Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 950 - 224: A Colossal Lie

Chapter 950: Chapter 224: A Colossal Lie

The Seven-Colored Dragon, Ibrahim, in full view of everyone, actually tore through the four layers of the spiderweb that wrapped him. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that it looked like he had cheated. The torn edges of the spiderweb were as smooth and straight as if they had been cut with a knife, much like the situation you’d expect if the Seven-Colored Dragon had used a "Magic Golden Blade" to make the cut.

Even though Ibrahim had regained the ability to move, the astonishingly sticky spiderweb still clung to his chest and back, making the majestic and dashing Seven-Colored Dragon look just like a mummy.

Grinding his teeth and with an ashen face, Ibrahim tore at the spiderweb strands clinging to his body, all the while fixing a steely glare on Piegel priest who lay defeated in the arena, not even blinking, his darting gaze and nervously twitching, bony knuckles constantly snapping with a series of "crack" sounds.

"Respected Mr. Ibrahim Yibrilasimovich, let’s not forget that I’m still standing here. I’m challenging you together with Richard," said the Swan High Priest Mourinho as he strode forward, standing opposite the Seven-Colored Dragon, with a Piegel priest lying between them.

The Seven-Colored Dragon didn’t speak. His eyelids drooped as he cast a sidelong glance at the Swan High Priest.

All the blood plasma on Mourinho’s arms had already coagulated, forming a thin layer of red skin.

"I doubt one thing—can you still fight? Just one more heavy kick from me, and your arm bones will surely break." Although the tone was as provocative as before, the eyes of the Seven-Colored Dragon, Ibrahim, had begun to look somewhat shifty, a stark contrast to the haughty pride he had displayed at the start.

"How much power will your heavy leg have now? Half? Or maybe just thirty percent?" the Swan High Priest chuckled.

"I am a member of the Dragon Clan!" Ibrahim’s face flushed a shade of red; his voice sounded firm yet slightly weak, "I can assure you that after I break both of your arms, my legs will still be able to strike you again!"

"In my Mining Village Sunset Swamp, there are hundreds of tar lakes, big and small. Some span hundreds of miles, others just dozens. Some are permanently solidified, and some are semi-fluid," Mourinho said with a faint smile, disregarding the Seven-Colored Dragon’s provocation, "Although the solidified tar lakes do not support life, the emulsified ones give rise to a peculiar organism—Ironshell Oysters. On June 23rd, the ’Summer Solstice’ each year, the high temperatures will melt the top crust of the emulsified tar lakes, and Ironshell Oysters will rise to the surface from the bottom, opening their shells to reveal pearls, basking in the sun, and absorbing Emperor Polo’s spiritual aura."

The Seven-Colored Dragon frowned, failing to fully comprehend.

"The pearls found inside these Ironshell Oysters are called ’Fire Purl Beads’, which ignite upon encountering fire and can burn for a hundred years without extinguishing. Their flame is as bright as sunlight and emits a natural scent of mugwort and mint. They are the perfect candles for palace lanterns on the Aegean Continent, worth a fortune," Mourinho continued as if narrating a story about local customs, "The emulsified tar lakes are like the most dangerous swamps; anyone who enters recklessly is doomed. Moreover, the Ironshell Oysters are very vigilant and dive back to the bottom of the tar lake at the slightest disturbance. Thus, hunting these ’Fire Purl Pearls’ is exceedingly difficult."

The Seven-Colored Dragon blinked, his gaze drifting towards the main stand of the arena, where two enormous red palace lanterns hung from the balcony, their brilliant light casting everything around them into sharp relief, filling the air with a refreshing, subtle fragrance.

"There is a type of black swan in Sunset Swamp that hunts the Ironshell Oysters every Summer Solstice. They peck out the pearls and store them inside their crops. The only way to obtain these ’Fire Purl Pearls’ is to hunt the black swans, which is almost more dangerous than delving into the tar lakes themselves. Although small, the black swans are fierce; their wings are as strong as steel, capable of shattering the hard shell of the Ironshell Oysters, so even hawks and eagles give them a wide berth," Mourinho said with a cold glance towards Ibrahim, as a pair of pristine white wings "whooshed" open behind him, the sound sharply grating, "Mr. Seven-Colored Dragon, I may have been injured, and my arm bones are certainly cracked, but can you see that my wings are still intact?"

"My wings have also been soaked in secret medicinal herbs; they’re no worse than my fists!" Mourinho gritted out fiercely, "I think if I use a pair of fists and a pair of wings as the price, at the very least, I can destroy both of your legs, right?"

The Seven-Colored Dragon, Ibrahim, was utterly stunned. He had not expected this refined Beamon man to also possess such ferocious valor.

"Well said!" Liu Shock did a carp flip, bouncing energetically to his feet from the ground.

Ibrahim looked incredulously at the Piegel; without a doubt, when the Piegel had caressed Ibrahim’s face earlier, he must have been right beside Ibrahim. Even if Ibrahim’s "Dragon Might" hadn’t hit him directly, the shockwave the Piegel endured would have been considerable.

It had only been the time for seven or eight sentences!

Without the physique and resilience of a Super-level Warcraft, who could get up so quickly?

Is he... is he still a Beamon? Ibrahim’s mind plunged into chaos.

"Don’t just stare at me dumbfounded; come on, I know you’re not convinced. Let’s fight again! I won’t lie to you; I was only knocked out for about ten breaths. I was planning to deceive you, but seeing that you did not strike while I was down, I’ve come to admire your character a bit," Liu Shock revealed a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, "This time, if we fight again, I don’t plan to use any tricks."