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Dark clouds shrouded all light, and the deep, rumbling thunder sounded like the voice of this land. The wild wind ravaged the endless wilderness, grass blades danced chaotically, resembling a scene of ruins. You could never know how dangerous this place was, with ambushes from fierce beasts, disturbances from barriers, and the murderous intent of companions...
"Boom!"
As the sky was illuminated once more by lightning, a massive figure suddenly appeared in the previously empty expanse— a black dragon!
The black dragon circled around a towering mountain, where at the peak stood a snow-white werewolf, known as Angry Beasts! In the fierce battle just moments ago, he had been forced to enter a state of complete frenzy; his steel-like white fur was stained red with blood, and he bore multiple severe injuries...
"Redno! What you are doing is breaking the balance!" the Wolf Emperor howled towards the sky.
Just as it had been on Starsea Island, when world-class powerhouses came to aid Rebia because this continent needed temporary peace. Every race needed to develop away from the flames of war, and these powerful beings from various races were the fundamental condition for peace.
Redno was also covered in wounds; his black scales were marred with bloody gashes from wolf claws, not much better off than Angry Beasts.
Yet the Black Dragon King seemed oblivious to the pain, his mind drifting back to what Poppy had once explained.
He sighed in response, "The world has long ceased to be balanced."
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On the dim plains, two figures raced swiftly.
"Wow!" Rebia burst out from the waterfall and stopped at the edge of the lake. He took off his soaked purple robe, wrung it out with force, and then sat on a large rock, desperately trying to recover his strength.
He had to make the most of his time. As a member of the vampire clan known for their speed across the continent, Rebia had every confidence in shaking off his pursuer or using his speed advantage to launch hit-and-run attacks. Although such tactics were somewhat underhanded, in a life-and-death battle, no one cared about the methods employed.
However, this time, Rebia realized the situation was more complicated than he had anticipated. Yes, his opponent possessed speed that was not inferior to his own, repeatedly turning his ambushes into counterattacks and forcing him into a position where he had no choice but to flee.
"Wow!" At that moment, a heavy hammer smashed through the waterfall, creating a large hole. Before the water droplets could connect, a shadow rushed out.
So fast!
Rebia's eyes flashed with a moment of panic before he turned and fled, not even bothering to grab his robe.
It was hard to imagine that the petite woman could move with such speed; what was even more alarming was that she wielded a heavy hammer! It was a weapon capable of easily smashing through boulders and weighed at least two hundred pounds!
"Whoosh!" Rebia gritted his teeth and dove into the barrier.
Behind him, Poppy suddenly stopped. She pulled out a book about barriers from her backpack, quickly flipped through it, and pondered for a moment before stepping into the barrier.
When Rebia exited the barrier, he was already injured in multiple places. Yes, combined with the chase before the waterfall, Rebia had entered nine barriers in total, three of which were incredibly lethal and drained him significantly.
However, it couldn't be denied that using the barriers was undoubtedly the best way to shake off Poppy since she had no understanding of them. This was evident from how she had been trapped in the first barrier for nearly half an hour.
While Rebia might not be as proficient in barriers as Angry Beasts, he was still a world-class powerhouse with knowledge in various fields, making it much easier for him to break through.
But gradually, Rebia began to notice something strange: as he experienced more barriers, Poppy's speed in breaking through them did not slow down; it actually increased! Moreover, it was growing at an observable rate!
"Whoosh!"
A strong wind swept through.
Just as Rebia burst out of the barrier and was about to take a short rest, the barrier was smashed open by a Heavy Hammer.
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"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"...
The continuous and deafening sounds of violent collisions echoed throughout the area. This place had originally been a battlefield, where the Elf Clan, Werewolf Clan, and Human Clan fought fiercely over a usable Magic Pattern Armor. In the blink of an eye, more than twenty people had already perished.
However, just as the battle intensified, two strange figures intervened: a monster covered in terrifying muscles and a man shrouded by towering mountains.
The people on the battlefield were stunned. They initially intended to drive these two away or kill them offhandedly, but soon they realized... the strength of both sides was not even on the same level! Just the sounds from their collisions caused multiple eardrums to rupture, sending many rolling on the ground in pain.
Indeed, it was Garen and Mundo.
