"let me!"
One of the members of the four kingdoms' allied forces spoke up. He was a young man of about twenty-three or twenty-four years old, tall and of ordinary appearance. His only distinguishing feature was the strange pattern formed by interwoven golden lines between his eyebrows.
As the young man was about to step onto the battlefield, one of the four generals changed his expression slightly and immediately stopped him: "No, it's too dangerous!"
He dared not let this young master risk his life against this dragon.
Among the allied forces of the four kingdoms, not all were seasoned warriors. Some were juniors placed in by family forces to hone their skills, and this young man was one of them.
Coming from a family that once produced a titled expert, the pattern between their eyebrows symbolizes the bloodline passed down from their ancestor.
Those who had just entered the battlefield to compete were either hired experts or generals from various kingdoms. They were powerful, but their identities were not special.
They dared not send these people of unusual status to the battlefield of such a life-or-death competition. If anything were to happen to them, the consequences would be equally unimaginable.
After all, each titled leader is a pillar of strength for their respective kingdom.
These people sent here for training are all highly valued offspring of these pillars of stability, who may inherit the family in the future. If anything goes wrong here, those old monsters will definitely take their anger out on them.
The young man, however, seemed quite dismissive of the general's rebuke.
“It’s just a dragon that’s about to die. I’ll send it on its way. And its scales will be perfect for making me a suit of armor.”
The young man's eyes burned with fervor, a pattern flickering between his brows, while a red light quietly spread from his hand, transforming into a crimson blade.
It is about 1.3 to 1.4 meters long, entirely crimson, with golden flame patterns.
Blade Knight!
Among the four major alliances—oh no! This should be called a critical period, the 4-1 alliance—someone immediately recognized this very obvious symbol.
They identified which titled knight's descendant he was.
One of the two pillars of the Kingdom of Iba, the Blade Knight of the Blade Clan, possesses a crimson blade with golden flame patterns, which is a manifestation of their family's bloodline ability.
Under the same level of cultivation, they are far more powerful than ordinary knights.
The purer the bloodline, the stronger the blade that can be formed.
The aura emanating from the blade in the hand of the young man in front of me was definitely from a previous generation.
With this sharp blade, the young man's strength at the tenth level of the Glorious Realm was enough to challenge even those who had just entered the peak of the Glorious Realm.
Compared to the pinnacle of glory, the title level has already reached an unbelievable level.
This is also the capital that the young man has to slay the dragon, provided that Su Qing is seriously injured and his strength is greatly reduced.
Otherwise, young men wouldn't dare to take such risks.
Su Qing narrowed his eyes. He didn't know the young man's identity, nor did he care. He only knew that this was the last opponent. Once he knocked the other down, he could go back to eat.
I can also get some subsidies from Ariel, I'm really looking forward to it.
With a wave of his hand, the sword, forged through countless trials, once again revealed its sharpness. Su Qing's injuries were slowly healing, and the power within his body was gathering.
The person in front of me is no weakling. I'd better be a steady dragon and not crash at the last minute.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The blazing blade and Su Qing's sword moved simultaneously, colliding with the surging flames and the powerful sword energy.
An explosion of energy erupted, the two forces clashed, and a gust of wind instantly spread in all directions.
The two, one human and one dragon, were evenly matched.
Everyone's expression changed, especially the four generals.
This dragon is still fighting, and it seems to be in pretty good condition, not as badly injured and exhausted as one might have imagined.
Moreover, he was able to hold his own against his opponent with just sword energy, and coupled with his powerful physique and regenerative abilities, the young man was in grave danger!
Oh no!
The young man was also taken aback and couldn't help but panic. His combat experience was relatively shallow, and he was somewhat flustered at this moment.
The golden patterns on the blade in his hand suddenly burst into a dazzling light, turning the entire blade gold.
Behind the young man, a powerful figure emerged, surrounded by flames, holding a crimson-gold blade that was exactly the same as the one in the young man's hand.
Crimson Flame Nine-Blade Slash!
This was a life-saving measure prepared for the young man by his ancestor; it could only unleash one strike, but its power was unstoppable.
The young man, startled, used it.
The blade flashed skyward, tearing the void apart with its earth-shattering strike. Su Qing swiftly dodged, but the remaining half of his tail was still severed.
Right now, the back of my buttocks is completely bare.
Ignoring all that, Su Qing watched the gradually dissipating phantom warily, her gaze finally settling on the somewhat frightened young man, a malevolent glint in her eyes.
idiot!
Among the four generals, some cursed under their breath.
If the young man can wear down the dragon for a little longer before unleashing his attack, even if he can't kill the dragon, he can definitely incapacitate it. At that point, he will have won the contest.
But to my surprise, he went up full of confidence, only to turn out to be a complete failure.
Having just narrowly escaped death, Su Qing was still shaken and naturally showed no mercy when she struck.
With a flap of its wings, it covered a distance of over a hundred meters in an instant, and threw a punch with the force of a landslide.
The young man snapped back to his senses in a panic and hurriedly tried to block, but the attack he had just unleashed had exhausted his energy and spirit, leaving him with very little strength.
Upon seeing this, General Iba's expression changed drastically, and he shouted, "Stop! We surrender!"
The words were spoken, but it was too late. Su Qing's fist had already sent the opponent flying, blooming in mid-air like a blood-red firework.
Shot dead on the spot, leaving no trace of blood or bones.
"asshole!"
General Iba roared and was about to strike and kill the damned dragon.
But naturally, someone stepped in to stop him. The old fox smiled broadly, his smile as radiant as could be.
"General, we won this contest, didn't we? According to the bet, shouldn't you retreat to Hundred Battles Pass?"
As the old fox spoke, the auras of the members of the three major forces behind him—Lily Territory, White Bull Society, and Stan Family—simultaneously erupted.
This is also to prevent the other side from resorting to desperate measures and launching a reckless attack.
Meanwhile, the members of the Purple Fire Mercenary Group were isolated, and some people were watching them warily.
The four generals remained silent for a long while before General Rose spoke up: "Since we've lost, we accept this bet and will withdraw our troops!"
Of the other three generals, two immediately frowned and looked at General Rose, exchanging whispers with each other.
"Are we leaving now?"
His tone clearly carried a hint of resentment.
"Otherwise what? The enemy's defenses are tight. Even if we attack with all our might, we'll only increase our casualties and hardly achieve any results!"
"Moreover, if we don't achieve any significant results, it would be even more shameful for us to do this. Let's return to Baizhan Pass to report the matter and discuss it further."
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