Black sail

Chapter 667 XLVII. Exile from the Abyss
The Western Continent has many forbidden zones rarely visited by humans: the Burial Grounds of Muron, the uninhabited areas of the Southern Wetlands of Menges, the treacherous mountains on both sides of the Bema Wall, the Winter Palace Snowfield of Pedan...

These places are inhabited by many dangerous magical beasts, and some of the most terrifying creatures are no less than dragons. People have never explored these areas, and magical beasts occasionally sneak into human settlements.

This is why adventurers have a job opportunity: to eliminate wandering monsters and to supply warlocks in forbidden areas to various universities and the Tower Alliance.

Clement was not a shapeshifter as legend had it; he was a genuine Aramean.

He was adopted by a warlock who defected from the High Tower Alliance when he was a child, and the warlock taught him a method that, strictly speaking, falls under the category of necromancy, but the target is monsters.

Similar to the construction of the magic-patterned armor, the magic core provides power to the user and the armor through a special circuit.

This method also uses magical beasts as materials for human transmutation.

The martial arts tournaments on the mainland have been held one after another, and over time they have become professional competitions. You can't let your opponents figure out your moves, and you have to hold onto your trump cards until the very end.

Clement's martial arts skills were already extremely strong, but now he was like a monster. The purplish-black magical beast phantoms around his body surged, wrapping around him like evil spirits possessing him.

Using the power originally belonging to the magical beast, the ferocious claws that emerged from his right hand were crackling with constantly flashing and distorted lightning. It was an extremely rare monster known as the Magnet Beast, which could only appear deep within the forbidden zone.

The strange electric light seemed to be searching for and pulling at things, moving around in a bizarre grasping manner.

Before Xiaolong could react, the lightning bolt instantly drew onto the sword in his hand. He had no time to react and was suddenly pulled by a tremendous force. The force was terrifying, like the mechanical crane arm produced by the Magic Energy Industry. He quickly gripped it firmly with his five fingers and stood very stable as if his legs were rooted to the ground, so that he did not stagger.

In a battle between masters, one wrong step can lead to another, and a moment's hesitation can be fatal.

click!
The sword flew in with unparalleled speed, almost like a sneak attack. The sword that Clement had dropped on the ground was pulled by the lightning and was instantly launched out by the repulsive force, shaving off a lock of Xiaolong's hair. However, under the piercing wind of the sword, a thin line of blood also burst open on Xiaolong's face, and a little bit of red fluid oozed out.

Clement, though lacking in martial virtue.

"If we weren't on the field, I would have already succeeded. In a life-or-death situation, if I had just slightly changed my angle, you would already be dead. Consider this a return gift; now the real battle begins."

Clement is known as the Abyss Exile because of his strange abilities that are far beyond what one would call human, coupled with those ferocious monster afterimages, making him a complete devil.

"I understand."

Xiaolong calmly wiped the blood from his face with his thumb, determined not to make the same mistake twice, and gripped his sword tightly.

In the blink of an eye, Clement closed in on the dragon, but he had no weapons and was fighting with his bare hands, unleashing bizarre and fantastical afterimages of monsters.

The ferocious claw attacks cleaved through metal and gold, raining down like a sudden storm.

The JF-17's speed was also incredibly fast. Without the information gap, it reversed its mindset from fighting against humans. But most importantly, it truly focused its attention. This was no longer a game; it was a real battle.

Claw attacks, high kicks, joint locks, and a frenzied barrage of rapid strikes—Clement's every blow left behind afterimages of monsters. The owl dragon blocked them repeatedly, its sword clanging loudly.

Clement suddenly twisted his waist, his left leg sweeping like a steel whip, sparking sparks. Xiaolong blocked with his sword, and he used the force of the rotation to leap into the air. His right leg bent down in an arc like a full moon, and his heel slammed into Xiaolong's head with a force of a thousand pounds.

With unparalleled speed, Xiaolong instantly sidestepped, moving like a phantom. As his attack missed, he used the momentum to perform an elegant spin in the air, his ten fingers forming eagle claws. He swept across with explosive afterimages of demonic claws, destroying everything in his path. The force of the attack caused a gust of wind to explode, and the airflow became chaotic, sending sand and stones flying in an instant.

The JF-17 Dragon dodged and flew away.

Clement's fighting style was not designed for the human body. The moment his attack missed and he turned around, a tail several meters long swept over him like a steel whip scraping his bones.

With a deafening roar like thunder shattering the earth, the ground of the training ground cracked. Xiaolong blocked the impact, but its body shifted sideways for more than ten meters, its legs sinking into the ground and leaving a long trench.

