Legend of the Demon King 4

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Sitting in the living room, Dart held a glass of red wine, recalling the events of the day.

During the day, when the two were only three steps away from the white-clad youth, a strange, icy aura emanated from behind him, seemingly possessing its own will, bypassing the surrounding people and enveloping all three.

As they closed the distance, the white-robed youth's energy intensified. As the three passed each other, the energy that had surrounded them suddenly concentrated on Dart. While Dart was trapped by the energy, the white-robed youth thrust his Seven Luminaries sword at Genjuro. At the same time, Genjuro
drew his Dōtakan, and the staff and sword, infused with their own energy, clashed violently between the two. Just then, Dart, who had been trapped by the white-robed youth's energy, suddenly broke through it and struck the point where Seven Luminaries and Dōtakan clashed. He perfectly neutralized the force of their clash,
preventing the scattered energy from injuring others. As Dart neutralized the energy from the clash between the white-robed youth and Genjuro's staff and sword, he also launched a probing finger strike. Unexpectedly, the white-robed youth neither dodged nor evaded, allowing the finger strike to hit his right wrist. Taking advantage of Dart's surprise and distraction, the white-robed youth
slashed across Dart's chest with his left hand, forming a sword shape with his palm.

These exchanges all happened in an instant. Apart from the three of them, no one else noticed the small skirmish, but Dart and Genjuro were both certain that the white-robed youth hadn't used his full strength.

'Pervert.'

Dart couldn't help but curse. His distraction wasn't from being surprised that his attack had hit the white-robed youth, but from the fleeting excitement that flashed in the youth's eyes when his finger strike struck. He was 100% certain the youth had deliberately let himself
be hit .

'I don't understand what he's thinking? But his strength is absolutely undeniable.'

These were Genjuro's words when they parted, and Dart agreed with him. He couldn't see the white-robed youth's thoughts either; the only thing he was certain of was that the youth was targeting him.

'The future is fraught with peril.'

Swirling the red wine in his glass, Dart said with a wry smile. This martial arts tournament was truly rife with intrigue, yet he had no choice but to participate.

'What exactly are you planning, Your Majesty?'

Dart murmured to himself, gazing out the window towards the imperial city.

The next day, due to an unexpectedly high number of applicants, the opening ceremony, originally scheduled for the morning, was postponed to the afternoon due to insufficient personnel data.

With matters at Genjuro's house and Lacey, Ari, and Lana needing to accompany their parents, Dart left Elle at home and went alone to the competition venue prepared by the academy. However, upon arrival, Dart regretted it. Looking at the sea of heads before him, Dart's expression grew increasingly
displeased . Always preferring quiet, he would avoid noisy occasions whenever possible, but this time there was no escape.

Because the number of applicants exceeded expectations, even the venue specially prepared by Bris Academy was now packed with participants. The organizer and Principal of Bris Academy, Kissly, was giving her routine opening remarks on the hastily constructed stands. Dart
couldn't hear , as he was struggling for fresh air amidst a group of tall, burly beastmen.

Although 180 cm is considered extremely tall for an average human, Dart appeared remarkably small among the orc race, whose average height was 210 cm. Dart could have gone to the human-populated areas, but knowing his many enemies, he feared being stabbed in the back if he entered human territory.
Unwilling to take the risk, Dart could only try to carve out his own space for fresh air.

"Now, the tournament officially begins."

Suddenly, he heard Kissly's deliberately raised voice. Dart stopped, wondering why it had suddenly started when he hadn't heard any explanation of the rules.

Just as he was wondering, a white beam of light suddenly shot out from the open space crowded with participants. Starting from the center of the open space, the beam moved rapidly across it, leaving a white light curtain on the ground, instantly dividing the open space into eight areas.

"Attention everyone," Kissly's voice rang out again as the contestants curiously examined the light screen, "Due to the large number of participants, this preliminary round will be a free-for-all. Your opponents will be those within the same barrier as you.
Only three people from each barrier will qualify for the next round. Now, please begin the competition." As

soon as Kissly finished speaking, the contestants within the barriers did not begin fighting as the spectators had expected. Instead, some slowly distanced themselves from the others.

