Bio-engineered Dinosaur in the immortal world-Chapter 104: Slasher Slash
Lin Zhi’s eyes gleamed with pride as he took a step forward, his stance exuding complete confidence.
The air around him crackled, a strange static charge filling the space as he slowly raised his hand.
A hush fell over the crowd, but it was the kind of silence before a storm.
And then—
BOOM!
A surge of electricity erupted from Lin Zhi’s hand, spiraling into the air with a violent, crackling sound.
Sparks danced in the sky like chaotic fireflies before coalescing into a massive shape.
The energy thickened, condensing into a single, living entity—
And then—
A beast materialized.
It was majestic.
It was terrifying.
It was powerful.
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A monstrous Thunder Beast stood before them, its entire body crackling with raw electricity.
Bright arcs of lightning slithered across its muscular frame, surging and retreating like caged serpents desperate to be unleashed.
Its golden mane bristled, each strand radiating electric energy, making it appear like a divine creature descended from the heavens.
Its eyes.
They glowed with an eerie, almost otherworldly yellow hue, locked onto Zou Fang’s Bashawk with an expression that could only be described as predatory.
The beast took a single step forward—
CRACK!
A thunderous boom rippled across the stage, sending vibrations through the air. The very ground beneath them shook. Some disciples stumbled back, their expressions shifting from excitement to fear.
Lin Zhi smirked, stretching his arms wide in a grandiose display.
"This—" he began, his voice slow and deliberate, ensuring every single person heard him. "This is my Thunder Beast— the natural counter to wind-type and temporal beasts like your Bashawk."
His words were filled with authority.
And then—
He continued.
"Even if it’s not a rare class like your Bashawk, Its lineage traces back to the Stormfang Clan, one of the most well-known beast bloodlines in the sect. Bred through generations to wield lightning as if it were part of their very soul, Thunder Beasts stand at the peak of elemental destruction!"
The disciples shouted in excitement.
"A beast from the Stormfang lineage?!"
"That’s an elite-level bloodline!"
"Zou Fang is finished!"
Lin Zhi wasn’t done.
"Unlike your pitiful Bashawk, who struggles to keep up with beasts stronger than itself, my Thunder Beast was born to dominate! Its very existence is a counter to yours! Do you understand? No matter how much you struggle, no matter how much you fight back, no matter how much you dream of winning— it will never happen!"
Lin Zhi’s voice grew louder, drowning the battlefield in his self-assured arrogance.
"It has already been decided! This match was over before it even began!"
The crowd roared in agreement.
Their voices blended into one.
"Bashawk has no chance!"
"That’s right! Thunder beats wind!"
"It’s simple logic! A direct counter is impossible to overcome!"
"This battle is over!"
"Zou Fang should just surrender now!"
The sheer unanimity of their voices turned into an overwhelming wave of certainty.
It was obvious who the victor would be.
It was inevitable.
Lin Zhi folded his arms, letting the moment stretch out.
He could feel it—
The weight of the entire crowd standing behind him.
Their faith.
Their confidence.
Their absolute certainty that he would win.
He let his words sink in, his smirk widening.
And then—
He gave the signal.
The Thunder Beast growled, arcs of electricity dancing around its form. Its claws dug into the ground, tiny sparks sizzling upon impact. Its muscles coiled, prepared to pounce.
The energy in the air grew so thick it was suffocating.
Even those standing far away could feel the electricity making their hair stand on end.
The referee—still maintaining his impartial stance—finally spoke.
His voice was calm, but commanding.
"Ready."
The battlefield tensed.
"On your mark."
Lin Zhi’s eyes gleamed with anticipation.
Zou Fang’s expression remained unreadable.
The beasts were poised, their bodies filled with explosive power, waiting for the final word—
And then—
"GO!"
Lightning exploded from Lin Zhi’s Thunder Beast, illuminating the battlefield in a blinding flash of golden energy.
And Zou Fang—
Did not hesitate.
His voice cut through the storm.
"Bashawk—SLICER SLASH!"
The moment the battle commenced, the battlefield erupted into chaos.
Bashawk, despite its fierce charge, was instantly at a disadvantage.
