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Thankfully, Elder Hai Bao Long took action and sent his disciple.

Moreover, it was this special disciple who was quite famous internally.

This made him breathe a sigh of relief; this was the mutation experiment of Elder Hai Bao Long, which happened to this disciple.

Elder Hai Bao Long couldn't even replicate it on himself.

It could be said that relying solely on his own strength, this disciple was stronger than his master, Elder Hai Bao Long.

This person jumped down from the back of the Sea Tyrant Dragon, wearing standard insect armor, which looked inconspicuous.

However, Small Knife couldn't see his level, all displaying as ???.

Daring to step on stage naturally indicated confidence, almost certainly stronger than the first failure.

So Small Knife hesitated a bit.

"It's my turn. I can't be worse than a woman." Scar-faced Ghost laughed as he walked up.

"Don't be careless. If you had gone up just now, you would have kneeled from the first strike," Small Knife quipped.

"How can you demoralize someone like that? You should learn from these two; they may not have real skills, but they sure brag impressively."

Loud laughter erupted from all directions once again.

Can't take it anymore, stop making me laugh.

"Pitiful yet mighty!" The players jeered loudly again, whistling incessantly.

"Speaking the truth," even Small Knife couldn't help but sarcastically comment.

This made Elder Hai Bao Long's face as dark as a pot's bottom.

"Hmph!" The seemingly inconspicuous young man on the stage sneered coldly.

He actually took off his middle-grade talisman armor and threw it off the stage.

Not only that, but he also threw down his weapon from the stage.

"What's this? Admitting defeat?"

He's not even keeping the weapon?

...! The audience curiously discussed.

Seeing this, Scar-faced Ghost became serious, reaching into his pocket as he went on stage.

Only gripping onto his reliance.

He didn't have Fire Ghost's new skills, only relying on old ones.

So he clutched the Ten Spirits Banner, with ten transparent spirit ghosts swarming the banner's surface, ready to unleash at full speed anytime.

The Ten Spirits Banner is different from ordinary magical artifacts; it relies on the strength of the spirit ghosts inside, making it not too difficult for this mortal to control.

However, even so, the spirit ghosts couldn't exert half of their strength inside.

"Ah, you guys, always sarcastic, aren't you just forcing the senior brother to go all out? Soon you'll know how terrifying the senior brother is," finally, someone from Elder Black Face's entourage spoke up.

This speaker had considerable momentum, giving people a very confident feeling.

This made Elder Hai Bao Long's face a bit less black.

This match must be a victory, and a beautiful one at that.

The target was already on stage and couldn't be swapped; this man who tossed away his weapon and armor no longer hid, directly displaying his level.

Level 130, naturally not weak in strength.

But at this time, it didn't cause much excitement.

However, Small Knife looked closely and found it interesting.

Long the Seventeenth: Level 130, Tyrannosaurus Bloodline (Pseudo, Residual)

Lifebound Divine Techniques: Tyrannosaurus Transformation (Residual, Pseudo)

Tip: Tyrannosaurus? It's just a name given by Elder Hai Bao Long.

Even so, the four words 'Lifebound Divine Techniques' gave Small Knife a shock.

It's actually a bloodline? Clearly another way besides spirit root, innate, to break through the hundred-level bottleneck.

Checking right now.

This young man suddenly revealed a ferocious smile, immediately letting out an angry roar.

Amazingly, his entire body swelled up, and black scales rapidly grew all over, similar to those of the python-like creatures called Sea Tyrant Dragons.

And claws sprouted.

He became a monstrous black-scaled creature over three meters tall.

This immediately caused a large exclamation from the players below.

So wonderful.

What a powerful method, envy, jealousy, and hate arose.

"My Violent Dragon Scale Divine Techniques for defense is comparable to the defense of a middle-grade magical artifact; if you have the skills to use a First Realm Middle-Grade Spirit Talisman, you might have a chance to hurt me. Don't embarrass yourself with a Fireball Technique like the previous stage."

Long the Seventeenth hissed with a raspy voice.

This caused quite a few players below to gasp again.

Though they lacked knowledge, they understood the power of Entry Spirit Talismans and the significance of middle grade; that's the power of Middle Stage of Qi Cultivation spells.

