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Chapter 1029 - Chapter 1029 Chapter 642 Whats Wrong with Him Anyway

Chapter 1029: Chapter 642: What’s Wrong with Him Anyway? Chapter 1029: Chapter 642: What’s Wrong with Him Anyway? The moment the danger was sensed, Moke, with several dozen slender heads but seemingly not enough intelligence, did not think at all and manipulated its huge body like a small mountain to explosively retreat backwards.

The fierce fist was already covering all directions–up, down, left, and right. At this time, only retreating could resolve it.

Obviously.

Though Moke’s form was strange, even grotesque, it definitely wasn’t a flower in a greenhouse; it must have experienced numerous real battles, otherwise its reaction wouldn’t have been so swift.

But its speed was still too slow!

Even though it had already reacted and promptly responded, compared to the Crowned King who had already charged forward, its speed was still slightly inferior.

In the process of retreating, several heads that couldn’t dodge in time–grotesque and misshapen as if cursed–were mercilessly seized by a large hand wrapped in thunderous roars, then brutally crushed.

“Pfft…”

In an instant, splashing dark blood and chunks of flesh spattered all over the Crowned King, staining his robe, whiter than falling snow, black.

The young man remained unmoved, his slender fingers resting under his robe, staring intently at Moke, and then stepped forward.

The opponent was much stronger than that veteran ferocious warrior, barely qualifying as heaven’s pride, but still too weak.

Defeating such an opponent, his state of mind wouldn’t fluctuate at all, as there really was no challenge!

Only those battles where equals clashed, blood boiling hot, could let him feel the long-lost blood rush, and only such battles could truly be deemed worthy.

He had already made it very clear, send a true prodigy out.

Could it be that the mighty Alien Territory had declined to such an extent that it couldn’t find a promising young talent to stand out?!

Even in such a decline, it still overwhelmingly oppressed the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths to the point of breathlessness.

On the arena, the footsteps of the Ten Crown King were steady and forceful.

“Ah…”

At this moment, a sharp scream suddenly resounded.

It tore through the sky, echoing in the air, extraordinarily grating.

Moke’s face contorted hideously as he rolled tens of thousands of meters across the bluestone until he finally stopped.

At this moment, from the gaps where the heads were smashed, black bloody liquid constantly oozed out, agonizing pain like tides gnawing at his bones, causing him to scream miserably, heart-wrenchingly.

Accompanied by the wailing, his opponent’s skin, tough as old tree bark and full of wrinkles, couldn’t stop trembling.

In the remaining heads’ vertical pupils, there was no longer the greed and ferocity that saw the world’s delicacies…

Rather, what replaced them was a thick, almost solidified sense of horror and astonishment.

It was afraid.

Afraid from the depths of its heart.

Because the opponent was too strong.

As fearsome as those unrivaled freaks.

Just one punch had brought Moke to his senses–

He was definitely not a match for this human.

His head had been tempered countless times, nurtured over tens of thousands of years to be as hard as Immortal Gold, comparable to a flesh-and-blood weapon in both offense and defense, terrifying and flexible, impervious even under flowing magma, yet it was effortlessly crushed by the opponent’s casual punch.

Such exaggerated strength, hardly more difficult than crushing a block of tofu.

If he really fought back, it was likely he would be killed right there, becoming just another part of the bloodstains in the arena.

Moke felt terrified inside. Facing life and death, he began to think of retreating.

He still had a promising youth, having reached immortality in just a few hundred thousand years. If he continued his cultivation routinely, even if he couldn’t compete with those ultimate warriors, he would definitely have his own standing, destined to be a king in the future.

But just as this thought arose, a booming voice suddenly resounded in his mind, like a grand bell, deafening.

Yet, when he clearly understood the words, Moke’s remaining heads instantly turned deathly pale, void of any blood color, and the steps he planned to retreat abruptly ceased–

“Retreat one step, and death shall be unmerciful!”

The grand voice washed over Moke’s sea of consciousness, belonging to his own ancestral elder.

The ancestral elder was also watching this situation.

Moke’s head turned white then blue, annoyed and despairing.

If he had known this, even if one of his heads had been kicked by a donkey, he definitely wouldn’t have volunteered to take the lead, not considering that if that lunatic dared to send this human over, it was certainly a recognition of this human’s strength, and how could he, lacking both face and skill, foolishly covet such a first success?!

But at this point, even feeling that he might be no match for this brash intruder, he could only grit his teeth and face him head-on.

Sensing the subtle changes in the emotional turmoil of the life form from the Foreign Domain in front of him, the Ten Crown King’s brows slightly furrowed but soon relaxed again, returning to his indifferent demeanor while taking his opportunity to launch an aggressive attack, no longer leisurely strolling but plunging forward once more.

No matter what the opponent was just pondering or what schemes he hoped to play, in his presence, it was merely a futile struggle.

This battle, from the moment the opponent stepped into the arena, the outcome had already been determined.

His statement, “You are unworthy,” was not ridicule, but merely the truth itself.

It’s just unfortunate that the opponent didn’t believe it, and insisted on proving the correctness of the truth with his blood.

Truth remains the truth.

Unshakable!

With a furious snort, the Ten Crown King stomped heavily, the tremendous force causing the arena itself to shudder, emitting a dull roar.