As he wasn't a saint, Sartius – the armoured razorback wyrm – couldn't speak in human tongue, but he was more than capable of uanding it.

  He was one of the most powerful ninth-rank magical beasts in the whole of the forest of darkness, but when he looked into Wukong's eyes, all he could see was disdain. The more he looked into those arrogant eyes, the angrier he became.

  As if he could read his mind, Wukong's light but ice-cold voice rang through the battlefield. "If you take a siep in this king's dire… This king will kill you!"

  The pt alpable, and it ressuring Sartius' diminishing sense of reason. Luckily, its superior wasn't suffering from the same dition.

  "That's enough," The bck saint dragon ordered directly. He had half a mind to let Sartius test Wukong's strength, but he also uood Sartius would undoubtedly die. Sartius was one of the most powerful dragons uhe saint rank. He couldn't allow him to die for no reason.

  Sartius gred and s the staff-wielding creature once more before turning away, scared that it'd lose trol and attack Wukht then.

  Though he wasn't scared of the ape-like man, he was terrified of the bck saint-level dragon in the sky. He knew better than to test his superior's patience.

  The bck dragon, oher hand, didn't give Sartius aner issuing his and; his focus was solely on Wukong.

  When Wukong moved just now, it didn't even realise until it was too te. Though it should've been impossible, he uood that Wukong was somehow even faster than him.

  'If he decides to take the boy and escape, I won't be able to stop him.' He thought to himself as he g Ace before his cold reptiliauro Wukong.

  Both were peerless geniuses on the side of the humans and would grow to be a major threat iure. The humans already had two peerless existences and several saints no weaker than his boss. He couldn't afford to allow two more humans to reach that level. The only problem was that he o find a way to kill them before they escaped.

  He was right to think like that. Wukong had already decided, though he'd do what he could to protect Silverlight City, if it really came down to it, he would take Ad escape. It was his idea t Ace here; he definitely wouldn't allow Ace to die, especially after he had promised his mother to look after him.

  "As it stands, it's one win and a tie each," The bck dragon stated calmly, his voice gruff voice ringing in the ears of everyone present. "I could just order the war to ence, but now I'm ied in this little petition. So I've decided to allow one more round, and I'll even allow you to pete on behalf of the humans.

  If you win, we'll leave your little city alone. But if we win, we will crush every one of you, including the little ants hiding behind your walls."

  The fists of all the Silverlight soldiers ched upon hearing the threat. They weren't scared for themselves but for the loved ohey were here to protect. All they could do was hope that they would be able to win the round, but the dragon's following words doused any hope they had.

  "We've had three rounds for each of the mortal stages; the final round will be for saints!" The dragon said indifferently.

  "This kis!" Wukong stated directly as he carefully picked up what was left of Meina's body. "This king 't beat a dragon at the middle saint stage. If you really wish to fight, as soon as this king reaches the saint stage, this king will personally take a trip to the dragon's pit to find you!"

  As he said that, Wukong, whilst carrying Meina, transformed into a bolt of lightning, appearing ba the city walls beside Ad Venerin.

  The bck dragon was infuriated by the man's words. He khat Wukong was letting him know that if he went through with his pns, he'd escape now a revenge iure, but the thing that angered him most was the fact that Wukong knew he was a middle-stage saint-level drago he said he'd be able to defeat him as a newly promoted saint.

  He had half a mind to go on a rampage right there and then, but when Wukong gave him anlimpse of his shog speed, he uood that there was no way he'd be able to keep Wukong if he really wao escape.

  "You think I'd lift a cw to fight the likes of you? You overestimate yourself!" The dragon growled arrogantly. "The saint I had in mind wasn't me."

  Hearing that, everyone's mi bnk as they uood at that moment that if it was saying that, it meant he wasn't the only saint present on the side of the beasts.

  Suddenly from the back of the army of magical beasts, a colossal creature slowly floated in their dire.

  It was a teer-tall bear-like beast with dark red scales.

  "A saint-level dragon-scaled bear…" Venerin's eyes showed all the unwillingness and helplessness he held in his heart as he watched the bear h over the battlefield, looking at them disdainfully. "Little Kong, take Ad-"

  "If it's just him, this king accepts your offer!" Wukong said with a fiendish grin suffusing his lips, paying no attention to the city lord beside him.

  As his words left his mouth, it rendered everyone speechless. Whether it was Venerin, the remaining generals, or Ace, they all looked at him as though he were a fool. It was a saint he was agreeing to fight.

  "Kong, you 't, not even you jump two ranks to beat a genuine sa-"

  "Brother-in-w, just sit bad rex. This king won't lose to a newly promoted saint like that!" Wukong decred proudly before jumping back off the wall, casually walking towards the battlefield. "Oii brat, watch closely as this king shows you the definition of a real genius!"

