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Chapter 125
Chapter 125: How About a Fight, Then? The Incredulous Gagaran
Gagaran’s departing footsteps came to a complete halt.
The air fell silent. The sound of his breathing grew noticeably heavier as his massive green figure slowly turned, his cold white eyes gazing over.
“You are deliberately trying to anger me, human alchemist.”
Gagaran opened his mouth, his deep, rough voice carrying an indescribable tone.
He didn't seem to show any emotional change.
But his labored breathing and the fact he had stopped to respond were clear indications that Gagaran's heart was anything but calm at this moment.
Tang Zheng's earlier words were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, jolting Gagaran awake.
Suddenly, Gagaran wondered if he had stayed in the Baharuth Empire for too long.
He had originally come here to train and become stronger, which was how he met Osco, the operator of the Imperial Arena, and joined him.
He had indeed learned many combat techniques and the martial arts of the human world, becoming much more powerful. But was there truly any point in staying here any longer?
It would just mean learning a few more martial arts.
A trace of confusion flickered in Gagaran’s eyes, but it vanished just as quickly. He looked at the thin, short Tang Zheng. “Don’t be so self-righteous.”
“I’ve seen too many humans like you who are good with their words.”
“Among them, your rhetoric isn't even that impressive. I’m not the kind of stupid ogre you take me for.”
“To think you could influence me with just a few words is to underestimate me, human alchemist!”
“Be careful, or I really will kill you!”
By the end, Gagaran’s voice was laced with a hint of killing intent, and his entire body trembled slightly.
A terrifying aura, like that of a ferocious beast, erupted from him, instantly making the entire atmosphere oppressive.
“Awoo.”
The Lesser Soulhound standing nearby instinctively shrank its neck and retreated a few steps, its eyes filled with fear as it looked at the massive figure.
“How disgraceful.” Tang Zheng glanced at the Lesser Soulhound and waved his hand, gesturing for it to retreat to a distance.
“How about a fight, then?”
Tang Zheng looked up at Gagaran again, a calm smile on his face. From the cuff of his loose priest robe, a magical short staff appeared in his palm.
A fight?
Gagaran was visibly stunned, as if he had just heard a ridiculous joke. “What kind of joke is this?”
“I’ve already wasted too much time, you ignorant alchemist.”
Among all the powerful adventurers in the Baharuth Empire, none were his match. Yet this human, famous only for his alchemy, actually dared to challenge him.
Gagaran suddenly felt a bit bored and turned around again, preparing to leave.
“The Abelion Hills.”
“You might have heard of this place. It’s a region where all sorts of demi-humans, and even heteromorphic races, exist.”
Tang Zheng’s voice remained unhurried. “However, you probably don’t know that it is home to the strongest of the demi-humans, known as the ‘Ten Elites.’”
“In human terms, each of them possesses strength that has reached the realm of heroes, or perhaps even greater.”
Boom!
Gagaran’s massive figure spun around again, his scorching gaze fixed on Tang Zheng. “What is that place!”
Tang Zheng didn’t speak, instead just shaking the magical short staff in his hand.
“I’ll leave you alive!”
Gagaran took a deep breath, his eyes instantly turning sharp.
Ohm—
The magical staff flashed, and an invisible wave quickly spread out.
Gagaran stood still, completely unconcerned, allowing Tang Zheng to make his preparations.
“This is a magical item that can eliminate sound within a certain range,” Tang Zheng explained after activating the short staff’s ability.
Looking at the “Silence” Short Staff, now completely devoid of magical power fluctuations, Tang Zheng felt no heartache.
All of its uses were depleted.
To use it again, he just needed to find a dedicated magic caster to recharge it with magic power.
Since it was a problem money could solve, Tang Zheng naturally wouldn't waste skill points learning this spell himself.
“Do you need any more preparations? You may continue.”
Gagaran said flatly.
“Then I won't hold back,” Tang Zheng said.
“Warrior King” Gagaran was, in fact, a rather proud individual. This was reflected in his pursuit of the warrior spirit and his policy of not killing opponents who laid down their weapons.
To gain the approval of someone with a personality like Gagaran’s, one had to display a certain level of strength.
For that reason, Tang Zheng didn't mind revealing some of his own power.
After hearing what he had said about the Abelion Hills, it was highly unlikely Gagaran would remain in the Empire.
The Abelion Hills was also one of the areas Tang Zheng was focusing on for his plans.
Swish! Swish!
A white light flashed in the air, and two Flame Archangels appeared simultaneously.
“So that’s it.”
“Is this the source of your confidence?”
A flicker of surprise was evident in Gagaran’s white pupils, followed by a cold sneer as if he had figured it all out.
“Now, let me show you just how wide the gap between us is.”
Flowing Water Acceleration!
Boom!
Gagaran stomped his feet, and his enormous body shot forward with a speed far exceeding his size, leaving a faint afterimage.
