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Wang Long was very satisfied with their reactions. This was exactly his intention.
"Dragon Man, do you have confidence in yourself?"
Dragon Man was also stirred by the pride within him.
Damn it. It's just a few big shots. In the past, he thought Alan Clan Leader was a big deal too; the real strength was just like that. Now, this big shot is no different: "No problem! Leave it to me, brother!"
"Good! I don't need you to wipe out our entire tribe; as long as you can handle me and my subordinates, the Eighteen Kings, I will acknowledge your strength! Let's meet at the Training Ground!"
Everyone shouted in unison, cursing his shamelessness.
When it comes down to it, you could be considered a big shot, an old senior. Among the Giant Clan, martial prowess is highly valued. Even without these titles, you should be able to fight one-on-one with others. Now you still want to bring along eighteen powerful helpers.
Those present had a certain understanding of their Divine Spear Tribe.
They knew that the Eighteen Kings were their Divine Spear Tribe's trump card, each possessing extraordinary strength. Generally, ordinary tribe leaders were no match for them. Now, Dragon Man was in serious trouble!
Little did they know that Dragon Man didn't care at all; instead, he felt even more relaxed.
In his mind, how strong could someone be who didn't even dare to face him head-on?
At the Training Ground.
The Eighteen Kings had always been War Scythe Ming's personal guards and could start their competition immediately without needing to gather.
Dragon Man swung his battle axe and coldly stared at the nineteen enemies before him.
War Scythe Ming felt a chill in his heart. This unknown brat, initially not regarded as a threat, had prompted him to bring out the Eighteen Kings purely as a precaution to avoid embarrassment. However, looking at him now, he truly couldn't underestimate him. If possible, it would still be better to rely on numbers for victory.
The more War Scythe Ming was stared at by him, the more he felt a sense of fear creeping in. He considered himself an experienced veteran on the battlefield and had never felt this way from anyone before.
I don't know if the Giant Spirit Lord is present; he has always fought alongside the Giant Spirit Lord and has never been his enemy, so I can't say for sure.
Wielding his Divine Spear, he pushed aside the uncomfortable feeling and shouted as he charged forward.
The Eighteen Kings nearby were startled. What was going on with their leader today? Wasn't he supposed to wear down this brat's strength first? Why was he charging in by himself?
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Both sides launched into a furious exchange of attacks. He couldn't tell if it was due to his old age or just an illusion, but every time he clashed with this brat, he felt a tingling power surge through his arms.
Could it be that this kid really has such great strength?
Within the Giant Clan, regardless of combat skills, strength was a significant factor that influenced them greatly. Generally, if a master possessed overwhelming strength, it would earn him the admiration of friends and instill fear in foes. And right now, War Scythe Ming was just that kind of figure.
At this moment, the Eighteen Kings were just arriving at the scene.
"Kill this brat and protect the leader."
However, the Dragon Man remained unfazed. With a swing of his dual axes, he sent the Heavenly King at the forefront flying, while another swing effectively blocked an attack from the side.
Although their attacks posed little threat to the Dragon Man, they could have bought War Scythe Ming enough time to regroup. But now it seemed they couldn't even meet that basic requirement.
The Dragon Man unleashed his full charging ability, wielding his two large axes like whirlwinds, preventing their attacks from getting close. Moreover, the Dragon Man targeted War Scythe Ming specifically, driving the other so-called Heavenly Kings along with him. Wherever he went, he charged forward, leaving poor War Scythe Ming in a desperate and helpless state.
He was exhausted, and those trying to restrain the Dragon Man were even more fatigued. Despite their greater numbers, their strength was vastly inferior. Furthermore, these Heavenly Kings had a complete set of battle formations they usually coordinated with; now they were being easily manipulated by the opponent's attacks on their leader, forcing them into a passive position where they couldn't even form their own battle array.
