442: Chapter 137 Behemoth Knows Martial Arts, No One Can Stop Him (Part 1)_1 442: Chapter 137 Behemoth Knows Martial Arts, No One Can Stop Him (Part 1)_1 Zi’s target was the enemies flanking Ye Yinzhu.
At this moment, the situation suddenly turned peculiar.
The enemies facing Ye Yinzhu directly could not survive under the effects of his Phoenix Feather and Green Silk – they could barely slow down his advance.
Yet beside Ye Yinzhu, there appeared statue after statue in purple.
These statues bore a thin layer of purple crystals all over their bodies, frozen in their last moments of action, standing there as if seeing off Ye Yinzhu’s departure.
The Three Hundred Grim Reaper Warriors behind Ye Yinzhu had not expected the battle to be this simple.
Their current task was simply to use their weapons to strike down the enemy soldiers that had turned into statues.
Surprisingly, these statues were extremely fragile; the moment a weapon touched them, they would immediately crumble into powder.
Zi, as an Amethyst Behemoth, truly awakened his amethyst bloodline the moment he evolved to rank Nine.
The power he was employing now was not the brute offensive power of the Behemoth Beast but rather the special magic exclusive to the Amethyst Behemoth – Amethyst Magic.
Amethyst Magic, similar to the Dragon Speech Magic of the Dragon Clan, had its uniqueness.
On the entire Ryuzakinus Continent, only Amethyst Behemoths could utilize this kind of magic.
At this moment, Zi was using crystallization, one of the Amethyst Magic abilities.
Unless one had strength beyond Blue rank, once contaminated by his crystallization magic, they would immediately bee a fragile crystal.
Thus, although Zi was merely following quietly beside Ye Yinzhu, he was racking up more kills than Ye Yinzhu with his frenzied slaughter.
The Three Hundred Grim Reaper warriors, led by Ye Yinzhu, charged into the enemy ranks like a sharp blade.
The numbers of the Eric Minlong Knights, originally five thousand strong, were rapidly dwindling.
Dis’s clawed hand instantly grabbed one of the Metal Dragon’s claws; he knew the opportunity had finally arrived.
Pulling with an almost insane force, the Metal Dragon’s size was bigger than his, but when paring brute strength with a Golden Behemoth, they were still lacking.
The Metal Dragon’s massive body was suddenly pulled over by Dis, and facing the Metal Dragon’s incredibly thick defense, Dis’s right shoulder dropped, slamming into it heavily.
Bang— The loud noise caused the entire ground to tremble violently.
The Metal Dragon’s chest, which shone with metallic light, suddenly dimmed, and a spout of pale gold blood sprayed out.
But this was only just the beginning of Dis’s attack.
Taking advantage of the opponent’s temporary loss of counterattack ability, Dis didn’t give the opponent any chance.
A bloodthirsty aura seemed to emanate from his bald head as he grasped the Metal Dragon’s right hand and forcefully followed through as his body bounced back from the collision.
“Lift.” Dis roared, one hand gripping the Metal Dragon’s claw, the other hand grasping its lower abdomen, forcibly lifting it up.
Then, letting go with both hands, he allowed the Metal Dragon’s heavy body to smash down toward the ground, while his right knee shot up like a flash of golden lightning and struck the Metal Dragon’s chest once more.
This time, the Metal Dragon did not have its previous sturdy defenses.
A resounding, agonizing scream filled the air as the Metal Dragon’s hefty body was sent flying by Dis’s knee strike, rising ten meters into the air before plummeting to the ground.
As it flew up, the cracking sound of its collarbone breaking echoed chillingly across the battlefield.
Golden Behemoth Dis once again proved to the world the title of the land invincibility of the Behemoth Beast.
As his opponent rose in the air, Dis’s other foot, because of the rebounding force of the knee strike, sank deep into the ground, but this did not stop his onslaught.
The lifted right foot immediately stomped down, not only freeing his other foot embedded in the ground but also propelling his body to leap into the air.
Next came Golden Behemoth’s best bination technique.
In mid-air, Dis’s right fist punched upwards, sending the Metal Dragon flying even higher, followed by a heavy blow from his right leg.
Holding onto the Metal Dragon’s head with both hands, his colossal body, over seventeen meters tall, rapidly spun in the air with the Metal Dragon for two turns.
Then, gripping the opponent’s head tightly, he flipped over just before they would have hit the ground and forcefully spun the Metal Dragon’s body once more before it brutally smashed into the earth.
Boom— Half of the Metal Dragon’s entire body embedded itself into the ground amidst a fierce and brutal boom.
The Metal Dragon’s defenses were indeed strong, but even the Golden Dragon King would likely be unable to withstand such a bination of moves, let alone a Metal Dragon.
