In the Western Continent, there are many forbidden zones rarely visited by humans: the Boneyard of Mulong, the uninhabited area of the Monges Southern Wetland, the perilous mountains on either side of the Beima Giant Wall, and the Winter Palace Snowfield of Pedan...

These places are inhabited by many dangerous magic beasts, some terrifying creatures are as formidable as Dragons, and people have never explored these areas thoroughly. Occasionally, magic beasts roam into human settlements.

It is for this reason that adventurers find employment, to clear out the wandering magic beasts, and delve into forbidden zones to procure items for various high-level institutions and the sorcerers of the Tower Alliance,

Clement is not a legendary shapeshifter; he is a genuine Aran person.

He was adopted as a child by a sorcerer who defected from the Tower Alliance and taught him a type of magic. Strictly speaking, it belongs to the realm of Undead Summoning, but the targets are magic beasts.

It's like the construction of Demon Pattern Armor, the Magic Core provides strength to the user and the armor through special circuits.

This magic also uses magic beasts as materials for human transmutation.

The Continent Martial Arts Competition goes on year after year. Over time, it can be considered a professional competition where one's moves must not be easily discerned by opponents, and trump cards are held until the very end.

Clement's martial art was already very strong, and now he is like a monster. The phantom shadow of purple and black magic beasts erupts around him, entwining his body like an evil spirit.

Using powers originally belonging to magic beasts, the ferocious beast claw phantom on his right hand flickers with twisting electric light, which is an extremely rare demon known as a Magnetic Beast, found only deep within forbidden zones.

The strange electric light seems to sieve and pull at things, moving in a bizarre grasping motion.

Xiao Long did not react in time. That electric light suddenly drew his sword, leaving him no time to respond. Suddenly, a tremendous force tugged at it, terrifying in its power, like the mechanical crane arm of magic energy industry, his five fingers gripped tightly to hold on, his legs rooted firmly, maintaining his stance, preventing a stumble.

In a battle between masters, a single misstep leads to further missteps. A momentary lapse can be fatal, with just a slight hesitation.

Crack!

A sword flew in with unmatched speed; it could be considered a sneak attack. The sword Clement dropped earlier was drawn by the electric light, and with the force of repulsion, it shot out, cutting off a lock of Xiao Long's hair. In the sword wind cutting through the air, a thin bloody line burst on Xiao Long's face, oozing a bit of red blood.

Clement does not adhere to martial propriety.

"Had this not been on the battlefield, I would have succeeded just now. In a situation of life and death, had I slightly altered the angle earlier, you'd already be a dead man. Consider that a return gift; now the real fight begins."

Clement, known as the Abyss Exile, possesses strange abilities that cannot be called human, along with those fierce magic beast phantoms, he is completely like a devil.

"I understand."

Xiao Long coolly wiped away the blood from his face with his thumb, determined not to make the same mistake twice, holding his sword tightly.

No sooner said than done, Clement instantly closed in on Xiao Long, but he held no weapon, using violence and bare-handed combat, bursting forth with bizarre magic beast phantoms.

The savage claw strike cut gold and broke iron, descending in a torrent like a violent whirlwind.

Xiao Long's speed was equally astonishing; without the information disparity, he reversed from thinking in terms of fighting people. The most important thing was really focusing, no longer playing around, but truly fighting.

Claw strikes, high kicks, joint techniques, frenzied rapid strikes; Clement's every hit brought out a magic beast phantom, and Xiao Long blocked repeatedly, the sword in his hand clanging.

Clement's waist twisted violently, his left leg sweeping like a steel whip, sparking as it went. Xiao Long braced his sword to meet it, and Clement vaulted into the air with the force of his spin, his right leg pressing down with the curve like a full moon, his heel crashing down with a tremendous force onto Xiao Long's crown.

With unmatched quick reflexes, Xiao Long instantly sidestepped, moving like an illusion. As this strike missed, he elegantly spun mid-air, both hands with fingers hooked into eagle claws, tearing across with the explosive phantom of magic beast claws, crushing and rending, the air chaotic, debris flying in the wind.

Xiao Long darted back swiftly.

However, Clement's fighting skills were not crafted for a human body's structure. In the instant his attack missed and he turned, a tail several meters long, the lash of a magic beast's phantom tail, whipped around like a bone-breaking steel lash.

With a crash like splitting thunder, the ground of the training field cracked, Xiao Long blocking it, yet his body was skidded sideways over ten meters, his legs sinking into the ground, dragging a long trench.

