Elven cultivators

From the moment he stepped onto the battlefield, Anton spread his divine sense, covering the entire battlefield within a radius of one thousand meters.

Therefore, he noticed Moloch's movement immediately and turned to look.

Molok was more robust than the average dragon-lizardman, with bulging muscles and undisguised killing intent in his murky vertical pupils.

It held a double-edged battle axe in its hand, the blade of which was engraved with blood-red patterns and faintly glowed, clearly a magical item.

"Gold Rank".

Anton immediately assessed the opponent's strength, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

He had already tested the power of his martial arts techniques to a great extent, and he was just looking for a sturdy target to test his spells. As a result, an opponent offered himself up, saving him a lot of trouble.

Morlock arrived in an instant, and without saying a word, he swung his axe down, the sharp whistling of the blade tearing through the air piercing people's eardrums.

Anton neither dodged nor avoided, but simply raised his hand and made a grasping motion. A layer of ethereal light, as solid as a substance, rose from under his skin and condensed into a semi-transparent, illusory armor on his body.

Iron Armor Curse!

clang!

The resounding clang of metal clashing exploded, and Morlock's battle axe was firmly held in mid-air, unable to advance an inch.

Morlock's pupils contracted sharply, a hint of horror flashing in his yellow vertical pupils.

His battle axe was a low-level magical item, and combined with his gold-tier power, he could easily cleave through fine steel with a single blow. Yet this elf caught it with his bare hands.

This was completely different from any elf he had encountered before.

When did elves start producing guys who take the physical, aggressive route?

Startled and suspicious, Morlock quickly withdrew and retreated, his yellow vertical pupils fixed on Anton, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes.

Only then did he realize that the elf before him was far more troublesome than he had imagined.

"You're very strong," Moloch said in a deep voice. "State your name."

Anton curled his lip, too lazy to play any battlefield rituals with this guy. With a slight thought, a gentle breeze suddenly appeared, lifting his body and making him float in mid-air.

Wind Control Technique!

Following closely behind, Anton's figure blurred as he darted forward like a streak of light.

Seeing that Anton ignored him, Morlock's face instantly turned extremely gloomy, and his eyes suddenly became filled with murderous intent.

"I thought I was arrogant enough, but I never expected to meet someone even more arrogant than me."

Molok's scales stood up slightly, and a fierce aura rose from his body.

"I hope you'll still be looking like this when I chop off your limbs!"

The moment he finished speaking, he gripped the axe with both hands and swung it forward with a sudden motion.

Roar!

The blood-red patterns on the axe blade suddenly blazed brightly, and a phantom of a dragon's head, formed from magic, broke free from the axe, its massive jaws, with their interlocking fangs, lunging to devour Anton.

The phantom carried a faint aura of power, and the air in its path became thick and stagnant.

Anton remained calm, his five fingers hooked into claws, and he made a grasping motion in the air.

In an instant, five wisps of mist in white, blue, black, red, and yellow suddenly appeared from the void, intertwining and entwining together to meet the giant phantom head.

Five Qi Suppressing the Origin!

Based on the Primordial Returning to the Source Technique, An Dong can freely evolve the Five Elements True Essence and can cultivate almost all kinds of techniques.

This includes top-tier techniques such as the Five Elements Suppressing Origin Technique.

This technique is based on the five elements and can deplete the vital energy of all things and disintegrate all energy attacks.

The moment the five-colored gas balls collided with the illusory image, they seemed to overcome the hard with the soft, rushing to wrap around the illusory image, and then with a swirl, instantly obliterating the illusory image completely!

Morlock's expression changed drastically as he stared at the scene in disbelief.

His trump card, "Dragon's Devour," is no less powerful than a fifth-circle spell, yet it was neutralized so easily?

However, Anton's offensive had only just begun.

He looked down at Moloch, his palm seemingly pressing down.

A beam of azure light shot out from his palm, transforming into a sharp pillar of light that crashed down on Morlock with a bone-chilling cold.