"This is troublesome,"

Dart thought to himself. Judging from the reactions of these contestants, their martial arts skills and experience were quite high; they knew how to find opportunities rather than create them for others.

"I'll help them." "

With his hands behind his back, Dart flicked out a finger strike without turning his head, accurately hitting the right elbow of a burly, tiger-headed man wielding a giant axe. The man felt as if he'd been electrocuted, involuntarily jerking his hand. The axe
grazed a minotaur warrior standing in front of him, leaving a bloody gash on the minotaur's face. The tiger-headed man was startled and before he could explain, the minotaur roared and swung his greatsword at him.

As if a signal, starting from Dart's fourth barrier, the contestants in the surrounding barriers began to stir. Roars and cries filled the air, sword energy and fireballs were everywhere, and the scene was incredibly chaotic.

"The skill level is still a bit lacking."

The culprit who caused the commotion had leisurely walked to the wall during the chaos and leaned against it, watching the scene unfold. Amidst the intense actions of the others, Dart's calmness went unnoticed, and coupled with Dart's deliberate suppression of his aura,..."
Surprisingly, those around

After the initial chaos, all the contestants gradually calmed down. Since the format of the free-for-all was decided on the spot, most of the contestants were with their companions and fellow tribesmen without any preparation. It was too late to change the location when the barrier was set up, which
turned the battle into a team battle. Everyone had the mentality of eliminating the outsiders first, and then discussing the contestants among their own tribesmen.

As a result, some contestants who were fewer in number or separated from their tribesmen when the barrier was set up became the primary targets. Less than ten minutes into the battle, the results of some barriers with fewer racial classifications had already been determined. The third barrier was entirely composed of fairies. One long-haired female fairy was clearly
the leader and did not make a move from beginning to end. She, along with another male fairy with a bow and a female fairy with a spear, represented the third barrier.

'Where's Lilith?'

Dart muttered to himself, looking at Barrier Number Three. He glanced around at the other barriers; the situations were all similar, almost all dominated by members of the same race.

Just as Dart was distracted by the other areas, a figure suddenly crashed into him. Dart calmly stepped aside, and a tiger-headed man slammed into the wall he had just been standing on,
knocked unconscious. Regaining his attention, Dart slowly surveyed the situation in Barrier Number Four, where he was. The melee had ended sometime earlier, leaving thirteen canines and one bear-type orc.

'Kid, if you know what's good for you, forfeit. You'd better not trouble me, or you'll never be able to walk again.'

A canine muttered in a sinister voice, but Dart ignored him and instead looked at the bear warrior.

"None of my business."

Dart nodded, stating his position simply, then looked at the thirteen canines.

"One by one is too tiring. Come at me all at once, the Thirteen Dogs of the South Sea."

The Thirteen Dogs of the South Sea were renowned warriors among the orcs. Each of the thirteen brothers, starting with the eldest, possessed unique skills, especially adept at combined attacks. It was said that their combined twelve-hit combo was undefeated.

Having his identity exposed, the eldest dog, the leader, abandoned his underestimation of his opponent and barked,

"Second brother, finish this quickly."

"Woo!!!"

Hearing their leader's command, the second dog let out a long howl, and everyone except the eldest dog moved simultaneously, instantly surrounding Dart.

The surrounding contestants, whose fates were already decided, were drawn by the howl and turned their attention to Dart. Even the bear warrior watched the impending battle with great interest.

Surrounded by twelve hounds, Dart remained casually standing with his hands behind his back, seemingly unconcerned about his predicament, allowing the twelve to move in a circle around him.

"Roar!!!"

The large hound, which had been watching intently, suddenly roared, its roar infused with true energy striking Dart directly. Dart's body trembled, and the twelve hounds surrounding him roared in response. Six of them leaped into the air, attacking Dart from all directions, while the remaining six followed closely behind their brother
, charging towards Dart from the ground. The timing and speed were perfect, allowing all twelve hounds to strike Dart simultaneously. Even with Dart's superior abilities, he couldn't block the hounds' attack in an instant. With all his escape routes blocked, Dart couldn't escape unscathed, whether he leaped or crouched.

