Deep Sea King Ronar stood motionless, exuding an air of superiority.
“Finished with your flurry of attacks?”
“Hurt me? Just a little,” Ronar said nonchalantly, raising his massive hand.
Boom!
With a resounding slap, Wang Lufei was sent spinning 3600 degrees through the air before crashing to the ground.
He didn't even manage to lie flat before succumbing on the spot.
“Ah, I might've gotten a bit serious there for a moment. Must be the rain,” Ronar muttered, his tone eerily calm.
The downpour intensified, the sky darkening further, and Ronar's aura grew increasingly terrifying.
His body, already monstrous, expanded by another third, now towering over ten meters. His humanoid features gave way entirely to those of a sea monster.
Wang Lufei's “Second Gear” flurry of strikes hadn't left so much as a scratch. Instead, it had only fueled Ronar's transformation and ferocity.
“Damn, all that effort and Lufei was just scratching the surface!”
“This boss is ridiculous! How are we supposed to beat him?”
“Glory to the Deep Sea King!”
“Wait, who even is the Deep Sea King? Why are you all calling him that?”
“Bro, how do you not know? Go watch One Punch Man—you've got some catching up to do!”
The players, undeterred by Lufei's defeat, continued their relentless banter. Some had even started praising Ronar's strength.
With Starry unconscious, No. 1 Frost Mage in the Nation flat on his back, and Wang Lufei obliterated, who could possibly stand against Deep Sea King Ronar?
“Ahhh, I can't hold back anymore! I'm craving fresh blood and meat!”
Ronar, fully roused by the rain, turned his predatory gaze toward the fallen players.
“Don't eat me!”
“Holy crap, the boss is eating people now!”
“Run for your lives!”
The players scrambled in every direction, crawling and tumbling in their attempts to flee.
“You can't escape! None of you can!” Ronar laughed maniacally, savoring their fear.
Weak, pathetic humans, groveling and trembling—that was how it should be.
“With this sect leader here, you will do no such thing, Sea Tribe monster!”
A commanding voice pierced through the rain.
Ronar turned, spotting He Yiming approaching with steady steps.
Behind him, the battered figures of Indomitable Bear Strong and Theory of Evolution supported each other as they stumbled forward, though Ronar paid them no mind.
“A late-stage Spiritual Vein cultivator…” Ronar's eyes narrowed as he assessed He Yiming. Among these weaklings, this one was the strongest.
“So, you're the sect leader?” Ronar sneered, his voice filled with disdain.
“Indeed. And you, Sea Tribe monster, dared invade my Yanhuang Sect? Today, you die!” He Yiming declared, his words radiating unyielding resolve.
The battle between humans and the Sea Tribe was one of total enmity—no middle ground existed.
He Yiming glanced around, noting the fallen players littering the dam.
The players had been utterly defeated.
It was now up to him.
“Then die you shall! I will tear you apart, piece by piece, before your disciples!”
With a ferocious roar, Ronar stomped forward, launching himself toward He Yiming with astonishing speed.
He Yiming barely had time to react.
“Armament Haki!”
He shouted, black energy coiling around his left arm as he braced for impact.
Boom!
The force of Ronar's strike felt like a freight train. He Yiming was sent flying, his left arm shattering under the pressure.
Before he hit the ground, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
“Even with Armament Haki, I couldn't block it!” He Yiming's mind raced.
“Hmm? A late-stage Spiritual Vein cultivator… survived my serious strike?” Ronar's surprise was evident.
As a Foundation Establishment powerhouse, Ronar's attacks were usually lethal, even against the toughest Spiritual Vein Sea Tribe warriors.
Yet this human, with a far weaker physique, had only suffered a broken arm?
“Close combat isn't an option,” He Yiming quickly decided.
“Retreat!”
Twisting mid-air, he landed and immediately slid back to create distance.
Boom, boom, boom!
Ronar, relentless, stomped after him, each step leaving deep craters in the ground.
The gap between them rapidly shrank.
Sensing imminent danger, He Yiming made his move.
“Heavenly Thunder Technique!”
He roared, summoning a golden bolt of lightning that struck Ronar directly.
Bang!
Blood sprayed as the attack found its mark.
“Did it work?”
Hope flickered in He Yiming's eyes, but it was short-lived.
“This technique… impressive,” Ronar muttered, his deep voice tinged with surprise as he clutched a wound on his chest, golden sparks still crackling around it.
The lightning had pierced his body but had been mostly neutralized by Ronar's defensive maneuvers.
“To injure me, a Foundation Establishment warrior… Is your constitution the legendary Heavenly Thunder Body?”
Ronar's eyes narrowed as he studied He Yiming, his interest piqued.
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