Ice Soul Mystic Light!

Morlock hastily raised his axe to block, and with a deafening roar, the entire battle axe was covered in frost at a visible speed, with ice spreading wildly along the axe handle.

It felt a chill, like a venomous snake, creep into its arm, freezing its blood vessels and blocking its magic, instantly numbing its entire right arm.

"Damn it!"

Morlock frantically channeled his inner magic to dispel the chill while simultaneously retreating swiftly.

Anton gave him no chance to breathe, and with a series of waving hands, beams of icy light crashed down, forcing Morlock into a sorry state, struggling to defend himself.

The elves and lizardmen around them were stunned.

That was a Gold-rank dragon lizardman, one of the strongest warriors of the Molten Thorn tribe, yet he was being overwhelmed by a young elf.

Elena was utterly astonished, her mind reeling with shock.

"Gold Rank... Anton actually broke through to the Gold Rank..."

The golden age of minors!

Throughout the history of the Silvermoon Clan, there has never been a case of someone being promoted to Gold before reaching adulthood.

The situation before her eyes completely shattered her understanding.

Eleanor was equally stunned, her emerald green eyes filled with disbelief.

She knew that with Anton's talent, advancing to the Gold rank was only a matter of time, but she didn't expect that day to come so soon.

Within the Silvermoon Clan, she was considered a genius, though she was currently only at the lower Silver rank. Meanwhile, Anton was already a Gold-rank expert. It was only because she had long since given up on comparing herself to Anton that she was so inferior that she would probably want to dig a hole in the ground and disappear.

"Anton's strength has improved so quickly."

Even the most oblivious Roman was astonished, his eyes widening in surprise.

But she quickly came to her senses, her face lighting up with excitement as she brandished her frost-patterned axe and shouted her approval.

"Anton, kill him!"

Morlock grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed.

His pride and joy were useless against Anton.

His combat skills were easily neutralized by his opponent.

His defenses were as fragile as paper under the opponent's attacks.

This wasn't a battle at all; it was a one-sided crushing defeat.

Morlock's confidence had vanished, replaced by fear, and a sense of retreat welled up within him.

"Trying to run away?"

Anton saw through Morlock's thoughts, smiled wryly, raised his right hand, and suddenly a dazzling lightning bolt leaped between his five fingers, purple and white intertwined, with faint sounds of dragon roars and tiger howls.

Seeing the lightning in Anton's palm, Morlock felt a chill run down his spine, and the beastly instincts deep within his bloodline were frantically warning him.

Without hesitation, he retreated frantically, trying to create distance.

But it was too late.

As Anton pushed his right palm forward, the lightning bolt instantly flew out of his hand.

At first it was just a thin line, but in the next instant it transformed into a seven- or eight-meter-long thunder python, which struck Moloch in the blink of an eye and pierced through his chest.

Boom!

A deafening thunderclap erupted, accompanied by a blinding flash of light.

The dragon-lizard man trembled violently, and just as terror and despair appeared on his face, lightning exploded from the inside out, tearing his powerful golden-tier body into charred fragments. Before the flesh and blood could even hit the ground, they had already turned to ashes in the lightning and fire.

Only the battle axe remained, falling to the ground with a clatter, the blood patterns on its blade fading like dying embers.

Anton withdrew his hand and placed it behind his back. The lightning subsided, leaving only a wisp of green smoke.

Looking at the ashes on the ground, he nodded to himself.

"As expected of the thunder magic, which is known for its formidable power, it is indeed powerful."

Meanwhile, the fighting around them stopped at some point.

Both the elves and the lizardmen stared blankly at his figure, unable to recover for a long time.

Since the start of the battle, there has never been a death in the Gold Rank.

But today, this tradition has been broken.

A gold-tier dragon lizardman was killed cleanly and decisively right before their eyes!

The person who made the move was none other than Anton, whom they had never anticipated.

For a moment, an eerie silence enveloped the entire battlefield.