Surrounded like this, the only way to escape was through teleportation magic. However, regardless of whether Dart could use it, his movement range was limited by the barrier. Even if he succeeded, he would inevitably be attacked by the lurking hound the moment the magic was dispelled
.

Just as the twelve were about to strike Dart, his eyes flashed, and he roared. A cloud of sand erupted beneath his feet, obscuring Dart and the twelve hounds like an explosion. The hounds, however, showed no concern, a smile playing on their lips.

This tactic had been used before, using sand as cover for evasion or attack. Little did they know that the twelve hounds were wearing armor, impervious to projectiles, and could use their innate orcish hearing and sense of smell to pinpoint his hiding place. Trying to evade in this way would only
hasten their defeat.

A loud explosion erupted from the sandstorm, which then slowly dissipated, revealing a scene that surprised everyone. The twelve hounds lay scattered on the ground, while Dart, smiling, brushed the dust off himself, looking completely relaxed.

"You!!"

Big Dog stared at Dart in shock and anger, completely bewildered by the outcome. Not only Big Dog, but the onlookers were equally confused.

Having been through countless battles, Big Dog quickly regained his composure after his initial shock and anger, his eyes fixed on Dart, his hands clenching and unclenching as he slowly stepped forward.

"The preliminary round is over!"

Kissly's voice suddenly rang out, interrupting the tense standoff. Big Dog was startled, only then realizing that the representatives around him had appeared. He snorted angrily, glaring at Dart, who smiled and waved, slowly walking towards the exit.

"Looking forward to meeting you."

A soft voice reached Dart's ears. Turning his head, he saw the white-clad youth toying with the Seven Luminaries in his hand, smiling slightly at Dart. A chill instantly ran down Dart's spine.

"This is really troublesome..."

For the medical staff, this day was a nightmare, a test of both skill and endurance. Various injured people were brought into the infirmary one after another, filled with cries of pain and horrified conversations.

"How are his injuries?"

"Second-degree burns to the upper body, twelve stab wounds to the back, third-degree blast wounds to the legs, second-degree internal injuries, and a severe concussion."

"???"

************

"Hey! Find out who used the Golden Poison Hundred Lifetimes Sorrow, and tell them to bring the antidote."

"Doctor! That mummy in the next bed, badly injured from the explosion, is it."

"???" Call someone with antidote magic! "

Coming right away!"

************

"Bear with it, I'm going to put your bones back in place, one, two, three!"

"Ahhhhhh!" "

What's wrong?!"

"Doctor, I broke my left hand, why did you break my right hand?!" "

Ah! Sorry, I misread it, break it again."

"Waaah!!"

**********

"Help! This guy has turned into a berserker!!" "

Quick, get some tranquilizers!!"

"We're all out! What do we do?!"

"Call the guards in and knock him out!!"

**********

In this chaos, those whose injuries were deemed minor naturally received no attention. After a quick bandage and to make sure they were alright, they were simply thrown outside to fend for themselves. Although they were dissatisfied with this treatment, compared to the people inside constantly groaning in agony, they had nothing to complain about
.

"Second brother, what exactly happened?"

The leader of the Thirteen Dogs of the South China Sea sat under a tree, looking at the bruised and swollen Twelfth Dog with a serious expression, and asked. The second dog, whose name was mentioned, replied with a puzzled look:

"Boss, I don't know either. I only remember that a cloud of dust suddenly rose up next to that kid. I thought that kid was trying to use the dust to obscure our vision, like the others before, so I did what I always do to make sure that kid hadn't moved, and then..." The second dog touched
his nose and looked at the eleventh dog, "I was knocked unconscious by the eleventh dog."

The first dog turned to look at the eleventh dog, who was holding an ice pack to his bruised right eye. When he saw his boss looking at him, he immediately said:

"I don't know, boss."

He was also unlucky; his eye was punched like an egg by the second dog, and the doctor just gave him a bag of ice and threw him out.

Among the many losers in this competition, excluding those who voluntarily withdrew, the Twelve Dogs of the South China Sea and others were the least injured. The most seriously injured, the fifth dog, only had sprained hands and feet (from being crushed by the sixth dog when he fell from the sky), so he became the first batch of patients to be thrown out of the infirmary.