But that's far from enough. The burst of electric light spreads out. These lightning bolts themselves are not lethal; they can only attract or repel metal objects.

All the weapons on the weapon racks in the training ground suddenly hummed and moved, all drawn by electric light. There were no rules restricting people from taking weapons once the battle began.

Hundreds of weapons attacked from both sides of the training ground, bursting towards the JF-17 in an instant.

Brilliant blade light, perfectly aligned sword shadows, sharp edges flying everywhere, a continuous, sharp whistling sound amidst the intertwining of lightning.

The Xiaolong moved with extreme speed; to the naked eye, it appeared as if it were simply standing still, its swords blocking and deflecting attacks from all directions, creating a swirling, turbulent wind.

Finally, with a sweeping motion, the sword descended like a stream of light from the heavens or a mountain range.

boom!
It broke completely open!

All the weapons seemed to lose their power and hovered in mid-air before finally falling to the ground with a series of loud clanging sounds.

The female anchor's broadcasting skills were lacking; she couldn't understand it at all and needed the assistance of a team of experts, who, despite their male broadcasting style, were practically spitting fire. "This is like gods fighting!"

Garen really had no idea what kind of life the monsters of the Western Continent lived.

And the other side.

Li Si Te and the others listened to the radio broadcast of the martial arts competition.

What do you mean by "all weapons flying in the sky"?

Renn was completely bewildered.

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

Lisite was shocked; Salert was in deep trouble!

The arena scene.

Within the forbidden zone exists something called the Beast King, the lord of the area, the apex predator of the food chain, who acts without regard for reason, possessing only pure power that fills every limb and bone, making him incomparably strong.

There was also a monster like that hidden inside Clement's body.

The phantom of the demonic beast wrapped around his legs had muscles as thick as those of an ancient creature, and he was in an extreme starting position like an athlete, but his hands were claws clenched back and forth, a super diving start posture that was completely impossible for a human to achieve.

He moved suddenly, and like a meteorite exploding, barbed rock fragments flew out from behind his feet, so fast that the fragments didn't even have time to break free.

Those weren't flying close to the ground; the bullets just flew past.

boom!
The meteor exploded, and before anyone could see how the owl was hit, it had already been flung into the air by a claw, completely on the defensive.

It's unknown how much demonic power Clement possesses; it's as if he's opened the gates of the abyss, unleashing countless evil spirits.

Bat-wing-like afterimages sprouted from his elbows, and he leaped into the air at incredible speed. It was only the residual power of a magical beast, and due to its different body structure, it could not fly in the air. However, it could still perform actions that humans could not, change its trajectory at will in the air, and even hover briefly like a hummingbird.

bang bang bang...

The seemingly frenzied aerial combo—monster claws, flying attacks, fighting techniques, spinning kicks, tail sweeps—these afterimages appeared powerless, but in reality, each strike shattered the air, tearing through the wind and shadows, like a thousand-pound weight crashing down; a single hit meant certain death, a mere touch meant certain death.

Even the legendary Divine Sword Dragon was like a sandbag, constantly being attacked in the air, barely able to defend itself with just an iron sword.

The carefree demeanor was gone.

"I'm sorry..."

Kaden, sitting in the contestant's special seat, was biting his fingernails. "What am I supposed to do? I'm jumping now, bro."

As a thief, Kaden was also severely nerfed, almost rendered useless. Without the various clever gadgets of a thief, the power that the Underworld Envoy could exert was quite limited, let alone in a head-on bloody battle.

Her gaze then fell upon Phoenix, the second prince of Aran, and Wesker, the coach she had met during the day, who led Ben to Phoenix's side.

He knelt down on one knee, supporting himself with his hands on the ground, his head bowed low.

The Kaden people are about to explode! Look at your despicable behavior!
The people in the audience were all from high-end venues; unless they were risking their lives, they had never seen anything like this before. The noise was deafening and the din lasted for a long time.

And in the arena.

Clement hadn't expected that the JF-17 could withstand this attack with just a broken sword.

Let's end this fight quickly. I've been locked up in jail for too long, and I can't maintain this physically demanding state any longer.

"die!"

The magnetic beast's electric currents twisted and bent all the standard weapons forged by court alchemy together like compressed garbage.

The greatsword, a thorny blade seven or eight meters long, flashed with lightning.

The Beast King channeled his explosive power into his hands, making even the terrifying muscles of the phantoms seem like ancient artifacts. He picked up the Thorn Greatsword and slashed with all his might!
Like a demon exiled from the abyss, his power pressed down like the sky collapsing.

(End of this chapter)