"Boss, I could have suppressed him. We are both at the Ninth Heaven of Divine Lords, but for some reason, he took that step, advanced to the peak of Divine Lord, touched that barrier, and gained a trace of immortal power.
Not only did I gain a trace of immortal power, but I also somehow obtained a top-grade Heavenly Saint divine weapon. Right now, I really am no match for him. Long Ziwei transmitted to Long Chen, his voice full of helplessness.
"Enough talk, just tell me whether you want revenge or not." Long Chen said.
"Of course I do, of course I do. This guy humiliates me in every way on the ring—I wish I could cut him to pieces." Long Ziwei gritted his teeth and said.
"That's good enough,"
Long Chen turned to Long Qingyun and said, "If you want to challenge me, to be honest, the gap is too great. I can't accept your challenge."
However, I'll give you a chance. As my underling, Long Ziwei can defeat him once more, and I'll accept your challenge." "
Him?"
Long Qingyun burst out laughing, pointing at Long Ziwei and saying, "Aren't you afraid I'll cripple him and beat him to death?" Or are you tired of this lackey, and want to use my hand to kill him? "
You..."
Long Ziwei was instantly furious, but Long Chen grabbed him. Long Chen looked at Long Qingyun and said, "Alright then, see you on the arena in three hours!"
"Alright, I'll wait for you on the arena. Let's go!"
Long Qingyun got his wish, waved his hand, and left amid a wave of arrogant laughter.
On the square, only Long Chen and the other two remained, along with the mercenaries trembling in their rooms. They had never witnessed such a terrifying scene before.
After Long Qingyun and the others left, Long Chen lazily leaned against the pile of stones, acting as if nothing had happened.
"Boss, don't worry. Even if it costs me my life, I will defeat Long Qingyun." Long Ziwei gritted his teeth and said.
Long Qingyun repeatedly trampled on his dignity, his anger burning endlessly, and he was nearly driven mad.
"It's not about defeating, it's about killing." Long Chen said.
"What?"
Gui Jiu could hardly believe his ears. Long Chen actually wanted Long Ziwei to kill Long Qingyun. After all, Long Qingyun had just defeated Long Ziwei, his sharpness still undiminished. Long Ziwei's chance of defeating Long Qingyun was extremely slim. Killing him was simply impossible.
Not to mention the protection of formation rules, even without formations, killing such a powerful opponent would be extremely difficult, unless one had overwhelming strength. Clearly, Long Ziwei did not have such a clear advantage.
Long Ziwei was also stunned. Saying he wanted to defeat Long Qingyun was already a bit of bragging—he was just giving himself the morale of himself. Long Chen's was even more exaggerated.
"No need to question it. You must kill Long Qingyun within three moves, or you won't be qualified to be my underling." Long Chen said solemnly.
Long Ziwei's mouth dropped open, and Gui Jiu was instantly petrified. How is this possible?
Long Chen continued, "I really dislike people like Long Qingyun. If I had ignored him earlier, he would have said even harsher things, and then I would have killed him in a fit of rage."
But if you do that, you lose the chance for revenge, so I'll leave the chance to you.
You might not believe it, but for someone like Long Qingyun, with over seven thousand brothers in my Dragon Blood Legion, more than half could take him down one-on-one. "
This ..."
Long Ziwei and Gui Jiu both looked incredulous. If someone else had said this, they would have laughed their teeth out, but even if Long Chen said it himself, they still couldn't believe it.
"Of course, anyone who can kill him would basically have to perish with him, but for a legion commander-level being, killing him wouldn't require much effort.
But the Fourth Corps commander, Yue Zifeng, only needed a single sword strike to kill him; he didn't even have a chance to strike before his body was dismembered. Long
Chen looked at the two of them and said, "So, to say something arrogant, not just anyone is qualified to be my little brother." Long
Ziwei's heart raced wildly. He believed Long Chen wasn't the type to brag. On the contrary, he was extremely low-key. He only said things to the small sides, never to the big ones.
"Boss, I understand. I'll recover quickly. I'll definitely kill him soon and bring his head to you." Long Ziwei seemed provoked and gritted his teeth as he spoke.
"No, you can't recover." He shook his head.
"Huh?" Long Ziwei was completely stunned.
"You still have seventy percent of your combat power left. I want you to use that seventy percent to kill him, and only use three moves." Long Chen said.
"How is this possible?" Long Ziwei was about to cry—was this clearly meant to drive him away?
"I'll teach you a trick!" Long Chen said with a smile.
When Long Chen said this, Long Ziwei immediately perked up, his heart pounding with excitement. He knew his good fortune had arrived.
"The inheritance you gained from the Nine-Winged Demon Dragon is a very powerful move, but unfortunately, you don't know how to use it. Let me teach you how to use it correctly, so your attack can instantly increase tenfold, or even dozens of times."
So, you should fight with seventy percent of your combat power; otherwise, it's too much of an abuse, and winning that way is pointless. Long Chen said with a smile.
"Ten times?" Tens of times? Boss, please take my knees. Long Ziwei's mouth dropped open, and he knelt down in excitement. He couldn't even imagine how powerful that strike would be.
"Alright, get up quickly. Summon your Nine Wings again. I'll teach you how to imprint your life runes into formations ... ...
The Dragon Family Arena is countless and divided into many levels. The arena for the Heavenly Ranking experts to compete is a separate level, with eighteen arenas in total, so everyone doesn't have to wait too long. Additionally, after each arena undergoes a competition, it takes several days to maintain.
But the battles among the top ten on the Heavenly Ranking aren't on these arenas. They have three separate arenas, and each of these arenas is surrounded by endless seats for millions of strong opponents to watch.
Strangely, half of the arena was filled with people, while the other half was empty, making it look extremely strange.
"What's going on? Why is there no one on the other side? Countless spectators whispered quietly.
"I heard all the spectator seats on the other side have been reserved." Someone said.
"Whoa?" Who is so rich? Booking so many seats? Someone exclaimed.
But just as the exclamation fell, countless figures surged into the spectator stands like a tide. Upon seeing that group, everyone was furious.
"What are you doing?" How could these ants be qualified to enter such a sacred place? "Someone shouted loudly.
However, when they saw a man dressed in a black robe, handsome with a cold expression, walk in, their hearts raced wildly.
"He's ..."
"Long Chen?"