Martial Arts Genius with Proficiency System Chapter 940 - 416: Long Wang vs. Shi Kuang—A Perfect Pot of Dragon-Tiger Stew!!_3

The red-robed leader peered across multiple layers of space, spotting those two fearsome beasts.

"All of them crave to claim the final harvest, yet in this realm, solely we possess the privilege to stand victorious at the end. As rulers of space, everything shall fall into our grasp."

Utter confidence brimmed in the Red Robe’s voice,

while he stared at Long Wang and Shi Kuang, viewing them like beasts ensnared in a trap.

.....

Crack!!

Rumble!!!

"Dragon Annihilation Void!!"

Long Wang bellowed at the heavens, releasing a pitch-black ray of destruction that erased all it encountered into oblivion.

At the same time, Shi Kuang didn’t dodge at all, his golden mane fluttering wildly in the gale.

"Lion Devour!!"

The lion’s jaws parted wide the instant after, as if harboring black holes within, unleashing boundless suction that devoured the destructive light entirely.

"Not bad, you’ve gotten somewhat tougher this round, but only slightly!"

As Long Wang’s words concluded, a massive silhouette had materialized behind Shi Kuang, morphing into humanoid shape, with fists blazing savagely like coiling twin dragons.

"Is that so? Then show me how much longer you can hold out??"

Shi Kuang swiftly shifted to a lion-headed human form, clashing directly against Long Wang’s charge in fierce battle.

Each fist thrown, each leg swung shook the void; every collision, every blow thundered the firmament.

"Hahaha!! Long Wang, sense it? They’re all spectating us!!"

Shi Kuang roared with booming laughter.

"Mere feeble insects—plots, tricks, strategies amount to nothing but desperate flailing from the powerless. Before overwhelming might, it’s all laughable nonsense!"

Long Wang declared with scorn, and as a Holy Dragon Race member who stood invincible, he truly deserved to utter such boasts.

"You’ve always been insufferably cocky and repulsive, yet this once, I concur."

"Still, it grates to be eyed as hunting targets. Why not wipe them out first, before we..."

Shi Kuang proposed, halting his strikes momentarily.

Long Wang felt a flicker of interest upon hearing this, knowing full well those clans plotted to attack once the pair wore down.

Though Long Wang brimmed with total faith in his prowess, the notion of being hunted irked him deeply.

In that instant, mutual accord sparked between them.

Yet prior to any move...

Buzz!!

A soft gust drifted past.

Boom!!

Suddenly, a deafening blast erupted; Long Wang’s eyes sharpened in shock, discovering Shi Kuang—who moments ago faced him—gone, replaced by an endless crater below.

Next, a soft tone murmured near his ear, demonic in its allure.

"What delicacy might the Holy Dragon Race and Golden Lion Clan provide?"

"Oh, wait—perhaps Dragon-Tiger Fight."

The voice rang out calmly, and right then, Long Wang endured an inconceivable savage power bursting forth, beyond his comprehension; a mere swat left him utterly defenseless.

Bam!!

He too plunged into the crater instantly, scales crumbling away, with just the Reverse Scale clinging tenuously.

"Such strength—this defies laws, eclipses personal Dao, ascending to graze the Great Dao itself."

"A Daoist Master lurks in this competition??"

Long Wang mused inwardly, glimpsing Shi Kuang nearby, bones fractured to pieces.

Straining, he raised his gaze, beholding a silhouette hovering dominantly mid-air.

That sight locked Long Wang’s face in stun, then overwhelming bitterness surged.

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