"Regardless, we need to be especially careful with that kid; he might be even harder to deal with than His Highness,"

said the more composed of the four dogs. The eldest dog nodded and whispered,

"Our main mission this time is to clear the way for His Highness. Losing is inevitable, but we must make sure the loss is worthwhile. If we can gather more information about the opponents' strength for His Highness, saving him some effort, that's good too."

It wasn't that Big Dog was pessimistic or anything; he knew that while his strength was high among the Thirteen Dogs of the South Sea, there were at least three contestants he was certain he couldn't defeat. If it weren't for repaying His Highness's kindness, he wouldn't have wanted to participate at all. But now,
he could only do his best in the competition; every additional enemy he could eliminate was an additional enemy for His Highness.

"We understand, Big Brother,"

the Twelve Dogs replied in unison, regretting their own lack of ability, which had forced their Big Brother to bear this responsibility alone. Thinking of this , each of the Twelve Dogs looked annoyed

. "Try to think positively. You've already done your best, and His Highness won't blame you. Besides, things aren't hopeless; let's see what happens tomorrow,"

Big Dog comforted his brothers, though he himself was incredibly uneasy. But now, all he could do was his best.

The next day, only twenty-four contestants remained. Compared to yesterday, the competition venue seemed somewhat deserted, but there were actually more spectators than yesterday.

The main reason was that many contestants displayed astonishing strength during yesterday's chaotic battle. For example, Baal of the Dragon Clan displayed incredible boxing skills; from beginning to end, no one could get close to him, and none of the contestants he knocked down were able to get back
up, not even the notoriously tough and resilient Orcs.

Contestants in the other arenas also showed remarkable performances, except for Dart .

Since Dart had initially retreated to a secluded spot near the wall, and it was later revealed that the Twelve Dogs' injuries were inflicted by their own people, everyone assumed he was just lucky, leading to constant boos from the crowd.

However, Dart remained indifferent, standing lazily in the arena, showing no reaction to the boos. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, he stood furthest away from the white-robed youth. The white-robed youth, on the other hand, stared at Dart with a strange gaze
, making Dart break out in a cold sweat.

Just as Dart felt uneasy under the white-clad youth's gaze, a neatly dressed middle-aged man appeared on a platform directly in front of him.

"Esteemed audience, distinguished guests, today's competition will be hosted by myself, Toru Spyne. Your guidance is greatly appreciated."

After Toru finished speaking, a woman in the tournament uniform gracefully walked to the front of the contestants carrying a lottery bucket. Toru then said,

"Now, please draw lots. The competition format will be announced after the draw."

Following Toru's words, the woman, carrying the lottery bucket, began with the white-clad youth on the far right, allowing each contestant to draw a lot one by one. When it was Dart's turn, he was the last, casually drawing a small ball with the number 24 written on it.

As soon as Dart finished drawing, the magic board behind Toru began listing the contestants' numbers and names, and the white-clad youth was number one.

"Xuanyuan Zixing... the name doesn't quite match the feeling he gives off." Dart

stared at the white-clad youth, muttering the name Xuan Yuan Zi Xing to himself. Just then, he heard Toru continue,

"This tournament will be an elimination system. The competition will be a duel between the last contestant and the one before them, and so on. The last one remaining will be the champion."

Toru's words caused an uproar among the audience. This competition format was clearly advantageous to the contestants who drew earlier numbers. The person who drew the last number would have to fight their way up to the twenty-third contestant. Regardless of whether they could actually fight their way up,
the mental and physical exertion during the process would be enormous. In particular, during the fight, the martial arts they used would inevitably be detected by the subsequent contestants, who would then figure out how to counter them, making it extremely disadvantageous.

"Everyone—everyone—" Toru shouted several times at the top of his lungs before he could barely suppress the surrounding noise. "I think you all feel this is unfair, so we've decided to ask for your opinions first. If you all agree, the competition will proceed as planned
."

The twenty-four contestants in the arena, except for the lone wolf Xuan Yuan Zixing and Dart, were almost all in groups of two or three. After Toru finished speaking, they all gathered together to discuss. Xuan Yuan Zixing, seemingly deep in thought, lowered his head, seemingly lost in thought.

