In the beast-fighting arena, the obese City Lord laughed wildly upon seeing the scene before him. “Old man, if you manage to kill this lion, I’ll let you and your granddaughter go.”
“Please, let my grandfather go. I will do anything you say,” Spoorate, locked in a cage nearby, pleaded desperately.
“Haha, so now you’re begging me? It’s too late for that!” The obese City Lord gloated, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he watched the battle unfold in the arena.
The male lion was enormous, comparable in size to a water buffalo, a creature far beyond the capabilities of an ordinary person to handle, let alone Jackey.
“Stop!” At that moment, a commanding shout echoed across the arena. John had arrived, with Debbie and Anason following behind him.
“Big brother!” Spoorate’s eyes filled with tears as she saw a glimmer of hope. She quickly called out, “Please, save my grandfather!”
“Oh, isn’t this my new slave?” The obese City Lord glanced indifferently at John, before turning his attention fully to Debbie. He frowned and said, “Goddess, we had an agreement not to interfere with each other. You’re not planning to save them, are you?”
Debbie furrowed her brow. She, too, despised this man, but she was far weaker than him. She helplessly glanced at John.
Roar!
The male lion let out a deafening roar and leapt at Jackey.
It seemed the lion knew Jackey’s situation. Rather than attacking with full force, it toyed with him like a cat playing with a mouse, not going for the kill right away. If it did, Jackey wouldn’t stand a chance.
John turned to look at the obese City Lord and spoke calmly, “You said that if the old man kills the lion, you’ll release both of them. How about I take care of it instead?”
“You?” The City Lord sneered arrogantly, lifting his chin as he appraised John. “Fine. Don’t say I’m bullying you. If you and the old man can kill the lion together, I’ll let you go.”
“Hmph!” John scoffed disdainfully and leapt into the arena without hesitation.
The male lion, noticing another target had entered the fray, abandoned Jackey and circled around John.
Spoorate’s heart raced with anxiety as she clutched the bars of the cage, her face full of worry.
Debbie furrowed her brows, equally unsettled. John’s strength was undeniably impressive, but she didn’t believe he could kill the lion.
“John, be careful! This is a high-tier spirit beast, the Flame Lion. Its power is nearly at the level of a one-star magical beast,” Jackey urgently warned.
A high-tier spirit beast?
John remained unfazed, his gaze locked on the Flame Lion. He provocatively waved his fingers at it, daring it to come closer.
“Roar!” The lion, insulted by John’s challenge, roared angrily and charged at him with a furious lunge.
John stood motionless, not flinching or dodging. He clenched his fist and slammed it down with all his might.
Boom!
A massive sound erupted, accompanied by the anguished howl of the Flame Lion as its enormous body was sent flying through the air.
Yet John remained in place, unmoving, not a step taken.
“Hmm? Such powerful strength!” The obese City Lord, his large belly protruding, stared in shock at John, his brow furrowed.
Such terrifying strength was beyond that of an ordinary person.
However, he quickly relaxed.
Luckily, this guy hadn’t mastered The power of laws—otherwise, the outcome might have been uncertain.
The Flame Lion shook its pained head and struggled to get up, glaring fiercely at John with murder in its eyes.
Whoosh!
Flames erupted from the lion as its fiery red fur ignited, completely engulfed by fire.
A spirit beast already possessed an elemental The power of laws, and the Flame Lion controlled the powerful fire elemental law.
“Roar!”
The lion roared and, trailing a long stream of fire, lunged at John again.
Its massive mouth opened wide, and a strong, foul stench filled the air.
John furrowed his brow, taking a deep breath and standing firm, still not moving or dodging. He clenched his fist and swung it down into the lion’s mouth.
Crack!
The sound of breaking teeth rang out, followed by the Lion’s shrill, pained howl.
It collapsed to the ground, its mouth filled with blood, writhing in agony, as two fang-like canine teeth were shattered.
However, John was not unscathed. While he had blocked the Flame Lion’s physical attack, the magical fire damage was unavoidable.
A wave of flames engulfed him, instantly setting his clothes alight.
A searing burn radiated from his skin as he quickly tore off his burning garments, revealing his bronzed skin and muscular frame.
The flames didn’t cause him any real harm.
This time, he took the offensive, charging at the Flame Lion.
Boom!
With a deafening crash, the massive body of the Flame Lion was sent flying, slamming into the iron cage with great force, and then crashing to the ground, howling in pain.
“Dammit! What’s going on? Ocelot, get in there and tear him apart!” The obese City Lord cursed angrily. This was not the outcome he wanted.
He had hoped to see John torn apart in a bloody mess.
But the Flame Lion ignored his commands, wildly crashing around in the cage. It was trying to escape.
The intelligence of a spirit beast was no less than that of a human, and after two collisions, the lion had come to realize that it was no match for John.
“Hmph, it’s over,” John said coldly, not intending to let the lion escape. He leapt onto its back, gripping its fur tightly, and raised his fist to strike its head with all his might.
Boom!
With a loud crash, the Flame Lion howled in pain, its massive body staggering, nearly collapsing to the ground.
John grabbed onto its mane around its neck and delivered another devastating punch.
Boom, boom…
Crack!
The sickening sound of a bone snapping echoed through the arena as the lion could no longer withstand the assault. Its skull shattered, and it collapsed to the ground, blood pouring from its seven orifices, its life extinguished.
