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Murong watched in agitation—Weichi Feihong was completely wasting his body!

Such powerful strength, such formidable wind energy—if he had been the one to utilize it, he would definitely not have been so crude.

That Fei fellow was indeed strong, but as a Magician suddenly managing to master such a robust physique, the coordination in battle could not be adapted to in a short amount of time.

Being able to use even a tenth of his body’s abilities would already qualify as a genius.

As long as he didn’t go head-to-head, using the wind energy for small-scale dodging would not only fend off the opponent but also buy plenty of time.

However, what Weichi chose was rapid assault!

In Murong’s view, that was the most foolish tactic. Even if the Fei’s last name fellow was inexperienced in controlling his own body, the inherent strength of the body was still there. It wasn’t something that could be killed just because one wished to.

His ambitions were too great...

At this moment, Weichi Feihong’s eyes were bloodshot as he constantly leveraged the advantages of a Warrior, clearly dominating the fight.

In close combat, with both opting for human forms, how could Fei Fu Ma possibly stand a chance against a Super First Rank Warrior?

He could only rely on reflexes to protect his vitals, his flesh blurring and bloodied in several areas; the intense pain made Fei Fu Ma incredibly furious!

Yet, he still remained calm, quickly transmitting his voice, "We are both serving His Majesty, and although I don’t know why you would suddenly defect to Chen Qing, if you’re willing to turn back now, there will be a share of merit in reclaiming the Dragon Palace for you.

It’s not impossible to grant you dominion over one of the Four Seas. Must you fight so desperately?"

Weichi Feihong’s pupils were icy as more and more of his muscles burst open; his entire body seemed to crack like it was frozen, clearly, his excessive movements were putting too much strain on his body.

And it wasn’t just the muscles; the bones were even more so.

During Dragon Transformation, the evolution of the Dragon Bone is the slowest. The newly formed Dragon Bone was still very fragile and, under the pressure of muscle compression, maintaining normal combat was already quite an accomplishment.

Now with such high strain, he could feel the new Dragon Bone beginning to tear.

This type of injury was likely irreversible. Just like the opponent had said, this desperate struggle... came at a great cost!

"You deserve to die!" Weichi’s voice was ice-cold, filled with boundless hatred, causing Fei Fu Ma across from him to be taken aback.

What did he do to provoke such desperate opposition?

Crash!

With a thrust of his sword finger, Fei Fu Ma’s blurred and bloodied arm was directly penetrated, and as his meridians numbed, the hand protecting his chest slid off, the muscles there relaxing due to the paralysis!

Weichi’s eyes brightened as he realized that the bodily structures and meridians of Dragon Men in human form were more or less the same as humans’. With this in mind... there was a chance!

The bones in his three right fingers had already shattered during the meridian-piercing move, but without hesitation, Weichi used his right hand as a sword finger, striking directly at the vital point!

The finger bones were fragile, but the finger technique was the best way for a Warrior to concentrate force. At such a moment, Weichi was clearly fighting for his life!

Murong, watching from afar, was incredibly anxious: "Stop, retreat quickly!"

But how could his voice be faster than the clash between the two?

When Weichi saw the opening, he staked everything on it in an instant. Yet, Murong could see clearly—the dense fire elements gathering around were obviously intentional by the opponent!

Hiss!

His fingertips penetrated the heart, but were locked tightly by a terrifying muscle strength, unable to advance even slightly, nor retreat!

Weichi glared at his opponent, it was obvious—an intentional flaw had been sold. This fellow... still had such combat awareness?

"Surprised?" Fei Fu Ma’s icy voice rang in Weichi’s ear: "Does it shock you that I, a Magician, could judge your attack and trap a top-tier Warrior like you? Does it seem inconceivable?"

"Quite sorry about that..." Fei Fu Ma embraced his opponent as a terrifying red flame erupted in an instant. Weichi, with eyes reddened from frustration, struggled to break free, yet couldn’t manage even a bit.

Fei Fu Ma let out a cold chuckle, "Because I myself am a Super First Rank Warrior!"

As he spoke, his muscular strength surged and the terrifying power locked Weichi Feihong so he couldn’t move an inch.

Every time Weichi tried to muster any strength to break free, his opponent’s body seemed to predict his moves, immediately causing his skeletal frame to vibrate, disrupting his flow of power!

In that moment, Weichi understood; the opponent had not lied. He was not only a top-tier Warrior but also a master of locking techniques!

So deeply hidden...

"Don’t look at me like that," Fei Fu Ma, seeing the furious gaze in the flames, felt even more elated. "It’s normal that you couldn’t tell.