"What a mess."

Dart maintained his lazy appearance, but in his mind, he had cursed the ancestors of everyone involved in this competition countless times. However, while cursing them, he also felt a vague unease. First, they forced him to participate in this tournament, then they designed this competition format.
If even the draw results were pre-arranged, then he might think this competition was trying to kill him.

Turning his head to look at the stands, Dart saw a woman with long, light purple hair sitting behind Toru. Even without seeing the crown on her head that symbolized the supreme leader of Bris, Dart was certain that she was Queen Ruoya, and very likely one of the masterminds behind this conspiracy.

Noticing Dart looking at her, Ruoya nodded elegantly, then looked at the arena as if nothing had happened, but Dart still caught a glimpse of cunning in her eyes.

"A vixen."

After making this comment in his mind, Dart turned his attention back to the arena. He saw that the other contestants had finished their discussion and nodded to Toru to indicate their agreement on the competition format. Toru then looked at Dart and Xuan Yuan Zixing, who had not yet expressed their opinions.

'I have no objection. If Dart objects, I object too. After all, he is the one with the most right to decide whether or not to accept it.' "

Xuanyuan Zixing said calmly, his neutral voice deep and magnetic, attracting the attention of the fairies nearby. Dart also looked at Xuanyuan Zixing with some surprise, then considered whether he should accept this completely unfavorable condition. After a moment's thought, Dart smiled and looked up, saying,

'I accept.'

Before the surrounding audience could gasp at Dart's decision, Toru shouted loudly,

'Alright! Ladies and gentlemen, with the unanimous agreement of the contestants, this competition will adopt an elimination system. Contestant number twenty-three, please stay. The rest of you, please wait in the lounge we have prepared for you.'

Dart, left in the arena, looked up at the azure sky, silently mourning his lost leisurely life. A moment later, as Toru began the selection process, Dart turned to look at his opponent.

'Huh! It's you?' " Actually

, the old man himself had also been troubled. He often posted new articles before finishing his own. He had even taken advice from Bie Da and Xiong Da, trying to focus his energy on one article at a time, but later found that it was impossible.

The old man himself couldn't concentrate on one article. Whenever he had free time, when he reread his own articles between deadlines, a flood of inspiration would force him to type them out. Helplessly, he had no choice but to let it be.

Since it was his nature, forcibly suppressing it would be going against his nature. If you all can't stand it, the old man can only say... please forgive him .

A somewhat familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar face appeared in front of Dart. It was familiar because Dart remembered that he was one of the people who had caused him trouble because of Lacey, but due to an "accidental" fall, he broke his leg and had to stay at home for a long time to recover. It was unfamiliar because Dart couldn't even remember his name
.

"You are...that...John...no, no...Nabri...uh...it doesn't seem like it either..."

"My name is Rhett? Drome!!"

Feeling severely slighted, Drome nearly roared, but seeing Dart's look of sudden realization, Drome's anger exploded like a volcano.

It's not entirely Dart's fault for being forgetful. Countless people had caused him trouble because of Lacey, Ari, and Lana. With the frequency and lack of originality (the reasons were always Lacey, Ari, or Lana; the better ones were just trying to monopolize everything)
, over time, Dart realized that they all looked pretty much the same—two eyes, one nose, one mouth. He'd only remember one or two names when he was in a good mood; the rest he'd probably forget as soon as he saw them.

However, although the impression wasn't deep, according to Dart's memory, Drom's strength shouldn't be enough to pass the preliminaries. So...

take a closer look at Drom. The full-body heavy armor, with the glittering gem on his chest clearly emanating magical energy, suggests he's using wind magic to reduce weight. And then...

'Dragon's Kiss; Snake's Bite, he's really rich.'