Wang Long watched from behind and nodded secretly. The Dragon Man had learned quickly and could now easily grasp the rhythm of battle. Although the overall strength of the opponents wasn't inferior to his own, victory for the Dragon Man was merely a matter of time.
On another side, the leaders felt incredibly conflicted.
On one hand, they didn't need Wang Long to say it; they knew that avenging the Giant Spirit God and attacking Sky Pillar was their primary goal and true guarantee for survival. Otherwise, while they might enjoy temporary peace now, once Amohan absorbed all his power and truly became another Giant Spirit God, his subordinates' Vital Energy would also be nearly restored. Who would be able to withstand his sharpness then?
They no longer possessed the sharpness they once had, nor did they have a feasible strategy. To put it bluntly, with Amohan's current strength, who among them could withstand him after their top experts had turned on each other?
Now, Wang Long's words filled them with disgust, yet they also introduced a young man who truly gave them hope!
Although this person was unknown, his strength was top-notch. None of those present could claim to be his equal.
This was the nature of the Giant Clan; nothing compared to the allure of martial prowess. Their previous biases against Dragon Man underwent a complete turnaround once they witnessed his abilities.
Their thoughts regarding Wang Long's earlier proposal began to stir as well. Perhaps this time there was a real chance of success?
No, success wasn't even necessary; even a draw against Amohan would pose a significant challenge to those currently sitting on the fence, and they would receive direct assistance from a master like Wang Long.
However, if they failed, their Vital Energy would be severely depleted, leaving them unable to contend with Sky Pillar for some time. The consequences would be unbearable.
Many simply resigned themselves to let the outcome decide everything. As long as that brat emerged victorious, they could launch another offensive. If he failed, well, that would be due to their own lack of skill, and they wouldn't feel guilty for being cold-hearted.
At this moment, the situation on the field shifted again. Relying on their extensive experience and overwhelming numbers, it seemed that the Divine Spear Tribe was gradually regaining the upper hand.
Dragon Man realized he had fallen into a special formation set by these Heavenly Kings, as if he were ensnared in layer upon layer of an incredibly resilient spider's web. If this continued, he feared he wouldn't even be able to move.
This state drove him to fury. With both axes raised, Dragon Man unleashed a powerful axe light.
"Block him!" Seeing that Dragon Man was prepared to fight desperately, Wartime Shade, who had just taken a moment to regroup, quickly warned his subordinates.
"Can you block it?" Dragon Man sneered. His battle intent surged forth with such intensity that everyone present, including War Scythe Ming, felt an overwhelming pressure that suppressed their own fighting spirit. The storm of axe light before them made it nearly impossible for them to open their eyes, let alone withstand the fierce wind generated by the battle axe that felt like it could tear their skin apart.
"Rending God Slash!"
Boom!
The entire Training Ground shattered under the might of this axe strike. All the Heavenly King level experts were sent flying by the shockwave—if not for Dragon Man controlling his strength, half of them would likely have perished on the spot.
With a decisive strike, Dragon Man would not give his opponent, War Scythe Ming, any chance to turn the tide. He swung his axe repeatedly at War Scythe Ming.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
War Scythe Ming's strength was naturally much higher than that of his subordinates, the Heavenly Kings. After taking dozens of blows, his wrist felt as if it might break with each impact.
Finally, with a sound far louder than the previous clashes, War Scythe Ming's spear was knocked away, and Dragon Man's battle axe continued its relentless assault towards War Scythe Ming's neck.
"Hahaha, how about that? Are you convinced now?" After this battle, Dragon Man was not unscathed; the sweat pouring from him and his bulging muscles showed that he could not recover in a short time.
However, he had still won!
Everyone's eyes widened as they watched this outcome that was completely unexpected to them.
When the Divine Spear Tribe began to stabilize their formation earlier, they thought that the Dragon Tribe could only make it this far.
They never expected a twist of fate would allow him to turn the tables and emerge victorious.
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