Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 942 - 222: Hand-to-Hand Combat

Chapter 942: Chapter 222: Hand-to-Hand Combat

The massive spiraled belly flowerpot weighed at least four or five hundred pounds, yet it felt light as a teapot in the Feilengcui Lord’s hands, all thanks to the "Water-Calming Power" bestowed by the swan high priest upon the altar. Before the Seven-Colored Dragon could finish speaking, Mourinho had already slammed the entire flowerpot down onto the head of the Seven-Colored Dragon, Ibrahim.

With a thunderous crunch akin to a mountain collapsing, everyone standing in the stands felt a tremor underfoot, almost mistaking it for an earthquake.

Fortunately, the arena was supported by colossal Doric stone columns, which, after a brief shake, stabilized to normal.

The arms of the Seven-Colored Dragon, Ibrahim, shielded his head, and the heavy flowerpot, having been struck powerfully, shattered like a watermelon dropped on the ground, scattering small fragments in all directions.

With a cross of his arms, Ibrahim emitted a ringing sound like a long sword being unsheathed, and the little dirt and remnants of flowers and branches on his arms were swept away.

Liu Shock was still looking for a weapon. The Seven-Colored Dragon’s natural "Magnetic Bipole Skin Armor" meant that metal weapons couldn’t get close to him. The two spiraled belly flowerpots on the stands had been destroyed by Mourinho using the Great Wind Song and this recent fierce smash; now nothing convenient remained on the entire stand except some wooden seats.

Seeing the swan high priest’s fierce smash being casually countered, Liu Shock grew anxious. The capability of the Seven-Colored Dragon reminded him of the riveting stories told by Wang Shaotang about ancient heroes who had mastered the Golden Bell Cover and Iron Shirt; each was a formidable figure, soaring high and looking down upon the masses.

"These stands aren’t sturdy enough; let’s take this fight down there!" Ibrahim burst into laughter, leaped, and with a light tap on the railing of the stand, floated away like a feather, vanishing from sight as exclamations erupted once more. Given that his body was entirely metal solidified, to possess such agility also inadvertently revealed the extent of the Seven-Colored Dragon’s strength.

Mourinho immediately followed suit, leaping out fluidly like a swift cheetah, agile and spry, his pure white wings fully extended in the air, guiding him gently to the ground.

All the spectators rushed to the railing to secure a prime viewing spot, forcefully jostling their companions with their robust bodies, not surprisingly, the peasants from Feilengcui made the most conspicuous display.

Liu Shock had already been waiting at the center of the Golden Crown Arena for the arrival of the Seven-Colored Dragon. The Roar of Rage’s skeleton necklace’s Instant Teleport ability was used to its fullest by Liu Shock. Gearing up all his strength, he fiercely thrust his fist towards the descending Ibrahim.

Ibrahim’s body suddenly drifted sideways like a kite with a broken string, flying a dozen yards through the air before landing, then stepping back three paces. His bronze-like feet carved deep furrows into the rocky ground, scattering sparks, but he managed to stabilize himself, leaving two massive indentations where he stood.

He had not been hit by Liu Shock; it was a mere miss. However, Liu Shock had developed a habit of striking first with his fist, usually leading with his mithril fist, despite knowing Ibrahim’s metal immunity and accidentally forgetting it when throwing his punch.

The "Dragon-Elephant Power" enhanced by Self-initiated Berserk and the double amplification of earthly power from the Roar of Rage’s skeleton necklace made Liu Shock’s strength not even slightly inferior to the swan high priest’s "Water-Calming Power." The highest force Liu Shock had harnessed before was the two-stage "Ten Whale Power," but that was a risky maneuver that nearly crippled his leg. Learning from that experience, this time Liu Shock used an extreme physical force that his body could fully manage.

Because this force was so immense, and with the magnetic repulsion, even Ibrahim, whose body was entirely metal solidified and weighed thousands of pounds, was forcefully repelled and sent flying by the magnetic force.

To onlookers, it appeared as though Liu Shock was striking his opponents merely with the wind of his punches.

Loud cheers erupted in the stands, and the militia from Feilengcui especially blew their whistles non-stop.

The swan high priest, gliding on white wings, landed gracefully on the Golden Crown Arena, and alongside Liu Shock, they stood shoulder to shoulder in a formidable stance.

"Impressive! Never thought Beamon could possess such tremendous power. Bring it on!" Ibrahim laughed wildly. "You should seize the opportunity. I’ll let it pass this time, but if there’s one more, I’ll start hitting back!"

"Who ever lets off three punches!" Mourinho tensed his brows, fists ready to charge, but Liu Shock swiftly held him back.

"Don’t try it; he’s too tough," Liu Shock said dejectedly. "You can’t even bend a metal totem pole, much less such a solid guy. I’m worried you might break your own bones punching him—what a phenomenon, a world where being beaten injures the assailant!"

"So, what’s the plan? So you called for a duel without figuring out any strategy?" The swan high priest chuckled, scanning every corner of the Golden Crown Arena, hoping to find some handy weapon only to be disappointed by the mere sight of rows of iron stakes chained together and a brazier in each corner, each holding a half-charred log.