In an instant!
Gagaran was already in front of the two Flame Archangels. Before they could even attack, his giant hands grabbed each of their heads and smashed them together.
Boom!
A dull collision echoed through the air. The aftershock from the terrifying force even formed a shockwave that spread in all directions.
Crack! Crack!
A crisp cracking sound came from the two Flame Archangels’ heads. Their helmet-like armor shattered, and their entire bodies dissipated into sparks of light.
He had dealt with both Flame Archangels in a single blow.
Gagaran lowered his head, looking at the nearby Tang Zheng as if to say the fight was already over.
“Pride is one of the original sins.”
Facing the encroaching shadow, Tang Zheng spoke softly. He reached for his waist, and an iron sword appeared in his hand.
Hanging at his waist was a magical leather pouch.
It was the very same one Leinas had used to hold five thousand gold coins. He had moved the coins into his inventory, but deliberately kept the magical leather pouch hanging at his waist.
This way, he could use the magical pouch to conceal the fact that he was pulling items from his inventory.
“Dark Wave.”
Three words left Tang Zheng’s lips.
A wave of dark energy instantly erupted from Tang Zheng’s body, spreading outwards.
Being so close, Gagaran naturally couldn't dodge. His body froze on the spot.
“This…”
Gagaran’s entire body was rigid, his eyes dazed.
The power of a job skill was fully demonstrated in this moment. Even though his level was higher than Tang Zheng’s, Gagaran was still unable to avoid the effects of the job skill.
It was just like instant-death-type magic and skills.
If you could withstand it, you lived. If you couldn't, you died. There was no technique involved.
This was why players in the game needed to prepare all sorts of corresponding countermeasures.
Fast Slash!
Tang Zheng’s gaze was exceptionally calm as he looked at Gagaran’s current state. The iron sword in his hand swung down heavily, striking Gagaran’s chest.
Puchi!
The tough skin was easily sliced open by the iron sword, and a large amount of blood gushed out. However, given Gagaran’s massive size, the length of the iron sword only managed to inflict a relatively deep wound.
Crack.
The iron sword shattered.
Tang Zheng retreated backward, dodging the splash of blood.
The attack broke Gagaran free from the controlling effect. His expression changed as he too quickly retreated, creating distance between them.
“What was that magic just now?”
Gagaran stared in disbelief at the wound that was still gushing blood. He looked at Tang Zheng with astonishment, the disdain in his eyes completely gone.
(end of chapter)
Gagaran’s departing footsteps came to a complete halt.
The air fell silent. The sound of his breathing grew noticeably heavier as his massive green figure slowly turned, his cold white eyes gazing over.
“You are deliberately trying to anger me, human alchemist.”
Gagaran opened his mouth, his deep, rough voice carrying an indescribable tone.
He didn't seem to show any emotional change.
But his labored breathing and the fact he had stopped to respond were clear indications that Gagaran's heart was anything but calm at this moment.
Tang Zheng's earlier words were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, jolting Gagaran awake.
Suddenly, Gagaran wondered if he had stayed in the Baharuth Empire for too long.
He had originally come here to train and become stronger, which was how he met Osco, the operator of the Imperial Arena, and joined him.
He had indeed learned many combat techniques and the martial arts of the human world, becoming much more powerful. But was there truly any point in staying here any longer?
It would just mean learning a few more martial arts.
A trace of confusion flickered in Gagaran’s eyes, but it vanished just as quickly. He looked at the thin, short Tang Zheng. “Don’t be so self-righteous.”
“I’ve seen too many humans like you who are good with their words.”
“Among them, your rhetoric isn't even that impressive. I’m not the kind of stupid ogre you take me for.”
“To think you could influence me with just a few words is to underestimate me, human alchemist!”
“Be careful, or I really will kill you!”
By the end, Gagaran’s voice was laced with a hint of killing intent, and his entire body trembled slightly.
A terrifying aura, like that of a ferocious beast, erupted from him, instantly making the entire atmosphere oppressive.
“Awoo.”
The Lesser Soulhound standing nearby instinctively shrank its neck and retreated a few steps, its eyes filled with fear as it looked at the massive figure.
“How disgraceful.” Tang Zheng glanced at the Lesser Soulhound and waved his hand, gesturing for it to retreat to a distance.
“How about a fight, then?”
Tang Zheng looked up at Gagaran again, a calm smile on his face. From the cuff of his loose priest robe, a magical short staff appeared in his palm.
A fight?
Gagaran was visibly stunned, as if he had just heard a ridiculous joke. “What kind of joke is this?”
“I’ve already wasted too much time, you ignorant alchemist.”
Among all the powerful adventurers in the Baharuth Empire, none were his match. Yet this human, famous only for his alchemy, actually dared to challenge him.
Gagaran suddenly felt a bit bored and turned around again, preparing to leave.