Even Siao Mingyue, that harlot, couldn’t see through me.

And she shared my bed for twenty years. Can you imagine?

Every time we were intimate, I had to exert all my control to prevent that whore from discovering. I endured that life for twenty years!!"

From a distance, Murong was dumbstruck. Damn, that’s one ruthless guy!

"Shut up!!" Weichi Feihong roared, obviously frantic with rage.

"Oh, now I see why you’re fighting so desperately, it turns out that..." Consort Prince Fei approached and said, "You like her, don’t you? That bitch Siao Mingyue!"

Weichi Feihong: "..."

"But it’s not surprising, a woman as strong and noble as her probably has a lot of men secretly harboring thoughts, right?" Consort Prince Fei chuckled, "How interesting, they say you haven’t broken your celibacy in thirty years; don’t tell me it was for her?"

"Do you have any idea how many men have been with that lowly woman? Ridiculously foolish... What do you think Siao Mingyue is? She’s nothing but a filthy whore.....she....."

"Shut up!" Weichi Feihong suddenly lunged, biting at Consort Prince Fei’s face, but Consort Prince Fei had already anticipated this and dodged, then tightened his grip again, and with a crack, the glowing red dragon scales on Weichi Feihong instantly shattered, his spine completely fractured, and his flesh and bones collapsed significantly.

It’s over...

Murong looked on, pale-faced. The original plan was for Weichi Feihong to delay the opponent while Chen Qing absorbed all of Ao Zhen’s faith power, but this guy, who turned out to be a pure-hearted fool, lost his cool... and lost so quickly.

Chen Qing has placed trust in the wrong person this time...

While thinking this, he saw Weichi, who was barely lifting his head amidst the gore. His spine was crushed by the opponent, leaving him powerless against the flames; his face was melting, even his eyeballs had fallen out, a sight terrifying and chilling to behold.

Yet, there wasn’t a hint of despair in Weichi’s eyes at this moment; instead, there was a trace of mockery.

"I can’t imagine how Siao Mingyue fell into your hands...."

"Hm?" Consort Prince Fei frowned immediately, something was off with the opponent’s expression.

"Have you forgotten something?"

The eerie hint made Consort Prince Fei react instantly, but before he could turn around, a terrifying siphoning force erupted from behind him, and countless tentacles descended from the sky!

The sudden tightness in Consort Prince Fei’s chest prompted a fiery explosion; indeed, he had forgotten about this.

Having seen Chen Qing and his accomplice, he had retracted the surrounding Southern Clear Li Fire immediately to concentrate power.

Because Weichi was so desperate in their struggle, Consort Prince Fei had momentarily forgotten about the deadly existence above them!

"Was this your plan from the beginning?" Consort Prince Fei asked, puzzled.

Was the opponent’s desperate fighting simply to prevent him from being distracted by the creature above, to draw the monstrous being towards him?

Seeing the opponent’s silence, Consort Prince Fei sneered coldly, his flame bursting forth, unafraid of the tentacles that covered the sky.

"It’s a pity, though, you chose the wrong ally. This creature might be a headache for others, but not for me. The Dragon King Breed of the Southern Sea is naturally its bane!"

As his words fell, all those tentacles that encountered his flames screamed and recoiled, bursting into flames upon contact, and the massive body faced with Southern Clear Li Fire was quickly in retreat!

Seeing this, Consort Prince Fei sneered again, which was also why he had rushed in without a second thought—the giant octopus was never a concern for him from the start.

"That’s why I say, someone like you, how could you possibly outwit Siao Mingyue?" Weichi Feihong revealed a cold smile too, "Too full of yourself!"

Consort Prince Fei’s face darkened at those words, and before he could react, a sudden twist occurred!

The countless tentacles suddenly broke, snapping upon contact with fire, and those severed tentacles, howling with Southern Clear Li Fire, quickly spread out, while new tentacles surged from behind.

The severed tentacles carried the flames away, and new ones poured forth continuously. This sight caused Consort Prince Fei’s expression to freeze and he fell into a flurry of panic.

In his terror, he released more flames, while the opponent continued the strategy, tearing through the scorched flesh, letting the severed parts carry away the flames.

In an instant, the battle shifted from one-sided to a war of attrition!

"This beast!" Consort Prince Fei gritted his teeth, realizing what was happening and quickly retracting the flames carried away by the severed flesh, but once he did so, the severed parts would turn and charge straight at him!

If you burn me, I’ll sever and take the flames away; if you don’t, I’ll turn back and attack you.

Where had Consort Prince Fei seen such tactics before? His mind went blank in a flash!

What to do now?