  'Why's he so fident? There's no way he beat a saint-rank magical beast at the eighth rank.' The dragon thought to himself as he saw the fiden Wukong's face.

  Though he knew a feat like that was all but impossible, a bad feeling was starting to well up inside of him. Unfortunately, it was too te to back out now, especially as it was he who proposed this final round. "Zarix, make sure you kill him!"

  "Don't worry, I may have only just broken through today, but there's no way I'll lose to some trash in the eighth rank," Zarix, the dragon-scaled bear, fidently decred with a sadistieer suffusing his lips as he watched his prey near. "I won't let you down, Yasha!"

  "I've never met anyone as arrogant as you in all my life," Zarix said, gring at Wukong as he calmly made his way through the Silverlight Army. "The power of even a newly asded saint-level beast isn't something a trivial eighth-rank warrior imagine, let alone pare to."

  As he said that, his body suddeed in a terrifying crimson fire. The heat of which was too much for the army to bear. The armours of the soldiers suddenly began to melt, and the skin of the weaker warriors began to blister, but they forcibly withstood it as they gred at the terrifyi without making a sound.

  As proud as Venerin was of his soldiers for their resolve, he refused to let them suffer for no reason!

  "RETREAT TO THE WALLS!" He bellowed, using his qi to make sure he was heard by ead every one of his subordinates, knowing that just watg a battle of this magnitude wasn't something ordinairy mortals could withstand.

  "ROOAARRRR!"

  Yasha's roar left everyone's ears ringing. Still, it seemed to have the same effect as Venerin's orders as the army of magical beasts also retreated several hundred meters back to give added room for these two powerhouses to battle.

  "No witty response? What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" Zarix said with an arrogant sneer wheiced the slight frown on his oppo's face, believing he had put the fear of god in him after showing him the differeween them.

  Though it was true Wukong was frowning, it wasn't for the reason the dragon-scaled bear believed. As he came to a stop and looked up at the beast flying above him, his frown deepened.

  "[Tribution Steps – First Step]," Wukong said indifferently as he took aep towards his crimson-scaled oppo.

  Suddenly the sky above Zarix darkened, and before he could uand what was happening, a bolt of lightning desded, striking him on the of his head.

  "Haha, is that it? I didn't even feel-"

  "[Sed Step!]" Wukong tinued, indifferent as ever.

  "Are y to tickle me to de-"

  "[Third Step…]"

  With each step Wukong took, anhtning bolt desded from the sky. Eae doubling in size and power.

  At first, Zarix could easily withstand each strike, most of them getting burnt by the bzing fmes coating his colossal body. By the fourth strike, though, the fmes could do nothing to stop them.

  Fortunately for him, his dragon scales weren't just for show. The lightning did o no actual damage, but that all ged after the sixth step.

  The sixth bolt of lightning desded like that of a r floon.

  "FUCK OFF!" Zarix roared as he swung one of his fme-coated paws towards the sky, uo trol his wrath.

  As the two attacks met, the bolt of lightning was instantly destroyed, and even the sky opened up under his might.

  It was a shog dispy for Ad the others who didn't get to see a battle on this level very often.

  "[Seventh Step]!"

  Even as his attack was pletely eviscerated, Wukong's voice couldn't have sounded any less impressed.

  Zarix, who'd had enough of this game, was about to deal with this attad then focus on the caster of the spells when the lightning bolt desded far faster than he could've expected, once again doubling in size and power.

  He didn't have enough time to attack, or even dodge it. Ultimately, all he could do was bend his neck, so the strike didn't nd on his head again.

  BANG!

  "ARGH!" As the strike nded oop of his back, Zarix roared in pain as several of the scales at the point of impact were pletely shattered, and the surrounding ones were seared.

  Looking down, Zarix saw Wukong's face was still indifferent. After actually hurting a saint rank magical beast, Wukong was wholly unmoved. It was as though it wasn't much of an achievement, as though it was to be expected.

  "I'LL KILL YOU!" The bear roared as he flew like a rocket towards Wukong, who acted as though he hadn't heard him.

  "[Eighth Step!]"

  As Wukong took his step, another bolt of lightning fell, but this one couldn't be pared to the others; this one appeared as if it desded from heaven itself.

  Be it Ace, Venerin, his generals, or even Yasha; It was a sight no one present would ever fet.

  It was almost as though Wukong was the proud son of heaven, and heaven smited Zarix for daring to oppose him.

  As the dust cleared, everyone was instantly rendered speechless by the se before them.

  Zarix's whole body was burnt to a crisp. If that wasn't shog enough, he was also on his knees, panting heavily, not even a meter away from Wukong, who casually held his staff over his shoulder, looking down at the beast before him.

  "That's much better," Wukong stated, the frown from before having disappeared, only to be repced by a teasing grin. "I don't like looking up at my oppos!"

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