Feng picked up the sword of Beelzebub, gazing at it as if it was an apiece of junk. The Chameleon ate his entire stick of blood-drenched celery. He turned around heading back into the thick vegetation filled with animals and vegetables. " Use it wisely. " The Chameleon began snickering, walking into thr thick vegetation, disappearing. Feng wiped the blood from his nostrils, picking the sword out of the mud washing it in the waterfall. He rested the word in its sheath, jumping back onto dry hard land. He didn't have a lot of time. The 10,000 Pound Finger Exploding Heart Technique was powerful enough to kill a dragon that could burn down many civilizations. There were no techniques that could prevent Feng's heart from exploding. Feng breathed heavily, resting his sword by his calf. He continued to vomit up blood. " F.u.c.k.i.n.g Irwin!!" " The next time I see you you're dead!" The Chameleon who sat on a huge carrot saw Feng and heard him screaming. The Chameleon started laughing. He held a piece of bloody meat in his hand. " The time will come and the sword will engulf your soul." When that time comes your soul will belong to me." The Chameleon devoured the blood meat turning into smoke.