Even for a Qi Cultivation Advanced expert, using a junior-level magical artifact, it's just about unleashing this power.

This caused a slight smile on Elder Hai Bao Long's face, not as gloomy.

This disciple is pretty good, always hesitant, but this time he gave me face, and afterwards, I will give him the purified essence blood to help him break through to the Middle Stage of Qi Cultivation; his strength might increase nearly twofold.

This would also benefit my own development.

Seeing his master's expression, Long the seventeenth knew he had achieved his goal, so he no longer hesitated and directly pounced forward.

Intending to tear the target apart.

Currently, the duration of his bloodline transformation is very short.

But the scale defense comparable to a First Realm Middle-Level Magical Artifact, the claw attack comparable to a First Realm Junior-level Spiritual Artifact, it's all worth it.

As long as he pleases the master, he has a chance to obtain the Sea Tyrant Dragon, as long as he masters its cultivation.

Heh, old fool.

He had this confidence because he was the only mutation, obtaining a bloodline breakthrough was sheer luck.

The master's many disciple test subjects ultimately became only himself; even the master couldn't transform.

Scar-faced Ghost who had already distanced himself looked extremely ugly now.

He sensed the possibility of failure.

Middle-grade magical artifact defense, how could he be so unlucky?

As he saw the other rushing over, how could he hesitate, being approached meant death.

No new methods available, only old techniques to fight desperately.

Can't just admit defeat, right?

Thinking of the punishment for mission failure, he felt regret clawing at his heart.

But now there was no time to even feel heartache, and he wasn't willing to give up.

So he pulled out the Ten Spirits Banner, at this time, ignoring danger or pollution.

Sprayed a mouthful of essence blood directly onto the Ten Spirits Banner.

His face turned slightly pale, his level dropped by Level 5.

Not stopping, a second mouthful of essence blood sprayed out.

His body slightly swayed, and his level dropped by another Level 10, even his Life decreased a notch.

Still intending to spray a third mouthful in desperation.

But that massive, ferocious monster had already lunged forward to his front.

He could only wave the small blood-colored banner in his hand.

The originally faint apparition, stimulated by his essence blood, became bathed in a layer of blood light, clearly not calm, agitating.

As it was driven now, it pounced out wildly.

Then, there was no more.

The scene suddenly fell silent, eerily quiet.

Because the ten phantoms that lunged in crazily bored into the massive black-scaled clawed Sea Tyrant Dragon Monster.

Then, its body froze.

Then, its Life bar plummeted rapidly.

Now, with no more blood, it collapsed directly.

Died.

Could it be?

Was this a monkey sent to show off?

Because at this time, the monster had already returned to its original form.

Naturally a corpse, and still a withered corpse.

"Damn, tricked me for two mouthfuls of essence blood, turns out it was a waste, just for show, how was it said, a paper tiger?"

This side, the desperately fighting Scar-faced Ghost was stunned.

A complete reversal.

Victory came too suddenly.

Paid such a big price?

It just felt like a waste, such a waste.

Two mouthfuls of heart's blood.

"Haha!"

Suddenly, the entire audience burst into hearty laughter.

"No, impossible." Elder Hai Bao Long still found it hard to believe, couldn't believe this happened right before his eyes.

Something impossible actually happened.

The disciple, after transforming, could rip apart spiritual talisman protection with one claw, comparable to the power of an entry skill, more terrifying in defense, once enduring an attack from a First Realm Middle Grade Skill, resulting only in severe injury.

As for a normal spirit talisman, at least ten or eight hits were necessary to possibly break it.

It had all been tested thoroughly.

How is it possible? How is it possible?

Small Knife mused thoughtfully.

Level 130, the scales could withstand a hit from a First Realm Middle Grade Skill?

This divine technique was powerful.

But the evaluation was 'residual,' there must be a fatal flaw.

Facing those spirit ghosts, it had no resistance, directly penetrated into the body, that would be its weakness.

However, in today's world, the ability to drive away spirits was quite rare, so they hadn't discovered this weakness was understandable.

It seemed this Scar-faced Ghost had pretty good fortune.

Two mouthfuls of essence blood wasn't a loss since Small Knife offered high reward for the task.

Amid the exploding laughter, the muttering Scar-faced Ghost descended from the stage.