"Brother Xiong, you can't judge a rat by its appearance. Back then, he single-handedly killed the five great Tianjiao Kings!"
"Aren't we also looking for allies to break through the iron wall of defense in the Fifth Ring area? Why not let them..."
Ah Xiong turned around, raised his head and looked directly at Xiong Si, arguing for Zhang Heng unconvincedly.
"Ah Xiong, your fourth brother is right to suspect."
"We need allies, not weaklings."
A calm and steady voice was heard, mixed with a hint of reprimand.
Ah Xiong couldn't help but look at the giant bear on the left.
"Brother Xiong, he..."
Ah Xiong wanted to argue, but was interrupted by Xiong San's cold voice.
It wasn't just the voice that was cold, but also the look it gave Zhang Heng, Zhu Jianqiang, Lying Win Rabbit, and Little Fatty.
"So what if he's an S-rank Berserker? What's the result? Now he's not even at the first rank!"
"And the title of the Proud King is ridiculous. A few of the bottom-ranked second-level ones wouldn't even be qualified to be cannon fodder at this Ten Thousand Races Conference."
"Humph, you're bragging about killing a few ants?"
By the end of his words, Xiong San's eyes were as cold as ice.
"Lie down and win, let's go."
Since the other party looked down on him, Zhang Heng naturally wouldn't bother to please someone.
He is a field mouse, not a field dog.
"Brother Xiong, you're being too harsh. Vole, you..."
Ah Xiong still wanted to keep him.
Just at this moment, Xiong Si spat.
"Tsk, you're just a name-seeking, opportunistic rat. Now that you've failed to curry favor with someone here, are you going to look for another one?"
Zhang Heng stopped.
He turned around.
His eyes were as cold as a spring.
"Rat, don't insult it!"
"For Ah Xiong's sake, I will beat you half to death."
When Xiong Si heard this, he first scratched his ears in disbelief, and then his ferocious look became apparent.
"Huh? A field mouse, that's outrageous. Take a slap from Grandpa Bear."
Xiong Si had a violent temper and pushed away Ah Xiong who was trying to stop him.
“Pah pah pah!”
Amidst the continuous explosions in the air, Xiong Si raised his right palm high, then brought it down with a loud bang, pressing down fiercely towards Zhang Heng.
"Vole!"
"Zhang Heng!"
"Little fat rat!"
Rabbit, Pig, and Little Fatty never expected that things would turn out this way.
Xiong Si's giant palm contained tremendous power, and its unparalleled might even surpassed the former Tiger-fang Wolf King and the Black-tailed Giant Moth King.
It is obvious that Xiong Si's strength has reached the middle level of the third level.
Zhang Heng's companions all expressed deep concern.
Ah Xiong looked even more anxious.
Because Zhang Heng's side didn't know that their fourth brother Xiong was not an ordinary level three mid-level one.
It possesses the bloodline of an S-level giant rock bear and has three A-level talents.
Once, when the Dark Tiger Clan attacked the tribe, he relied on the strength of a single bear to fight a life-and-death battle with eight high-level third-level Dark Tiger warriors.
In the end, they achieved a terrifying record of six deaths and two escapes. Since then, the Dark Tiger Clan retreated and never dared to cause trouble for the tribe again.
A challenge beyond his level, or a one-on-many fight. Facing such a Xiong Si, Ah Xiong had no hope in Zhang Heng.
“Bang!”
A muffled sound came from his shoulder, and Ah Xiong looked in the direction of the giant claw that came down.
It just happened to meet Xiong San's calm black eyes.
"Don't worry, your fourth brother Xiong knows his limits. Although the field mouse's life is not in danger, it will still receive a beating."
Ah Xiong finally breathed a sigh of relief.
No matter what, it's better than losing your life.
But is it really as they think, that Zhang Heng has no power to resist?
"King Slaughterer Armor!"
"Blood Sea King Slaughter Formation!"
Zhang Heng instantly activated his only powerful special skill.
Amidst the howling of ghosts and wolves, a surging sea of blood spread out.
Xiong San raised his eyebrows. Zhang Heng's unique skills sounded impressive, but he didn't know what the actual effect would be.
Ah Xiong's eyes widened as he discovered that Zhang Heng's unique skills were quite different from what he had imagined.
Especially the armor with intricate patterns, which is much more majestic and domineering than when he was in the land of evolution.
"All my attributes dropped by 20% instantly?"
Soon, Xiong San, Xiong Si, and Ah Xiong, who were touched by the sea of blood, were all shocked.
Even the calmness on Xiong San's face faded a little.
Ever since the King Slayer Armor was upgraded to Level D, Zhang Heng could reduce the coverage of the Blood Sea King Slayer Formation at will.
Therefore, by shrinking the Blood Sea King Slaughtering Formation, he only affected the three bears.
As for the strong pig, the lying rabbit, and the fat little bird behind him, they were all safe and sound.
In an instant, Sanxiong felt weak, as if his body was hollowed out.
"Hmph, even if my attributes drop a little, I can still stand tall and proud, and squashing a field mouse like you is no problem at all!"
A look of indifference flashed across Xiong Si's face.
"Silence of the Lambs, break!"
However, as Zhang Heng silently muttered in his heart, Xiong Si's expression changed instantly.
"How come?"
Xiong Si's face was filled with shock as he discovered one of his three A-level talents.
It actually didn't work.
Not only that, there is also a C-level talent and two special skills that cannot be used.
"What kind of magic did he use?"
Panicked, Xiong Si was panicked.
Isn't it because of its talent and unique skills that it was able to fight against eight third-level advanced dark-loving tigers?
Now that one of his three powerful A-level talents has been abolished, he cannot use his powerful skills, and Xiong Si's strength has dropped significantly.
Not only it, but even Ah Xiong and Xiong San were affected.
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