Dart exclaimed upon seeing the Snake's Bite on Drom's right hand and the Dragon's Kiss on his left. Both the Snake's Bite and the Dragon's Kiss are ranged weapons. The Dragon's Kiss, suitable for wide-range attacks, is mostly used by large groups like armies and is relatively inexpensive, costing around
nine thousand gold coins. The Snake's Bite, on the other hand, is specifically designed for stealth attacks and is usually used by those with specific needs, so it often requires modifications. It costs at least fifteen thousand gold coins. Now, Drom is equipped with both Snake's Bite and Dragon's Kiss on both hands, plus the armor, which must have
cost at least forty thousand gold coins.

While Dart was pondering, Drom launched the preemptive attack. His right hand flashed, and the snake-headed, pointed weapon shot out silently. Its silver body, covered in sharp blades, writhed like a real venomous snake, aiming for Dart's heart in the blink of an eye—a ruthless strike.

Dart subtly swayed to the right, narrowly dodging the attack aimed at his heart. But the snake's head twisted, spinning in mid-air before striking again at the back of Dart's head. Dart didn't turn his head, simply tilting it to avoid it once more. Under Drom's control, the snake
twisted and attacked with remarkable agility, forcing Dart to dodge left and right. Clearly, Drom had put considerable effort into its control.

Seeing Dart's clumsy attempts to dodge, Drom really wanted to mock him, but to maintain focus on controlling the snake, he had to concentrate entirely on its operation. He had to suppress the urge to laugh and instead wielded the snake even more fiercely.

Even with the snake's bite attacks being fierce and its angles tricky, Dart always managed to dodge at the last second. He would also occasionally kick stones at Drom, but no matter the angle, a strange gust of wind would always block the stones before they hit Drom.

'A wind barrier?'

Dart frowned inwardly as he dodged, performing a somersault to evade the snake's bite's upward attack, then kicking the unsharp part of the snake's head, using the momentum to leap backward out of the encirclement formed by the snake's bite.

Drom quickly withdrew his snake bite, aiming his left dragon's snout at Dart, who was still in mid-air. He fired a dozen small orbs of light in a volley. Dart, caught in mid-air with nowhere to gain leverage, was about to be hit when he suddenly spun around, facing the orbs head-on. Simultaneously, he
used both hands to slowly separate them to the sides. Each orb, upon contact with Dart's hands, moved like a feather in the wind, smoothly parting his arms. As Dart landed, the orbs flew past him, eliciting gasps from the surrounding audience
. Drom watched in disbelief.

The orbs that passed Dart shot straight towards the stands, about to hit the spectators, when they suddenly exploded mid-air. A blurry ripple appeared in the blast area before returning to normal.

"Did they set up a barrier?"

Dart wondered to himself upon seeing this. But in that moment of distraction, Drom's snake bite struck again from behind. Unable to dodge in time, Dart was grazed across his left arm, blood staining his entire arm.

Drom, excited by his successful sneak attack, continued to drive the snake bite forward. Dart pressed his wound while dodging, but his movements were clearly not as fluid as before.

While Dart was on the field, almost everyone in the lounge was focused on him.

'The Twelve Dogs might have been defeated by that move.'

The bear-clan member who had been in the same barrier as Dart during the preliminaries watched Dart deflect the light orb. Standing beside him were Big Dog and a drunken, middle-aged tiger-clan member.

'What does Your Highness mean?'

Big Dog asked respectfully. The bear-clan member addressed as Your Highness said,

'Didn't you say that the injuries on the Twelve Dogs were inflicted by their own people? Judging from what just happened, it's very likely that they were caused by that strange move from that human. Elder Tiger, what's your opinion?'

The tiger-man, known as Tiger Elder, let out a burp and lazily said, "

Your Highness is right. The moves that human used resembled lost techniques from ancient martial arts. I remember... I think it's called Tai Chi."

After magic became prevalent, many people began researching ways to combine martial arts and magic, successfully creating many unique techniques. However, some old-world martial arts techniques from before the rise of magic were lost. This tiger-man's ability to recognize Dart's moves
showed his considerable knowledge. After speaking, he took a large gulp from his wine jug, glanced at the two in the arena, and laughed,

"That human wrapped up like an iron can is finished."

In the arena, even though Dart's movements were less fluid due to his injury, Drom's snake bites could no longer harm Dart from any angle. Unable to break through, Drom grew increasingly impatient, and his snake bite attacks became increasingly chaotic.