After receiving treatment from Poppy, Garen's injuries had mostly healed. Without the interference of potent toxins, his attack this time was far more ferocious than before. Coupled with the special effects of Soul Strike, Mundo had no chance to retaliate and could only be knocked back time and again. Finally managing to stabilize himself and emerge from his soul's silence, he was met with yet another collision!
The two continued their chaotic dance—one being knocked back while the other charged forward—quickly traversing nearly half of Ahn'Qiraj, leaving behind a trail of Mundo's thick blood mixed with experimental potions...
"Hey! Garen, I've brought the person to you!" A cheerful voice rang out.
In the wilderness, Tastandin was running wildly, his rear end smoking from the flames that licked at him, letting out a shrill scream. Behind him was a slow-moving, red dragon that occasionally exhaled bursts of fire.
It was Shyvana.
Since Tastandin had cunningly fled before the battle began, the task of capturing him fell to the flying Shyvana. Garen had also repeatedly instructed her not to kill him.
For Tastandin, this was destined to be a nightmare. Rune Power could counter Eternal Power, rendering all his tricks useless. He could only run frantically under Shyvana's pursuit, forced to follow her path. Any deviation or slowdown would result in being scorched by a wave of flames.
"Mundo... Mundo is about to explode!" At that moment, as Garen turned his head, Mundo finally seized an opportunity to dodge an attack. His muscles trembled with rage, and his bloodshot eyes fixed fiercely on Garen.
"Swish, swish, swish!" Three large blades appeared in his hands, each stained with Venom.
"Whoosh!" A sharp whistle sounded!
Just as Mundo prepared to strike, he suddenly saw Garen vanish from sight... he was actually running toward Tastandin!
Damn it, that guy is trying to escape!
"Whoosh!" Just as Mundo intended to act, he heard another whistle. Looking up, he saw a massive red dragon over three hundred meters long crashing down toward him!
If the pain from Garen's collision with Mundo stemmed from a soul's silence, this impact would be pure physical agony.
Being struck full force by such a colossal dragon—one could only imagine the sensation...
The most infuriating part was that the giant dragon had glowing eyes, flapping its claws and exclaiming, "Interesting! Come on, come on!"
Mundo's three large blades clattered to the ground as he transformed into a parabolic arc and soared away once more...
It was akin to the momentary exchange between Garen and Shyvana. While it might seem like they merely swapped positions, executing such a maneuver required exceptional reflexes, physical strength, and teamwork. It wasn't an exaggeration to say that if Garen had been even slightly slower or if Shyvana's impact had been delayed by a fraction of a second, Mundo's three blades would have been sent flying.
Despite being at a disadvantage since the battle began, one must not forget that he was also a top-tier runic Super Warrior. The corrosive toxicity of those three blades alone was enough to slow down Garen and Shyvana, leaving them vulnerable.
This was a true battle where every detail mattered for victory or defeat.
Regrettably, since arriving in the Godeyas Continent, Garen had never encountered a fight of this magnitude, so he had never fought with such fervor.
Fortunately, his allies were coming to find him.
In this astonishing five-on-five showdown, there were two other notable figures.
They were the core elites of the Holy Empire. Perhaps their current power was not yet formidable enough, but their potential was universally recognized as limitless: Left Knight Tifet, a graduate of Eagle Academy, and Holy Battle Hound, a graduate of Holy Academy.
Unlike the other eight who were engaged in fierce battles, pursuits, collisions, and drives, these two old partners stood calmly facing each other as they had for the past few years—both confrontational and at an impasse.
"Master, you should make your move," Inu said with a respectful smile. "Otherwise, we will truly slow down our respective factions. Regardless of victory or defeat, at least we should draw our swords first... this is what you entrusted to me fourteen years ago."
Fourteen years ago, Tifet and the Deer Lion Dog were still studying in their respective academies. Such words were merely jokes that no one took seriously, yet Inu surprisingly remembered them.
Tifet remained expressionless as he looked at his old subordinate before him.
"Perhaps you want to ask why?" Inu stroked his chin thoughtfully.
Tifet still said nothing.
"This puts me in a difficult position..." Inu lamented, tapping his forehead. "Or do you want to hear something of value? Fine, I can repeat what I said to the deer..."
"No need," Tifet finally spoke.
Yet he still did not draw his sword.
He gazed calmly at Inu.
"Let the real Inu speak to me."
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