One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Chapter 192: 163: This Is My Era, You Are The Challenger_3

An Shelie addressed the expansive hall with calm, "Where are the Dragon Guards, where is Narlie?"

His deep, dignified voice echoed repeatedly in the hall, stirring up dust and causing the dome above to vibrate. Unfortunately, there was no response.

Bang!

The crimson door violently burst open.

Wooden splinters bloomed like reeds, tearing through the air and spewing thick smoke.

From the murky yellow smoke, a golden figure shot out, landing on the ground, creating a crater. Then it bounced up, rolling back and forth like a rubber ball, finally coming to a stop at An Shelie’s feet. Amidst painful, weak gasps, a blood-covered face struggled to lift itself.

"My lord, I am here," Narlie struggled to kneel and bow.

But he could not succeed, his limbs were cruelly broken, and countless bones in his body were shattered, like a broken toy mauled by a capricious child.

"Sorry..." Narlie suddenly fell forward, a large hand steadied his brutally broken shoulder.

"There’s no need to apologize, you’ve done well enough," An Shelie sighed, a trace of gentleness flashing in his eyes, "Leave the rest to me."

The Dragon Blood once bestowed upon Narlie was reabsorbed, and the gash on An Shelie’s chest completely healed.

His massive, dark figure radiated boundless blood energy, appearing as though a golden sun was forcibly implanted into An Shelie’s chest. However, Su Heng could sense that the Dragon King was still not at his peak, a persistent smell of dusk lingered around his body.

Nevertheless,

An Shelie was still a formidable opponent, his strength transforming into a tidal force.

With a step forward, he suddenly appeared in front of Su Heng, a ferocious punch embellished with dazzling golden lightning aimed directly at Su Heng’s face. Su Heng, without defending, also threw a wide, sweeping punch forward.

As he punched, his strength rapidly circulated.

His body swelled, covered with dragon scales, emitting a clanging sound similar to iron striking iron.

The power increase brought by the Transformed Dragon State, combined with an inherently formidable physique, Su Heng’s not-at-peak punch managed to match the Dragon King evenly.

Below their feet, the ground exploded, stone debris and dust suspended mid-air, the clash of their forces generated thunder and flames that spread across the ground, sweeping through the entire hall.

Whoosh!

An Shelie’s figure suddenly disappeared.

His speed was so fast, it almost escaped the range of Su Heng’s Gravity Sense.

Before the Gravity Sense could react, An Shelie had already launched a punch towards the back of Su Heng’s head.

Su Heng, without turning his head, flipped his left hand to reveal a dagger, casually leaving a crimson arc of light in the air.

Shriek!

A sharp, grating noise.

In the nick of time, An Shelie tilted his head to dodge.

The dagger left a fierce scratch on the Dragon King’s black chest armor, and a few strands of his hanging hair were cut off and floated away.

"It seems An Ran was right," the two regained their distance, Su Heng chuckled, "This dagger indeed has a special effect on you, and you seem to be not at your peak right now."

"If I am not mistaken, you need to absorb those Dragon Guards outside to fully activate the power of the Dragon Blood."

Su Heng shook his head.

The Dragon Guards, capable of combating Heavenly Deceit warriors, would be costly for An Shelie, with Dragon Blood, to create. They served not only to guard the tomb from disturbance but also as An Shelie’s insurance for resurrection.

Regrettably, this layer of insurance was forcibly breached by Su Heng.

An Shelie did not reply, his expression grim. His authoritative eyes were sizing up Su Heng, calculating the possibilities of defeating him.

This was not an easy task, although Su Heng’s realm was not high, the threat he brought was no less than any opponent An Shelie had previously faced.

As An Shelie found himself in a dilemma, Su Heng’s calm voice slowly spread.

"How about we make a deal?" Su Heng’s lips curled into an excited smile, "I’ll give you a fair chance to challenge me. In exchange, if you lose, I want your full Dragon Blood."

"Fair, what does that mean?"

An Shelie’s eyes flashed fiercely, sneering, "You think you hold the winning cards, are you provoking me?"

"No, it’s literally as it seems. It’s been a long time since I’ve encountered an opponent worth getting excited about. You have that potential. It would be a waste to simply slaughter you. Moreover, with the Dragon Blood in your possession, since you can create Dragon Guards, you likely know how to damage the Dragon Blood. I wouldn’t want such a waste of heaven’s gifts to occur."

"You mean..." An Shelie squinted, somewhat puzzled by Su Heng’s intentions.

Crack!

As he stared in astonishment, Su Heng lifted his hand.

The dagger inscribed with the Soul Nailing Spell was crushed by his five fingers, instantly exploding into fragments.

Su Heng slapped downwards with his other hand—Puff, puff, puff!

These shards buried into the ground, completely disappearing from sight.

"This is my sincerity," Su Heng’s smile slowly spread to his ears, his facial expression growing increasingly twisted and maniacal, "I’ll give you time to recover to your peak. Then, I’ll defeat you without holding back and take everything you have."

"This is my era, and you, are the challenger!"