But it was far from over; the erupting electric light spread, these flashes themselves lacking killing power, only affecting iron to attract or repel.

All the weapons on the training field's weapon racks buzzed into motion, drawn by the electric lights; with no rules restraining battle once started, there was no rule against taking weapons.

Hundreds of weapons converged from both sides of the training ground, shooting explosively towards Xiao Long.

The dazzling blade lights, joined sword shadows, flying edges, amid the electric lights, a continuous fierce whistling.

And Xiao Long moved with unparalleled speed, to the naked eye seeming not to move at all, his Unstoppable Sword alternating defense east and west, the sword wind swirling upward and outward.

Finally, the sword's sweep brought down an avalanche like a heavenly light across the mountain.

Bam!

Completely shattered!

All the weapons hung suspended in mid-air as if devoid of strength, finally dropping to the ground with a clattering symphony.

The female host's broadcasting skills were somewhat inadequate, unable to comprehend it, and needed supplementary assistance from an expert group. The male broadcasting tone was so intense it seemed like sparks would fly from his mouth.

"Isn't this just like a battle of immortals!"

Galen truly couldn't comprehend what kind of life the Magic Beasts of the Western Continent were living.

On the other side.

Liszt and others listened to the radio transmission of the martial arts event.

"What do they mean all weapons are flying in the sky?"

Rein was utterly baffled.

"Where did this combat come from? Is this still the Western Continent?"

Liszt was shocked, Saleret was in deep trouble!

At the arena site.

Within the restricted zone, there was something called the Demon King, the lord of the region, the apex of the food chain, unreasonable, pure power, filling every limb and bone with unparalleled strength.

Such a creature was also lurking inside Clement.

The Magic Beast's phantom entwined around his legs, with muscles so robust it resembled something ancient, in a sprinter's ultimate posture, yet his hands were clawed back and forth in a way no human could mimic for a super dive-start posture.

At a sudden movement, his form burst forth like a meteor, rear-foot spraying fragments of rock like barbed projections, moving so fast that those fragments hadn't even had time to escape.

This was not ground-skimming flight but rather a bullet being shot.

Bam!

A meteor exploded, no one saw exactly how Xiaolong was struck, already sent flying like a ragdoll into the air, completely on the defensive.

No one knew how much Magic Beast power Clement had within, truly as if the Gate of Abyss had opened, unleashing countless demons.

From his elbows, bat-wing-like projections expanded, leaping into the air at incredible speed, skimming through the sky. Though merely the lingering power of the beasts, differing body structure barred true flight, yet he could accomplish aerial maneuvers beyond human capacity, even hovering like a hummingbird briefly.

Bam bam bam…

In a frenzied series of aerial attacks, Magic Beast claws, rapid strikes, fighting skills, spinning kicks, tail sweeps, these phantoms seemed weightless but each impact shattered air, tearing wind and shadows like a crushing weight, hitting meant death, touching meant crippling.

Even the legendary Divine Sword Xiaolong looked like a sandbag, continuously struck mid-air, relying solely on an Iron Sword to barely parry.

No longer was there any semblance of tranquility and ease.

"Oh my god..."

Kai Deng, in the special contestants' section, bit his fingernails, thinking what the hell am I going to do now, this battle is off the charts.

As a thief, Kai Deng had also been heavily cut down, nearly rendered ineffective, without the array of peculiar thief tools, the Netherworld Envoy's strength was also extremely limited, let alone facing a head-on bloody battle.

Her gaze turned to the Aran Second Prince, Phoenix, whom she had met earlier in the day, with the instructor, Wesker, leading Ben to stand beside Phoenix.

Ben directly knelt on one knee, hands resting on the ground, head hung extremely low.

Kai Deng was nearly exploding! Look at your pathetic state!

In the spectators' seats, those present frequented upper-class venues, not risking their lives, never had they witnessed such a spectacle, the uproar was deafening, noise echoing endlessly.

Meanwhile, in the arena.

Clement hadn't anticipated Xiaolong could fend off attacks with just a broken sword.

Hurry up and end this battle. After years in prison, this high-energy state couldn't be maintained much longer.

"Die!"

The Magnetic Beast's electric light flowed, compressing all the court alchemical standard weapons together like compacted trash.

An enormous Thorny Greatsword, seven or eight meters long, flashed with electric light.

The Demon King's explosive power concentrated in both hands, even if only a phantom, those terrifying muscles were like ancient relics, wielding the Thorny Greatsword with might, delivering a mighty slash!

Truly like a demon exiled from the abyss, its power bore down like the sky collapsing.

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.