pressure on the three dragons, while giving Pang Heng motivation. After three days of fierce combat, they were nearing the point where victory would be decided.

Pang Heng finally unleashed a crab's innate nature. His attacks became incomparably violent, battering the three dragons back step by step. Yet the three dragons refused to give up, repeatedly reclaiming their "ground." Their battle seemed to have truly reached its fiercest stage.

Another day passed, and all four were exhausted. When two dragons revealed openings, Pang Heng viciously swung both arms, knocking them to the ground and stripping them of their ability to fight. But Pang Heng paid a price as well. As he injured the two dragons, Dragon Eighth seized the opportunity to strike him fiercely. Pang Heng was wounded by Dragon Eighth, but Pang Heng had originally been stronger. Even injured, the two were still evenly matched. The two mortal enemies were finally fighting one-on-one again.

"Hmph, dead crab. I never expected you to become this strong. Back then, we should have hunted you down with everything we had."

"Hmph, you despicable bastard. Hunt me down with everything you had? Did your Dragon Clan not hunt me down? For countless years, your Dragon Clan forced me to hide everywhere, made me lose my natal treasure, and nearly caused me to die during my Transformation Tribulation. Today, I will reclaim every single debt!" The moment Pang Heng heard Dragon Eighth's words, he immediately exploded.

"Hmph, words are useless. Let us decide life and death with one move."

"That is exactly what I want."

The moment they finished speaking, neither paid any attention to Yuan Tian sitting nearby. They began gathering their power, both intending to kill the other with a single attack. Yuan Tian also shed his previous lazy expression and prepared to intervene at any moment. He would never allow Pang Heng to die before his eyes. As for Dragon Eighth, who cared about him? He was Yuan Tian's enemy, after all. Enemies were best killed.

Half a day passed amid the silence, and Pang Heng and Dragon Eighth had finished gathering their power.

Pride Subdues the Four Seas!

Dragon Roams the Four Seas!

With loud roars, both unleashed their strongest move at their opponent—a move that would decide life and death, perhaps the final move of their lives.

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