The Thunder Beast’s speed was unbelievable. The moment Bashawk lunged forward, a crackling arc of lightning zipped through the air, and before anyone could process what had happened—
BANG!
Bashawk was sent flying back from a devastating lightning-infused impact.
Gasps rippled through the crowd.
Zou Fang barely had time to react before Bashawk struggled to its feet, its wings trembling, feathers slightly singed from the residual electricity.
The Thunder Beast stood unmoved, its form towering, dominant, exuding superiority.
Lin Zhi laughed.
"Oh?" His voice was mocking, condescending, dripping with amusement.
"Is that all? Is this the so-called ’strongest Bashawk’? Is this what you were boasting about?"
His laughter continued, a sound that pierced through the battlefield, ringing inside Zou Fang’s ears, digging into his mind like an unbearable itch.
The crowd joined in.
"HAHAHAHAHA!"
"It’s not even a fight!"
"I told you, Bashawk is useless against a Thunder Beast!"
"What a joke!"
Bashawk shook its head, flapped its wings weakly, and took another step forward.
Lin Zhi shook his head, mocking.
"Stubborn, huh?"
CRACKLE!
Thunder Beast’s entire body surged with electricity, its golden mane flaring, its presence overwhelming.
Lin Zhi smirked.
"Alright, let’s play a little more before I finish this pathetic fight."
His voice was oozing arrogance.
"Thunder Beast, Thunder Dash!"
And then—
BOOM!
A blinding flash of lightning EXPLODED from the Thunder Beast’s legs, and in the next instant—
It vanished.
No—
It moved.
So fast that it seemed as though it had disappeared from existence itself.
And then—
BANG!
It reappeared behind Bashawk in the blink of an eye, and before the poor bird could react—
CRACK!
Another devastating impact.
Bashawk stumbled, skidded, wobbled.
Lin Zhi laughed even louder.
"HAHAHAHAHA! Did you see that?!" He turned toward the crowd, basking in their cheers. "This is the difference between a real battle and a fool’s dream!"
The disciples erupted.
"AMAZING!"
"LIN ZHI’S THUNDER BEAST IS UNSTOPPABLE!"
"THERE’S NO HOPE FOR ZOU FANG!"
The battlefield was one-sided.
Every time Bashawk tried to recover—
CRACK!
THUNDER DASH!
BOOM!
Another devastating strike!
CRACKLE!
Lightning flickered across the battlefield like an angry storm.
Lin Zhi was enjoying himself way too much.
"Is this fun for you, Zou Fang?" He chuckled. "Or are you finally realizing your place?"
His words were venomous.
"You got lucky against Liao Hao, but luck won’t save you here."
He lifted his hand dramatically, his fingers slowly curling into a fist.
"Shall we put an end to this pathetic display?"
The crowd roared.
"FINISH HIM!"
"END THE FIGHT!"
"ZOU FANG HAS NO CHANCE!"
But—
Inside the spiritual sea of consciousness, Wei Long was watching.
His expression?
Completely pissed off.
His eyes burned with rage.
Red’Ribbon glanced at him, feeling the terrifying pressure leaking from his form.
"You’re angry," Red’Ribbon muttered.
Wei Long clenched his fists.
"I’ve had enough of this bullshit."
His voice was low, dangerous.
And then, his eyes sharpened.
Inside the battlefield—
Zou Fang suddenly heard a voice.
Wei Long’s voice.
"Say it."
Zou Fang blinked. "Say what?"
Wei Long’s voice boomed.
"SAY IT."
Zou Fang’s entire body tensed—
And then—
"DO IT!"
His voice exploded across the battlefield.
Bashawk’s eyes widened.
Its trembling body—
Stopped trembling.
Its singed feathers—
Stood firm.
Its wavering posture—
Turned steady.
And then—
It moved.
FAST.
Lin Zhi barely had time to react before Zou Fang’s Bashawk vanished from its spot—
And reappeared right in front of Thunder Beast.
The disciples froze.
"WHAT—"
And then—
"SLICER SLASH!"
The words ripped through the battlefield.
And then—
SILENCE.
The entire battlefield froze.
And the Thunder Beast—
Did not move.
