One Last Shot for You

"Mount-Moving Axe!"

Shattering a mountain with a single axe strike—that’s what it meant to move a mountain.

The Beast Lord’s axe descended like the cleaving of heaven and earth, brimming with overwhelming power.

Where the axe passed, space itself was torn asunder, as if the entire world were being split in two.

Su Luo sneered.

"You move mountains? Then I’ll fill the seas."

A sword strike in retaliation!

This slash carried unparalleled momentum and force, churning the surrounding air into a violent vortex.

When sword met axe, a deafening explosion erupted, shaking the very fabric of space.

Light flared, energy surged, and the entire battlefield trembled.

In the end, the Beast Lord was forced back.

Su Luo still held the upper hand in raw power, though his hand trembled slightly.

The difference between human and beastly physique was undeniable.

The Beast Lord had no choice but to acknowledge Su Luo. "For a human to possess such strength—you can’t possibly be unknown. Who are you?"

"Does it matter? You’ll try to kill me regardless."

"True. But you’re worth remembering by name."

"No need to know me. Know my sword instead."

Su Luo leveled his blade before him, cloaking it in a dazzling radiance.

Not for show—but to amplify its lethality.

"Today, I’ll beat your name out of you." The Beast Lord wasn’t one to relent when curiosity struck.

Their weapons clashed once more.

Axe and sword danced.

The Beast Lord fought with brute force, relying on sheer might to create miracles—yet his strikes were precise, leaving few openings.

Su Luo blended strength with finesse, sometimes matching the Beast Lord blow-for-blow, other times deflecting and countering with peerless skill.

The Beast Lord grew frustrated. Wielding his weapon only minimized his injuries—it granted him no advantage.

This human’s overall strength surpassed his own.

He had to admit it.

But the battle wasn’t over. For all he knew, Su Luo’s calm facade hid exhaustion.

The Beast Lord refused to believe Su Luo’s stamina could rival his.

Even if he took more damage now, a single solid hit would even the odds.

He knew exactly how devastating his axe could be.

One strike. Just one was all he needed.

His aggression intensified, his power swelling rather than waning.

"Your desperation is showing. That eager to land a hit?"

"Hmph. Are you so afraid that one strike would finish you?"

"Wishful thinking. I just prefer not to look disheveled. So no—you won’t get the chance."

"Ridiculous. Opportunities are seized by the strong."

The Beast Lord redoubled his efforts. To no avail.

"Close. Almost got me."

"Need lessons on how to land a hit?"

"If you can’t manage something this simple, maybe you should retreat and train some more."

Su Luo even had time to taunt.

What else could he do? Kill the Beast Lord?

No—pretending to be a beast was too risky, especially without the bloodline of a Divine Beast.

The Beast Lord disengaged.

"Giving up already?"

"No. I’ll make your death excruciating. ROAR!"

The Beast Lord howled at the sky. His muscles bulged, veins throbbing as his body swelled like an inflating balloon, doubling in size within moments.

With his transformation, his aura surged, an oppressive weight pressing down on the battlefield.

Mystical tattoos emerged across his flesh, pulsing with an eerie black glow, as though infused with arcane power.

The Beast Lord exhaled slowly, his eyes burning crimson. "Divine Beast Bloodline!"

At last, monstrous energy erupted.

Su Luo faced the overwhelming pressure with a faint smile.

No transformation for him.

But while the Beast Lord had his Divine Beast Bloodline—Su Luo had his own advantages.

No reason to fear.

Still, he guessed the fight wouldn’t last much longer. It was time to end it.

The Beast Lord scowled. Even his Divine Beast form failed to unsettle Su Luo.

His opponent must have a trump card too.

"Sorry for the wait. Let’s begin round two. Seems our battle will stretch on."

The Beast Lord relished his new form—unparalleled strength, a sensation beyond compare.

This human would fall.

He was certain of it.

Su Luo chuckled. "You realize, don’t you? While you’ve been fighting me, your Grand Priest and the others are in trouble."

"What?"

"You’ll receive their distress signal soon enough."

With the Beast Lord absent, Di Haoran and the humans were free to slaughter the beast horde.

Knowing the Grand Priest, he’d surely summon the Beast Lord for aid.

"Lies! Don’t underestimate our beast army—especially the Grand Priest. In the wildlands, his power is unmatched."

The Beast Lord refused to believe it. Even if trouble arose, the Grand Priest could handle it.

Then the plea for help arrived.

Silence.

"See? Told you."

"This is your humans’ scheme! What are you plotting?!" Rage simmered in the Beast Lord’s voice.

For mere humans to dare provoke the beast horde in their own territory—

"Don’t lump me in with them. We’re not allies."

The Beast Lord ignored him. "So this is your ‘lure the tiger from the mountain’ tactic? Pathetic."

Worry gnawed at him. If the humans had planned this, they’d come prepared. What were they after?

A grave oversight.

Su Luo sighed. "Seriously? I never expected you to show up."

The Beast Lord had come of his own accord—yet Su Luo was getting blamed?

Unfair.

After a tense pause, the Beast Lord growled, "As much as I’d love to kill you here, our fight could drag on. A shame."

"So you’re leaving?"

"Of course. I am their Beast Lord. I’ll crush your schemes."

"Not my schemes." Su Luo sheathed his sword, gathering energy.

"You won’t stop me?" The Beast Lord was baffled. Wasn’t Su Luo sent to delay him?

"Go ahead." Su Luo wouldn’t repeat himself.

"Wait here for me?" The Beast Lord’s request was naive—but sincere.

Once he resolved the crisis, he’d return to finish their duel.

Eliminating Su Luo sooner was preferable.

"You think I’d agree?" Su Luo had no intention of waiting.

"Fine. No matter. Sooner or later, I’ll find you—and kill you."

His next move was to invade human territory. Their paths would cross again.

The Beast Lord sped off toward the Grand Priest’s location.

Su Luo raised a hand, aiming at the distant figure, energy still coalescing.

"I’m not one to hold grudges… but you came looking for trouble."

"I won’t let that slide."

"One last gift for you."

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