"That's about enough."

Dart dodged while assessing the situation. The snake bite was controlled by magic and mental power. Drom's ability to use the snake bite so skillfully clearly indicated that he had received expert guidance and practiced diligently, but his training was still insufficient. He should be able to create a series of openings with just a little stimulation.

Therefore, Dart deliberately injured his left arm, making Drom think that his movements were hindered by the injury. If the attack still failed to achieve its effect under such circumstances, Drom would definitely create openings, given his personality. Sure enough, everything was as Dart estimated. The chaotic attacks were no longer a threat to
Dart time, he could think of a solution.

But even though Drom's emotions were starting to fluctuate, his wind armor was still a problem, and with the dragon's kiss on his left hand, if he misjudged the situation, Dart might face a barrage of attacks.

If he had a weapon, Dart might have chosen to destroy the snake bites head-on first, then deal with the dragon's snout, and finally destroy the obstructive armor. But now, without a weapon, Dart couldn't fight head-on even if he wanted to, so he had to change his order.

Having made up his mind, Dart suddenly accelerated, dodging left and right. He had once again escaped the encirclement formed by the snake bites and was about five feet in front of Drom. Before he could react, Dart suddenly roared, and Drom felt his whole body shudder violently as if he had been hit by a heavy blow
. At the same time, Dart raised his hand and shot out seven stones.

Drom was still unable to move because of Dart's shout, and could only watch helplessly as the stones shot towards him. Although he couldn't block them, Drom wasn't nervous or worried at all. The wind armor he was wearing was a family heirloom.
The magic stone inlaid on his chest not only reduced the weight of the armor to be comparable to leather armor, but also had its own self-protection ability. Any attack would be blocked by the wind barrier of the armor itself, so he didn't care at all about the stones Dart shot at him.

Seven stones shot towards Drom in a straight line. As the first stone was blocked by the wind barrier, the second stone suddenly accelerated and collided with it. The hidden energy within the two stones exploded in Drom's chest, creating a gust of wind that cracked the wind barrier.
The third stone then seized the opportunity to shoot into this crack. When it was blocked again, the fourth stone followed, widening the crack once more. The fifth and sixth stones followed suit, blasting a path through the barrier in front of Drom's chest, allowing the seventh
stone to pass through and strike the magic gem on his chest.

With a loud crash, Drom staggered back several steps. The seventh stone shattered upon impact, but the gem on his wind armor remained intact. Drom was initially stunned, then burst into wild laughter:

'Hahaha! I thought you had done something great, but it turns out it's nothing special, ha!' "Haha..."

The laughter abruptly stopped. Drom suddenly realized that his wind armor had become incredibly heavy, completely lacking its previous lightness. Looking down, he saw that the magic gem that had been embedded in his chest had fallen off the armor and onto the ground. The sudden change left Drom completely bewildered
. Suddenly, his vision blurred, and Dart appeared before him, his palm pressed against Drom's chest.

"Remember next time, it's best not to use a treasure you can't wield freely."

These were the last words Drom heard. A powerful shockwave shot into his body from his chest, and a sharp pain spread from within him, causing Drom to faint before he could even scream.

Dart's victory in this battle was actually a fluke. If the energy he had channeled into the seventh stone hadn't been enough to dislodge the magic gem from the wind armor, and given his inability to get close and lack of weapons, Dart wouldn't have won so easily, even if he had managed to win.

The surrounding spectators and the competitors in the rest area only saw Dart press a button on Drom's chest, causing Drom to instantly spit blood from his mouth and nose and fall backward. Dart, on the other hand, casually dusted himself off and walked back to the center of the arena with ease, completely unaware of the
enormous stakes he had placed in those few moves.

'Heh heh heh, now I really hope this young man will fight me.'

The middle-aged tiger-man, having downed his strong liquor in one gulp, naturally exuded an aura of power. The human youth had ignited his long-dormant fighting spirit, the unyielding will of the former orc general, the Drunken Tiger Hend, standing proudly against a thousand armies.

And it wasn't just Hend; almost everyone in the rest area looked at Dart with different thoughts, including two pairs of dark, evil eyes lurking in the corners…

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