Chapter 4: One Day Kill
With the Silver Dragon Armor, Lian Yun and the others could be considered extraordinary Peerless Monarchs. The three of them paid no mind to the ordinary Elite Year Beasts surrounding the square.
Moreover, the Insect Emperor was not slacking off either; he immediately smashed through the fourth layer of the Year Beast BSS with a single punch, following up with relentless attacks that showed no signs of stopping, putting forth all his strength.
Neither Lian Yun nor Xiao Jun had any objections to the Insect Emperor's reckless behavior.
Lian Yun and Hei stood on one side, while Xiao Jun summoned a Fist Master to stand on the other. The Insect Emperor's Tyrannosaurus Rex launched an attack from behind the Year Beast BSS, effectively surrounding it completely.
At the same time, Cheng appeared behind Lian Yun, wielding a hammer and smashing through piles of White Spirit Coins.
Initially, the Insect Emperor was too focused on his attacks to notice. It wasn't until the Year Beast BSS fell to the eighth layer that he took a moment to catch his breath and realized there was suddenly an additional Spirit present in the area.
In an instant, he wore a look of disbelief. Then, he suddenly growled, "You two must have passed through the Yaochi Dungeon because of this clone!"
The Insect Emperor's intellect had always been sharp, and now he quickly deduced that Cheng was a clone, which led him to understand how Lian Yun and Xiao Jun managed to clear the Yaochi Dungeon.
"Senior, you see clearly!" Lian Yun smiled slightly and continued to create Spiritual Energy Greatswords.
Although the Silver Dragon Armor could control Spiritual Energy within a radius of two hundred meters, under the same volume, the Spiritual Energy Greatsword could contain more Spiritual Energy. Additionally, since the Year Beast BSS wouldn't escape, Lian Yun didn't want to miss out on gaining more experience.
Xiao Jun felt similarly; however, instead of acting himself, he 'stole' the Spiritual Energy produced by Cheng's clone.
Seeing this, in a fit of rage, the Insect Emperor disregarded everything else and also seized the Spiritual Energy created by Cheng while simultaneously crafting his own Spiritual Energy fists.
After nearly three hours, their surroundings were filled with Spiritual Power Greatswords and Spiritual Energy fists.
At this point, Lian Yun's suit could control a range of two hundred meters. For the Insect Emperor, it was far from surprising compared to Cheng's clone; thus, he didn't think much of it.
Then the three of them attacked with all their might.
One of the Year Beast BSS was knocked down to its last layer after losing nine layers.
However, when this final layer was half destroyed, the Year Beast BSS exhibited an extremely terrifying self-healing and regeneration ability.
Xiao Jun swung his sword horizontally, almost folding the Year Beast BSS in half. With Lian Yijian's Ten Thousand Sword Technique, he nearly pierced through most of its body, leaving only a bit of skin connecting it. The Insect Emperor's punch could smash its head in by half.
As their attacks landed simultaneously, it seemed impossible for the creature to survive. Yet, just as the three prepared to continue their assault, in less than a blink of an eye, the Year Beast BSS had almost completely recovered, except for some scales that had not yet healed.
"Damn it, this thing just won't die!" the Insect Emperor fumed.
However, both Lian Yun and Xiao Jun remained silent. When they attacked again, although the Year Beast BSS instantly healed itself, it had lost even more scales.
This indicated that their attacks were still continuously reducing the last layer of health of the Year Beast BSS. Although the rate was slow, there was still a chance; as long as no unforeseen events occurred, killing it was not impossible.
But unforeseen events would indeed arise.
After fighting for twenty rounds, the scars on the Year Beast BSS began to decrease rather than increase. This meant that its self-healing and regeneration abilities had surpassed the combined efforts of Lian Yun and the three Ghost Slaves' attacks.
Seeing this situation, all three felt somewhat disheartened.
It should be noted that due to the Silver Dragon Armor and the presence of city clones, their total output during those twenty rounds could be considered more than ten times that of a normal team's combined attacks.
This was almost equivalent to enduring the full force of twenty or thirty Peerless Monarchs' assaults.
Yet despite all this, the Year Beast BSS was still able to heal itself. Under normal circumstances, it was understandable that no one could kill the Year Beast BSS.
However, they couldn't secure a kill, which left them feeling somewhat disheartened.
Yet, none of the three were the type to give up easily, so their disappointment was brief. They quickly resumed their full-force assault, waiting for the Year Beast BSS to undergo another transformation.
Even if they truly couldn't defeat it, the rewards from their continued efforts would still be immense.
For instance, at this moment, each of them had already received nearly thirty thousand Golden Treasure Boxes. Accumulating a hundred thousand was not an issue, which was almost thirty times the normal yield of a Peerless Monarch.
In just one year, they would reap what others might take thirty years to achieve. It could be described as a bountiful harvest.
Throughout the attack, the Insect Emperor showed no signs of slackening but couldn't help but complain, "I'm losing out big time here!"
"How about I give you some of the Mental Potions, Senior Seventy Percent?" Lian Yun said with a slight smile.
Lian Yun already had a way to obtain Mental Potions, but they could only be used by himself and his Ghost Slaves. Trading them with others was unlikely. Therefore, Lian Yun needed to keep some in reserve. Otherwise, giving all of them to the Insect Emperor wouldn't be a problem.
After multiple interactions, Insect Emperor had no doubts about Lian Yun's promise. This made him immediately cheerful and even more determined in battle.
As the day was drawing to a close, the Year Beast BSS was at its final twenty-five percent state; it would neither sustain further injuries nor recover any health.
It was in a state of balance.
With three minutes left in the day, Lian Yun was the first to stop fighting. He moved ten meters behind the Insect Emperor, while Wu Tai placed his hand on his waist, focusing intently on the Insect Emperor.
One minute passed, and the Insect Emperor was tense all over. Two minutes in, cold sweat poured down his face as he couldn't help but curse, "Freak."
Yet he still stepped back five meters and began to gather his strength while the Raging King Dragon moved forward to take his place.
At the same time, Xiao Jun arrived behind Lian Yun and began to unleash his power. His Fist Master and Ghost Slave, now towering ten meters high, restricted the movements of the Year Beast BSS on both sides.
As Lian Yun ceased his attacks, the Year Beast BSS's condition began to slowly recover—twenty-six, twenty-seven...
When the Insect Emperor and Xiao Jun also stopped their assaults, its status surged dramatically—twenty-nine, thirty-four, thirty-nine...
By the final second, it had recovered to forty-four percent.
At this moment, perhaps out of fear, the Insect Emperor attacked first. In an instant, he vanished from sight, leaving only an afterimage behind. Just as Lian Yun and Xiao Jun's attacks reached his back, the Insect Emperor's strike landed on the Year Beast BSS.
Before assessing the impact of the attack, the Insect Emperor was already sweating profusely, clutching his forehead as if caught in a torrential downpour.
If he didn't still harbor a shred of trust, he would genuinely believe that Lian Yun and Xiao Jun were out to kill him—and he truly felt his life was in danger.
But that was no longer important.
What mattered was the state of the Year Beast BSS. The Insect Emperor's strongest strike reduced it to thirty percent; Xiao Jun's blow brought it down to fifteen percent, while Lian Yun's attack had no effect at all.
(End of Chapter)
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