This time, it wasn’t just the breastbone that had broken.
Under Dis’s immense strength, while the Dragon’s head was still attached to its neck, both the neck bones and the muscles were pletely twisted apart by Dis’s savage power.
A high Advanced rank Nine Metal Dragon met its end in the hands of a Golden Behemoth who had grown stronger.
pared to Dis, Perkins’ attack was much “gentler.” At least, that’s what Perkins thought of himself.
At the very moment of contact with his opponent, Perkins’ attack wasn’t as direct as Dis’.
His body was enveloped in a golden glow, and as the Metal Dragon released bolts of golden lightning, Perkins even made some dodging maneuvers.
In truth, with his strength slightly surpassing that of the Metal Dragon, such attacks didn’t require any evasion at all.
However, Perkins believed it was good to move around for the sake of his health, and he also didn’t want to waste any bit of his strength.
So the Metal Dragon facing Perkins found it quite peculiar – why was this Golden Behemoth acting as if it were dancing, and so nimbly at that?
The magic it cast hardly stood a chance of hitting Perkins.
Thus, the Metal Dragon thought that a physical attack would be more straightforward.
“This Golden Behemoth must be too scared to take my magic head-on; surely its body is weak, or perhaps it has kidney deficiency.”
With that, the Metal Dragon charged forward.
Its body spun, and its massive tail swept toward Perkins like a meteor hammer.
Perkins sneered inwardly, thinking, “Kid, it’s not that I can’t take your hits, I just don’t want to.” As the giant tail whizzed through the air toward him, Perkins did not retreat.
This time he didn’t even dodge.
He pushed hard against the ground with his feet and soared up into the air, the huge tail narrowly missing him below.
But when the Metal Dragon continued its inertia-driven turn, it was met with a monstrous, foul-smelling, and muddy foot right in front of its face.
Without a doubt, how much force could a seventeen-meter tall Golden Behemoth exert with a flying kick?
Perhaps only the Metal Dragon would truly know.
And Perkins had a problem – he never washed his feet.
When he was still in Thor Hammer Fort, he and Dis were the most notorious among the Golden Behemoths; Dis for his poor sense of smell, which was not very sensitive, and Perkins for his stinky feet.
Once at a Behemoth Beast banquet, he famously fainted a female Behemoth Beast with the stench of his feet alone and took liberties with her.
Although the matter was dropped because of his status as a Golden Behemoth, from then on, his feet earned a nickname: Cock-crowing, bewitching feet.
Imagine, what would it feel like to have such a stinky and powerful foot kick your head?
The Metal Dragon’s defensive power was indeed impressive, and its head was sufficiently hard.
While the kick sent it flying, it was not enough to inflict a fatal injury – but Perkins’ feet were just too smelly.
At such close range, the poor Metal Dragon actually passed out from the stench.
After crashing to the ground and carving a deep trench, it never got up again.
Perkins chuckled.
Even he hadn’t expected the fight to end so easily.
The next move was much easier; he jumped up high in a particularly vile manner, and when he landed, his feet found the Metal Dragon’s head again, one on the head and the other on the neck.
Crack crack, the oute was self-evident.
Unlike the straightforward fights of Dis and Perkins, Oliver, another Golden Behemoth, faced the strongest among the three Metal Dragons from the start of the battle – the same one previously hit by Yue Hui’s Dark Demon Sect Forbidden Curse.
Although it had sustained some injuries, this Metal Dragon was incredibly ferocious and put up a fight on equal terms with Oliver.
The oute was difficult to determine for a while.
When Dis had finished his own fight, Perkins likewise concluded his battle.
With Dis’ character, he disdained joining forces with anyone, so he charged directly toward the Milan Dragon Riders manded by Ye Hongyan.
The Thirty Thousand Heavy Cavalry were rapidly closing in behind him, and he felt it was cooler to cover the retreat himself.
Perkins, however, wasn’t nearly as proud.
Seeing that the fight on his side had ended, he stealthily moved his Cock-crowing, bewitching feet behind the strongest Metal Dragon.
Golden battle aura spread quietly from Perkins’ body.
As the Metal Dragon and Oliver fought it out evenly, Perkins saw his chance and fully utilized the Golden Behemoth’s formidable leaping ability, directly stomping down on the last Metal Dragon from the air.
Like Perkins, Oliver wasn’t as simple as he appeared on the surface.
Although the Metal Dragon couldn’t see Perkins behind it, Oliver certainly could.
His expression didn’t change at all; he maintained his demeanor and unhesitatingly charged forward, tangling with the Metal Dragon and cutting off any chance of evasion.
In this way, the last unfortunate Metal Dragon was squarely stomped by Perkins as he descended.
(To be continued.
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