The Strongest Dragon in the Era of Beast Taming - Chapter 531

Chapter 531: Chapter 525: Ghost Deity Illusion

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“A worthy opponent!”

Feeling the threatening aura emanating from David Jones, Clive Brown’s eyes were filled with a fiery eagerness to fight.

As the captain of Silver-Abyssal City’s Team Kamui, besides the elusive Divine Dragon and the long unseen city lord, he was the undisputed strongest in the area. Even the normally fearsome Skull Beast which terrified ordinary Ghost Kings was slain by him within dozens of rounds, leaving him rather disappointed.

However, in David Jones, Clive Brown sensed an even greater threat than the Skull Beast, sparking his excitement for battle.

Strong opponents were rare, and Clive Brown, who believed in growing through battle, hadn’t felt satisfaction in battle for a long time!

“Who are you? A strong one like you shouldn’t be without a name!” Clive Brown looked up and asked.

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“I am David Jones, a wandering Ghost Healer who travels the world and saves lives.”

With a flicker of intention, the Flame Spear plunged into the scorched earth and moved quickly under David Jones’ manipulation to appear in front of Clive Brown.

Seeing this, the soldiers surrounding General Brown exchanged surprised glances at the daring provocateur.

They knew that a Ghost Healer who wasn’t adept at fighting, but only skilled in psychic illusions, would be suppressed by the powerful aura of a general in battle, causing a steep decline in strength.

“What’s the meaning of this? Trying to intimidate me?”

Clive Brown reached out his right hand to grab the spear as a terrifyingly high temperature erupted, forcing the soldiers nearby to instinctively retreat several steps to avoid being harmed by the flames.

“Returning what rightly belongs to you,” said David Jones calmly.

Considering the other’s eagerness to battle, he wouldn’t be able to avoid this fight!

Moreover, a weaponless general would be like a tiger devoid of sharp claws, and David Jones was curious to see if he, having cultivated the Tigrex Dossier to the third apex, could defeat the middle-phase Class VI Ghost King.

“No need,” Clive Brown shook his head, and the spear in his hand vanished into the nearby mountain range like a flash of flame.

As David Jones was not yet a death-row prisoner and a suitable opponent was rare, his pride would not allow him to take advantage of an unarmed opponent by wielding a weapon.

“In order to investigate the cause of Mapleborough Village’s destruction, I’ll have to ask you to come with me,” said Clive Brown calmly.

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“What if I said I don’t have time?” David replied.

“Then don’t blame me for being rude!” Clive Brown held his breath as searing flames erupted from his palms, the surging battle intent rushing out like an endless storm in all directions.

“Battle! Battle! Battle!”

The soldiers of Team Kamui lifted their weapons, loudly cheering for their general.

“Whoosh!”

David Jones felt a flash of fire before his eyes as an imposing figure clad in armor appeared in front of him. The Fire Fist in the figure’s hand raced towards his chest at a lightning-fast speed.

“Fire Fist, huh? I can use it too!”

Next moment, to the disbelief of the soldiers, two fists cloaked in flames collided with a powerful impact.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment!

The visible shockwave shattered the earth beneath, sending gravel flying and flames rushing into the sky.

Feeling the overwhelming force transmit through his fist, David Jones couldn’t help but step back, frantically blocking the opponent’s consecutive heavy blows with both hands.

With the help of the Illusion-Piercing Eye, Clive Brown’s rapid flurry of fists was clear as day, like a slow-motion replay. David Jones even managed to leave several difficult-to-recover punch marks on his opponent’s armor through the gaps in his attack.

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“Impressive reflexes,” Clive’s pupils narrowed.

He could clearly sense that David Jones’ strength was a notch weaker than his own, but strangely enough, his peak-level Hundred Kills technique didn’t trouble David at all. In fact, it revealed numerous flaws, resulting in several injuries to Clive.

“Have you learned the Hundred Kills technique?” Clive couldn’t help but ask.

At first, David Jones’ display of the Hundred Kills technique was somewhat awkward, but it became increasingly proficient as the intense battle continued. He even exhibited fighting styles Clive had never seen before, leading him to suspect that David was simply using him for practice.

“I learned this technique from you, General. So its name is Hundred Kills!” David was growing more and more excited.

In the midst of the fierce close combat, he could feel the dormant blood of the Ghost Deity within him becoming active again, stirring the cultivation of the Tigrex Dossier.

Clearly, battling powerful opponents was one of the ways to awaken the Ghost Deity’s power.

“How can that be!” Clive frowned.

He didn’t doubt the existence of once-in-a-lifetime prodigies who could learn at a single glance, but he believed that such geniuses shouldn’t appear in Silver-Abyssal City but rather in places of higher status.

Clive Brown took a deep look at David Jones and decided not to hold back any longer.

A shadow with three faces and six arms appeared behind Clive, each face jet-black and spewing fire from their mouths, while three arms pointed towards the sky and the other three held various weapons. This sinister apparition signified the Blackfame Asura, the ancestor worshipped by the Brown family for generations, representing the family’s glorious heritage and noble bloodline.

Brown family descendants could summon the illusion of their ancestor to fight in critical moments by echoing the bloodline within their bodies. This was the reason why the Ghosts valued bloodline nobility.

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The Thirteen Sacred Clans were able to rule the 13 territories, bearing the title of ‘sacred,’ because their ancestors’ bloodlines were second only to the Great Dusky Royal Family’s Ghost Deity and far above other Asuras.

“Pssh!”

With the support of the Asura illusion and a significant boost in strength, Clive Brown pierced a shallow bloody hole on David Jones’ left arm with just a single finger.

“You’re very strong, but unfortunately, I’m even stronger!” Clive Brown confidently declared.

However, being immersed in his fighting lust, he failed to notice that when he inflicted injuries on David Jones, his Flood Dragon wristwatch had begun to emanate furious anger.

“Tch!” (“I’m going to kill him!”)

Rainbow lovingly licked the blood from David Jones’ wound with her tongue, her eyes filled with unprecedented ferocity.

“The third layer of Tigrex Dossier only corresponds to the Class V, beating a newly promoted Ghost King is easy, but beating a veteran Ghost King is still beyond reach!”

David Jones waved his hand, unleashing a group of scorching hot fire pillars to separate himself and Clive Brown with a wall of flames. Immediately afterward, he forcefully pushed off the ground, rapidly retreating.

“What, planning to run now?” Clive Brown’s eyes revealed a trace of disappointment.

If his opponent really intended to run, he would abandon a fair battle, mount the Flame Dragon, and equip the Flame Spear to execute him with overwhelming power.

“Run?”

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David Jones shook his head, and the flames in his hand gradually vanished, replaced by a terrifying chill capable of freezing everything.

“The previous battle was just a warm-up exercise. You’d better be careful in the next one, or you’ll die!”