[You have killed the Flame Lion. Plunder ability triggered. Restoring 0.0001% of base attributes.]
The prompt flashed, and John’s base attributes were slightly boosted again.
“Hmph, useless.” He sneered, grabbing Jackey and leaping out of the beast arena.
“Big brother is so amazing…” Spoorate gazed at him with adoration in her eyes.
“You… you actually killed my lion!” The obese City Lord trembled with fury, his rage uncontrollable.
He had raised that lion for over ten years, and it had become a symbol of his status, not just a pet.
“Someone! Kill him!” He roared, and a dozen guards rushed in.
Seeing things escalate, Debbie quickly spoke up to stop them, “City Lord, you promised that if the lion was killed, you would let them go. You can’t go back on your word.”
“Hmph, no one leaves my beast arena alive. And this man will become my new lion!” The obese City Lord declared arrogantly, deciding to lock John up in the arena.
“Attack!” he ordered coldly, and the dozen guards immediately charged at John.
“Old village chief, the sword!” John, unfazed, grabbed the Adamantine Sword from Jackey and took the initiative to attack.
Buzz!
The sword hummed with power as its cold light flashed. In the first clash, one guard was instantly cut down.
A prompt flashed again, but John remained calm, his eyes gleaming with sharp focus. His movements were as fluid as a dragon, and despite being surrounded by over a dozen guards, he remained unharmed.
Each time he swung his sword, one guard fell.
With the longsword in his hand, it was as if he had transformed into a different person—his aura sharp, as though he could cut down any enemy in his path.
In just a few breaths, all seventeen guards had fallen, each with a single, lethal strike.
Blood dripped from the longsword, its icy tip now pointed at the obese City Lord.
Gulp!
The City Lord swallowed nervously, his body trembling slightly, and coldly said, “You’re definitely not a commoner. Who exactly are you?”
As he spoke, he glanced toward the goddess standing nearby.
Debbie completely ignored his gaze and calmly responded, “Master, this man is an Awakened One, at the peak of Rank 1.”
“Master?” The City Lord’s eyes widened in disbelief, and he shouted angrily, “You actually recognize this man as your master? How lowly!”
His anger boiled over. He had long desired Debbie’s beauty, but because of her status, he had never dared to approach her.
Now, this woman, whom he had always coveted, was calling a mere human her master.
“Very well. None of you are leaving here today!” the obese City Lord growled coldly. He reached to the side and pulled out two massive cleavers from beside his lounge chair.
John observed the man with curiosity, entirely unafraid.
The City Lord stretched his body, the fat on his frame jiggling as he moved. Licking his lips with excitement, he sneered, “It’s been so long since I’ve had a good kill. Today, you’ll be my playthings!”
With a roar, he suddenly lunged forward. His massive body moved with surprising agility, bouncing like a ball straight toward John.
“Master, be careful! He’s skilled in blade techniques and has mastered the wind elemental law,” Debbie warned urgently from the side.
Wind elemental law?
John was slightly surprised, but his actions remained sharp and decisive. His longsword swung out in a sweeping arc to meet the attack.
Wind elemental law?
John was slightly surprised, but his actions remained sharp and decisive. His longsword swung out in a sweeping arc to meet the attack.
Clang!
The blades collided, and a terrifying force surged forth. John felt a sharp pain in his palm as the impact nearly forced the longsword from his grip. He was pushed back two steps, his expression grim.
Such strength! John was taken aback. His strength attribute had already reached 270,000 points, yet this obese City Lord’s raw power exceeded his own.
“You’re ignorant. Boy, in front of an Awakened One, you’re nothing!” The City Lord roared with arrogance, swinging his cleavers in wide arcs. His attacks, swift and relentless, whirled toward John like a gale.
John felt the pressure intensify. The City Lord’s strength rivaled his own, and with his mastery of wind elemental law, his speed was formidable.
John’s sole advantage lay in his rich combat experience and his superior base attributes.
“What’s wrong, boy? Afraid to face me head-on?” the City Lord taunted, his attacks growing even more ferocious.
But sweat began to bead on his forehead. While his power was immense, endurance was not his strong suit.
In contrast, John fought with increasing vigor, his eyes sharp and focused as he analyzed the City Lord’s movements.
Buzz!
The longsword gleamed coldly, moving at an unorthodox angle. John thrust it directly at the City Lord’s wrist.
Slash!
Blood spurted out as the City Lord screamed in pain. One of his cleavers fell to the ground.
Clutching his injured wrist, the City Lord staggered back, glaring at John with both fear and fury. “Damn it! I’ll see how strong you really are. City guards! All of you, come and kill him!”
He roared furiously, summoning reinforcements from across the city. Shadows began to emerge from all directions as the city guards arrived en masse.
These guards were his loyal lackeys, accustomed to abusing their power under his command.
“At any cost, kill this human!” the City Lord ordered coldly, his anger fully ignited.
He no longer had any intention of capturing John alive.
“Kill!” The guards roared as hundreds of soldiers charged at John, with more reinforcements steadily pouring in.
John’s figure was soon surrounded and engulfed by the crowd.
“Master, let me help you!” Debbie raised her staff, ready to intervene.
“No need. I can handle this. Protect the old village chief and Spoorate,” John’s voice rang out, calm and unwavering. Despite facing the overwhelming onslaught of hundreds of city guards, he showed no sign of panic and remained composed, ready to face the chaos head-on.