“The Abelion Hills.”
“You might have heard of this place. It’s a region where all sorts of demi-humans, and even heteromorphic races, exist.”
Tang Zheng’s voice remained unhurried. “However, you probably don’t know that it is home to the strongest of the demi-humans, known as the ‘Ten Elites.’”
“In human terms, each of them possesses strength that has reached the realm of heroes, or perhaps even greater.”
Boom!
Gagaran’s massive figure spun around again, his scorching gaze fixed on Tang Zheng. “What is that place!”
Tang Zheng didn’t speak, instead just shaking the magical short staff in his hand.
“I’ll leave you alive!”
Gagaran took a deep breath, his eyes instantly turning sharp.
Ohm—
The magical staff flashed, and an invisible wave quickly spread out.
Gagaran stood still, completely unconcerned, allowing Tang Zheng to make his preparations.
“This is a magical item that can eliminate sound within a certain range,” Tang Zheng explained after activating the short staff’s ability.
Looking at the “Silence” Short Staff, now completely devoid of magical power fluctuations, Tang Zheng felt no heartache.
All of its uses were depleted.
To use it again, he just needed to find a dedicated magic caster to recharge it with magic power.
Since it was a problem money could solve, Tang Zheng naturally wouldn't waste skill points learning this spell himself.
“Do you need any more preparations? You may continue.”
Gagaran said flatly.
“Then I won't hold back,” Tang Zheng said.
“Warrior King” Gagaran was, in fact, a rather proud individual. This was reflected in his pursuit of the warrior spirit and his policy of not killing opponents who laid down their weapons.
To gain the approval of someone with a personality like Gagaran’s, one had to display a certain level of strength.
For that reason, Tang Zheng didn't mind revealing some of his own power.
After hearing what he had said about the Abelion Hills, it was highly unlikely Gagaran would remain in the Empire.
The Abelion Hills was also one of the areas Tang Zheng was focusing on for his plans.
Swish! Swish!
A white light flashed in the air, and two Flame Archangels appeared simultaneously.
“So that’s it.”
“Is this the source of your confidence?”
A flicker of surprise was evident in Gagaran’s white pupils, followed by a cold sneer as if he had figured it all out.
“Now, let me show you just how wide the gap between us is.”
Flowing Water Acceleration!
Boom!
Gagaran stomped his feet, and his enormous body shot forward with a speed far exceeding his size, leaving a faint afterimage.
In an instant!
Gagaran was already in front of the two Flame Archangels. Before they could even attack, his giant hands grabbed each of their heads and smashed them together.
Boom!
A dull collision echoed through the air. The aftershock from the terrifying force even formed a shockwave that spread in all directions.
Crack! Crack!
A crisp cracking sound came from the two Flame Archangels’ heads. Their helmet-like armor shattered, and their entire bodies dissipated into sparks of light.
He had dealt with both Flame Archangels in a single blow.
Gagaran lowered his head, looking at the nearby Tang Zheng as if to say the fight was already over.
“Pride is one of the original sins.”
Facing the encroaching shadow, Tang Zheng spoke softly. He reached for his waist, and an iron sword appeared in his hand.
Hanging at his waist was a magical leather pouch.
It was the very same one Leinas had used to hold five thousand gold coins. He had moved the coins into his inventory, but deliberately kept the magical leather pouch hanging at his waist.
This way, he could use the magical pouch to conceal the fact that he was pulling items from his inventory.
“Dark Wave.”
Three words left Tang Zheng’s lips.
A wave of dark energy instantly erupted from Tang Zheng’s body, spreading outwards.
Being so close, Gagaran naturally couldn't dodge. His body froze on the spot.
“This…”
Gagaran’s entire body was rigid, his eyes dazed.
The power of a job skill was fully demonstrated in this moment. Even though his level was higher than Tang Zheng’s, Gagaran was still unable to avoid the effects of the job skill.
It was just like instant-death-type magic and skills.
If you could withstand it, you lived. If you couldn't, you died. There was no technique involved.
This was why players in the game needed to prepare all sorts of corresponding countermeasures.
Fast Slash!
Tang Zheng’s gaze was exceptionally calm as he looked at Gagaran’s current state. The iron sword in his hand swung down heavily, striking Gagaran’s chest.
Puchi!
The tough skin was easily sliced open by the iron sword, and a large amount of blood gushed out. However, given Gagaran’s massive size, the length of the iron sword only managed to inflict a relatively deep wound.
Crack.
The iron sword shattered.
Tang Zheng retreated backward, dodging the splash of blood.
The attack broke Gagaran free from the controlling effect. His expression changed as he too quickly retreated, creating distance between them.
“What was that magic just now?”
Gagaran stared in disbelief at the wound that was still gushing blood. He looked at Tang Zheng with astonishment, the disdain in his eyes completely gone.
(end of chapter)
