This Giant Dragon is So Powerful!

Chapter 200 - 32: Four Arms; Shark Vein; No Eyes_3

The fierce battle raged on, causing destruction along the way.

Moments later, the majestic Wall of Lucerne turned into a pile of ruins.

At this moment, both sides were battling atop a nearby mountain peak.

Shortly after, under the dazzling dark blue saber light and crimson saber light, the enormous mountain, seven or eight hundred meters tall, also began to collapse, with tens of thousands of tons of rubble flowing into the water below, crushing hundreds if not thousands of Sha Hua Fish People.

"Hahaha, you’re no match for me, Kross!"

No one knew how long the battle had lasted, but Babakar’s hysterical laughter echoed from the partially collapsed mountain.

Both sides retreated several hundred meters, Babakar’s six dark blue sabers reduced to four, with the other two directly broken.

However, the crimson saber in Kross’s hand was also shattered.

"Without a weapon, your strength is diminished, you’re doomed." Babakar sneered, ready to pursue, but suddenly his eyes narrowed.

Opposite him, Kross silently discarded the broken crimson saber and took out a pair of spiked gloves covered in white Dragon Scales from his Spatial Bag and donned them.

With a boom, Blood Flame erupted from the white Dragon Scale spiked gloves, and Kross’s aura surged dramatically.

"It seems to have become interesting." Babakar squinted, becoming vigilant.

Only now did he calmly recall Kross’s well-known titles: Dragon Slayer, Conqueror, and Crimson Skullbreaker.

Especially the title of Crimson Skullbreaker, whose infamous reputation was the longest-lasting and most widespread.

The spiked gloves with the rich Giant Dragon aura should be from the adult White Dragon Kross slew. Babakar glanced at the terrifying Blood Flame-emitting Dragon Scale Bone Spiked Gloves, his expression growing serious.

White Dragons, though known as the disgrace of the Five-Colored Dragons, accounted for over eighty percent of the Giant Dragons slain by Dragon Slayers.

However, this did not mean White Dragons were weak.

On the contrary, at the same level, White Dragons’ dominance was also top-tier, and fighting above their level against ordinary Professionals was as easy as drinking water for them.

The long-held legendary dragon-slaying squad often required four Professionals of the same level as the Giant Dragon, with thorough preparation and mutual cooperation, to possibly succeed in slaying a dragon. However, the standard dragon-slaying lineup actually referred to slaying White Dragons.

If it were to slay a Black Dragon, the lineup would need strengthening, and if it were a Red Dragon, it would need to double at the very least.

"Judging by the aura, the White Dragon you slew was at least Level 17, and it’s rumored you accomplished it alone." Babakar murmured to himself.

He discarded the two broken dark blue sabers and took two new dark blue sabers from his Spatial Bag.

These dark blue sabers forged from ultra-hard metals were generally difficult to damage in Master Level battles, and Babakar hadn’t used spare weapons for decades, unexpectedly switching two in one go today.

"You talk too much. Now, you can die." Kross, who had remained silent, said coldly.

In a flash, the distance of several hundred meters nearly closed instantly, as the terrifying Blood Flame-covered Dragon Scale Fist Glove exploded on the six dark blue sabers.

Babakar, wielding the dark blue saber, was blown back dozens of meters by the terrifying force, shocked as he looked at Kross.

Such frightening Power! At least doubled compared to before!

But Babakar had no time to think, as Kross rapidly approached, and the two engaged in close-range combat.

Minutes later, Babakar let out a scream; one of his arms was blown apart by Kross.

"Em, aren’t you going to move?!" Babakar shouted in Sha Hua Fishman ancient language.

Opposite, Kross, who couldn’t understand the Sha Hua Fishman ancient language, merely thought Babakar was venting and roared, coldly chasing him down, intending to worsen Babakar’s injuries until death.

As the two clashed again, an invisible Mental Shock blasted toward Kross; though he noticed it, the shock was extremely difficult to avoid, and he had to endure it directly.

"Die!" Babakar, covered in blood, was overjoyed, as the six dark blue sabers instantly transformed into dozens of dark blue saber beams, slamming into Kross, sending him flying away heavily, with his body clad in dark red Demon Pattern Armor cracking in several places.

Kross, who was blasted into the air, had the earth below suddenly break open, and two giant Bone Hands wrapped around him, slapping together with a dull bang.

As the Bone Hands tried to crush him, fierce Blood Flame abruptly rose from the center, shattering the giant Bone Hands, and a figure burning with Blood Flame rushed out, delivering a punch toward a rock in the east.

The rock, tens of meters in size, exploded, and a figure fled in panic. It was Necromancer Fishman Em.

The ground trembled, as a fifty-plus meter high Skeletal Warrior climbed out from the earth, with Em standing on its shoulder, now half of its body mangled beyond recognition.

"Babakar, this guy used a Forbidden Technique; let’s work together to kill him!" Em urgently called to Babakar nearby.

"Okay." Babakar looked strangely at Em’s injuries and teamed up with the Skeletal Warrior to surround Kross.

Though Kross fought alone against two powerful foes, he still held the absolute upper hand, but the Blood Flame burning on him was gradually fading.