Supreme Dragon Lord-Chapter 62 - Long Chen Takes Action, Dominating the Entire Scene!
At this moment, under the Head of the Court’s orders, the C Institute disciples divided into five factions and stepped into the Brawl Forest.
Tang Le nodded to Long Chen, then flipped over and leaped, landing directly in front of them all. Seeing this, the expressions on the disciples’ faces changed slightly.
"Senior Brother Tang, what is the meaning of this?" one of the group leaders asked, his brow furrowed.
The other four leaders didn’t speak, but they were all on high alert, as if facing a formidable foe. Tang Le was, after all, the strongest Senior Brother of the C Institute. Despite their numbers, the five factions had no desire to provoke him. The most important thing was Tang Le’s Constitution. Losing to him was one thing, but if he turned them into idiots, their futures would be over.
"My apologies, junior brothers and sisters," Tang Le said, raising his hand and forming seals. His Battle qi skyrocketed.
The aura Tang Le displayed was shockingly that of a Half-step Warrior. However, as his hands continued forming seals, his Battle qi climbed even higher. By the time Tang Le stopped and pressed a single hand to the ground, his aura had already surpassed the War Master Realm, reaching the War Maniac Realm.
"Refining Fire Prison!"
BUZZ! PFFT! PFFT! PFFT! PFFT...
In an instant, the earth trembled nonstop as pillars of flame shot into the sky, forming scorching fire walls. The walls spread rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, they had surrounded all eighteen thousand disciples of the C Institute.
"This is an Earth-Level Martial Technique, the Refining Fire Prison!" The five leaders’ faces fell.
The Disciples of the C Institute all looked panicked. Trapped inside the Fire Prison, they could see nothing of the outside world, feeling only the intense heat assaulting their faces. In just a few breaths, many disciples had already fainted from the scorching temperature. Among those who could still stand, most were swaying, looking as if they could collapse at any moment.
With just this one technique, Tang Le had caused over eight thousand disciples to fall, losing their Combat power. He also pushed more than four thousand others to the brink of collapse. At this moment, out of the eighteen thousand disciples of the C Institute, fewer than six thousand remained unharmed.
"Senior Brother Tang! What exactly are you trying to do? We have no grudge against you, nor do we wish to be your enemy, so why must you do this?"
"Senior Brother Tang, why are you attacking us?"
"We’ve always kept to ourselves. If you want the Human Martial Beads, just ask, and we’ll give them to you. Why resort to violence?"
"Senior Brother Tang..."
For a moment, the five leaders shouted their questions, their voices cold. They were completely baffled by Tang Le’s motive.
"If I asked you directly for the Human Martial Beads, you would probably scatter and flee. It’s unlikely you would willingly grant my wish." Tang Le’s face was slightly pale; using an Earth-Level Martial Technique so powerfully had obviously taken a significant toll. However, only by deploying an Earth-Level Martial Technique in this way could he trap everyone inside.
"Since that’s the case, it’s better for me to strike first!" Tang Le took a deep breath, his eyes narrowing into a smile. "Hand over all your Human Martial Beads, and this battle in the Brawl Forest will be over!"
"Senior Brother Tang, you!" The five leaders were all furious.
"Look at you," Tang Le said, pouting. "Just a moment ago, you were saying you’d obediently hand over the Human Martial Beads if I only asked. You don’t need to struggle. The temperature of this Refining Fire Prison alone is enough to render most of you powerless."
"If you dare to charge out of the Fire Prison, you might not die, but you’ll definitely suffer severe injuries and lose the ability to fight. The result will be the same."
Hearing this, the five leaders exchanged glances, their faces livid. It was just as Tang Le had said. Although they could break out of the Fire Prison, they would undoubtedly sustain serious injuries. They would still be powerless against Tang Le’s pursuit. But to let Tang Le simply take all the Human Martial Beads... none of them could accept it willingly.
Seeing them hesitate, Tang Le spoke impatiently. "I don’t have the patience to waste any more words with you! I’ll count to three. If you still won’t hand over the Human Martial Beads, then I won’t be merciful! I’m sure none of you want to become an idiot, right?"
As soon as he said this, the faces of all the disciples filled with terror. The five leaders, in particular, were utterly petrified. Everyone knew Tang Le’s Constitution was a Poison Physique, and quite a few disciples had been turned into idiots by him.
"Don’t worry. I’ll only take the Human Martial Beads, and I plan to be promoted to a Second-class Disciple soon and leave the C Institute," Tang Le said persuasively, patting his large belly. "Once I’m gone, you can all fight amongst yourselves however you please. Isn’t that wonderful? Why antagonize me and make things difficult for yourselves over a single battle in the Brawl Forest?"
"Is Senior Brother Tang telling the truth? You’re really going to get promoted?" The five leaders’ eyes lit up. Although they were still unwilling, they didn’t mind sacrificing one month’s worth of resources as long as Tang Le left the C Institute. They could just wait until the beginning of next month to receive new Human Martial Beads.
"Of course, it’s true! What’s more..." Tang Le said helplessly, "The reason I’m taking your Human Martial Beads is twofold: first, to end the battle in the Brawl Forest quickly, and second, to give them to Long Chen—Brother Long!"
"Give them to Long Chen?" The disciples gasped, staring at Tang Le in disbelief.
A total of one hundred eighty million Human Martial Beads, all for Long Chen?
At this moment, it wasn’t just the C Institute disciples who were incredulous. Even the five Heads of the Court and Huang Xu, who were watching from outside the Brawl Forest, were stunned. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂
The Refining Fire Prison, an Earth-Level Martial Technique... what a brilliant skill for trapping enemies. Ultimately, the strength of a Martial Technique depends on the user’s Combat power. If it were him executing the Refining Fire Prison, its Lethal Power would undoubtedly be even greater.
Long Chen observed the roaring fire wall, nodding in admiration. He was completely unaffected by the high temperature and was confident he could enter and exit the Fire Prison without a scratch.
"Senior Brother Tang, we concede!" The five leaders came forward one after another and handed over their Human Martial Beads. The other disciples followed suit, and after giving up their own beads, they even helped collect them from their unconscious peers to hand over.
"My thanks for your concession," Tang Le said with a fist-and-palm salute. He immediately dissipated the Fire Prison and handed the Storage Bag containing one hundred eighty million Human Martial Beads to Long Chen.
The C Institute disciples all glared coldly at Long Chen, their faces filled with resentment.
"Humph! The only reason Senior Brother Tang helped you take the Human Martial Beads must have been Steward Chen’s idea! You’re a lucky brat!"
"That’s right! Even though you’ve cultivated an Earthly Body, no one knows if your Combat power is any good! It really is different when you have a backer!"
"If you had been the one to try and take the Human Martial Beads, I guarantee you would have been miserably defeated!"
For a time, the disciples voiced their disdain, their hatred for Long Chen running bone-deep. After all, the only reason Tang Le had acted was to give the Human Martial Beads to Long Chen. Therefore, they naturally saw him as the culprit.
"Brother Long, since they handed over the Human Martial Beads so obediently, let’s not hold it against them," Tang Le advised with a smile.
Long Chen toyed with the Storage Bag of Human Martial Beads and said nonchalantly, "It’s fine. We have to let the losers run their mouths a little."
"Who are you calling a loser?" The five leaders’ faces turned cold.
Long Chen’s gaze swept over them slowly as his Battle qi erupted from his body.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
In an instant, the five leaders were sent flying backward, vomiting blood, severely injured on the spot.
"Now, who do you think I was talking about?" Long Chen said, stowing the Storage Bag before turning to walk out of the Brawl Forest.
