Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 941 - 221: Three Great Forces_3

Chapter 941: Chapter 221: Three Great Forces_3

"Just two people, isn’t that a bit few?" The Seven-Colored Dragon, Ibrahim, and the Fairy Dragon, Luna, descended slowly from the sky to the stands. Ibrahim looked rather interested as he sized up the two ritualists and pointed towards the conspicuous Whale Warrior, Figo, the six Frost Armor Giants under Mourinho’s command, and a few standout Bimon warriors in the crowd: "How about adding them to the mix?"

Liu Zhenhan was overjoyed; this silly dragon was truly generous.

"One should never underestimate ritualists, esteemed Seven-Colored Dragon Ibrahimovic," Mourinho snorted coldly, putting his golden flute back at his waist, declining Ibrahim’s generous offer, which left Liu Zhenhan utterly frustrated-----------having one more Fat Luo in a physical fight would be good, not to mention that the emerald had their ace in the hole, the Giant Iverson, whose small stature yet immense power was something Liu Zhenhan keenly understood. Moreover, Iverson’s Photon Sword of Condensed Flame, a magical blade, was simply the perfect tool to slaughter this Seven-Colored Dragon.

"Bold spirit. In the history of the Dragon Clan, no one has dared to issue such a challenge to a Seven-Colored Dragon!" In Ibrahim’s eyes, there was an uncontainable glint of admiration.

Liu Zhenhan and Mourinho then put away their magic pets and ring spirits into their badges and rings, respectively, and they stood shoulder to shoulder, facing off against the Seven-Colored Dragon Ibrahim diagonally across from them.

"How strong is this guy?" Liu Zhenhan whispered to the leading Swan Priest.

"He wouldn’t be weaker than two Giant Dragons put together, right? I’ve heard that the Seven-Colored Dragons have a nickname in the Dragon Clan called ’Over-the-Top Strength’, which means being able to lift oneself off the ground by pulling one’s own hair, relying purely on strength," Mourinho didn’t sound too confident.

"Obischillaci! How is that even possible?" Liu Zhenhan rolled his eyes in disbelief.

"Scared? Is that all the courage you have? Don’t forget, your ’Roar of Rage Skeleton Necklace’ actually doubles your strength," Mourinho glanced at Liu Zhenhan with disdain.

"Scared my ass, my point is that such little strength is called the best in the world?" Liu Zhenhan let out a chuckle.

"Boasting might cause your tongue to twist," the Dragon Clan indeed had excellent hearing, and the back-and-forth between Liu Zhenhan and Mourinho had stoked the roaring anger in Ibrahim.

"Some strong men, come forward," the leading Swan Priest turned and shouted towards the crowd behind him.

A few Frost Armor Giants were blocked off, but nine Rhino Strongmen and two Taige Clan Tiger Warriors stepped out from the Royal Guard, as well as a Beamon Warrior from the Chekin Clan, who also came forward. This hulking Turkey Warrior was the bugler of the Royal Guard, responsible every day for playing reveille. His courage to step up was also an indirect proof that there were no cowards among the Beamon warriors.

"Well done!" Lord Mourinho praised, quickly chanting the "Hex Chant"---------"Song of Strength Draw," enveloping the few brave warriors in an aura. Almost immediately, they were coated with a layer of dim, sauce-purple light, and a listless expression gradually surfaced on their slow-weakening faces.

Second-stage drawing!

Liu Zhenhan looked at the Swan Priest with some curiosity. Over-enhancing strength draw could be problematic for Beamon with limited physical qualities, and not everyone has a body that has been robustly modified.

"Nine bulls, two tigers, and one chicken?" Ibrahim clapped his hands in laughter: "So it’s the power of water control! Nice! This kind of strength is really something!"

Indeed, it was an unintentional coincidence, a tradition in the Aegean Continent that in flood-prone areas, nine iron bulls, two iron tigers, and an iron rooster were used for water control. In people’s habitual thinking, this kind of strength signified an extreme.

"Boss! Take my strength too!" Fat Luo did a somersault over the crowd to the outer lines and shouted at Liu Zhenhan while patting his chest as he walked. A bunch of militiamen saw this and squeezed over from the crowd with giggles. They meant nothing else but wanted the boss to tap a bit of their power too.

Guoguo and the second, and third young masters were held in the arms of Helen and Moer, also beating their chests at their own father.

"All go back! Having Fat Luo alone is enough!" Liu Zhenhan waved back the rest of the militiamen, silently recited "Trouble Caused by Xiang Pa" in his heart, and quickly scattered an evil halo.

The surrounding Beamon, as if awakening from a dream, admired the speed at which the Shaman of Divine Songs sprinkled the War Song Halo. Originally, some had looked down on him slightly, but now they had to admit, this fellow was truly a top-tier all-rounder ritualist, not only powerful with magic pets, but his War Song abilities were also exceptional.

"Seven-Colored Dragon, I possess the power of the Dragon-Elephant!" Liu Zhenhan removed his crown, bit it into a boat shape with his teeth, and inverted it onto his head, revealing a tuft of silver hair, making him look extremely fascist.

"Dragon-Elephant Power?" Ibrahim raised an eyebrow, perhaps not quite understanding where this Beamon ritualist got his dragon power from, but the Seven-Colored Dragon clearly wasn’t interested in digging deeper. With a heavy stomp, which made the whole stand tremble, he swung his hands in a half-circle of golden light. Under the bewildering flash, Ibrahim’s originally fair skin instantly became a dull yellow.

The sickly, waxen color on the skin continued to deepen, finally settling into a deep and restrained bronze color.

Liu Zhenhan almost died laughing; the once majestic Seven-Colored Dragon now looked just like an old piece of ginger.

"It’s ’Metal Solidification’! Richard, his body has turned into a full metal structure now! Don’t let him hit you!" Mourinho picked up a Spiraled belly flowerpot from the ground and shouted at Liu Zhenhan.

"Don’t be afraid, kids! I’ll stand still and let you try your strength first," Ibrahim’s voice sounded like old, rubbing metal sheets, and his confident laugh made the whole Sabak tremble.

**

Here’s a book recommendation. Haha, with the pouring rain, there’s nothing else to do but write.

Monthly tickets! I firmly refuse to stockpile Chapters; I’ll publish as much as I have, so brothers, you’ve got to show some support, right?

I strongly demand your Xiang Pa tickets to be thrown at my head!!!!