Lord Of Martial Arts

Every time the news of Archean creatures broke out, crowds of people would scour the land to go and find them. All of them wanted to feel the power of the Archean creatures.

They knew that capturing an Archean Beast would reap massive benefits for them.

This time, there seemed to be an Archean creature in the Tussle Region. If the news spread to the outside regions, their strong warriors were sure to rush over. Even Lord Starry Sword himself would probably make an appearance.

Naturally, the news had to be contained in order to prevent chaos. Only the most powerful people in the Tussle Region would know about it.

"It's about time."

Akbar observed the top of the mountain for several hours and found that the cracks on the ball were increasing. He was ready for battle.

"Why not wait?" Darren responded.

"There's no time to fret. If we get there too late, we won't stand a chance." Akbar was visibly anxious.

"Wait, didn't you say that the strength of those people are pretty much the same? Just let them all scramble for it, then. It won't take too much time for them to realize they can't capture it. What if it's stronger than a superior god? It would be too dangerous to act rashly.

Let them try and kill each other off first. The chances of obtaining it will be higher after that," advised Darren.

"Ha-ha." Akbar shook his head and with a soft chuckle, he said, "Darren, you are indeed a youngster. Don't try to pull any tricks here. You're going to make me look bad. All of those people in that crowd have lived for millions of years. Do you really think they'd just let you dupe them?

If I don't go over there and play fairly, even if they do injure each other, they'll gang up on me the moment I get in. That would be the proper punishment for a nasty opportunist."

Hearing this, Darren was stunned for a moment, and gave a bitter smile.

"I guess I'm overthinking this. You're right; it's useless to play tricks on the really strong warriors. I must look really stupid right now," said Darren.

"It's good that you understand. I'll be on my way now."

Akbar then soared into the air.

"Be careful! You'd better escape quickly if you don't manage to get it!" Darren shouted f

ly to blow up at any moment.

The man, known as the Tussle Fighting God, announced indifferently, keeping his gaze straight ahead, "Akbar, you don't seem to be at our level. It would be better that you not get involved in what's going on here."

"Are you asking out of concern? Or are you just looking down on me?" Akbar spat back, his voice was filled with the power of nature.

"What do you think?" A trace of contempt flashed through the Tussle Fighting God's eyes. Of course he meant the latter.

The corners of Akbar's mouth twitched in annoyance. He said nothing in reply and stood calmly with his eyes closed, as if he were merely resting.

The man named Trevor Fang, looked at the Tussle Fighting God and said, "Little guy, you're much too arrogant."

"Oh, you're right about that. I've been arrogant for a million years, and I've always been so. You seem to have me all figured out, bastard," the Tussle Fighting God spat back.

"Don't you know that arrogant people all die early? Pretty sure you'll be dead soon," retorted Trevor Fang.

"Let's just wait and see." The Tussle Fighting God closed his eyes and stood there without another word.

The rest of them remained motionless and didn't make any noises, as if they were all corpses.

Crack!

Two hours later, an extremely subtle and light sound rang out, but to them, who'd been waiting for a long time in silence, it sounded like a raging thunder in their ears.

The shell started to fall apart.