Magical Strategist

Abian studied the massive python, not daring to rush in. He moved slowly, searching for the right moment to strike. If his opponent had been a magician or swordsman, he would have pursued and attacked without hesitation. Unfortunately, his opponent was an unfamiliar beast summoner. A reckless move would only lead to his death.

"Summon the beast form, two long-armed giant apes, help me defeat the enemy!" Zi Ye, hiding under the protection of the python, chanted the spell again.

With a flash of golden light, a maned ape descended from the sky, crashing to the ground with a thud. The ape was enormous, at least three times the size of an Abian. Its two sturdy arms supported the ground like two brown stone pillars. The ape howled shrilly, its blood-red eyes fixed intently on its prey.

Sure enough, the giant ape roared, raised its arms and slapped Abian with all its might.

Abbyan was shocked. It wasn't an arm, it was clearly a pillar pressing down on him! He didn't dare to block it, so he had to dodge it.

His arm slammed into the ground angrily, and the hard ground instantly shattered into pieces.

"Oh, what incredible strength!" Abian sighed secretly. "What a shame, it's just a monkey. How can it be that fast? There's no way it could touch a hair on my little daddy's body."

Next, the giant ape kept waving its strong arms to hit Abian, but none of its attacks hit the target, and it was easily dodged. The giant ape howled angrily, as if feeling dissatisfied because it didn't get the upper hand.

"What the hell!" Abian took advantage of the giant ape's distraction and immediately stepped forward, throwing a punch through the air: Crouching Tiger Facing the Sun! As soon as this punch was thrown, sand and rocks flew, and a fist like a fierce tiger rushed straight towards the giant ape.

The giant ape took a strong blow, and its huge body was blown into the air by the tiger-shaped fist.

"Aoaoao..." The giant ape struggled painfully in the air, and finally turned into green smoke and disappeared.

"The power of the Tiger Fist is truly terrifying. After seeing it today, I can confirm that he is the pinnacle of boxing mastery. I admire him so much!" Zi Ye applauded and praised.

"Forget about the admiration. I don't like being flattered. If you have any other tricks, use them quickly." Abbian said provocatively, flexing his knuckles.

"Let's call it a day, shall we? You just defeated my summon with one punch. The outcome is decided. There's no point in continuing." Zi Ye stopped first to show his sincerity. The giant python coiled around him vanished in a puff of smoke.

"How can we say the winner is decided without shedding a drop of blood? No, Daddy is itching to fight now, keep fighting." Abbian refused and raised his fist to fight again.

Facing Abian's fist, Zi Ye was neither flustered nor took a step back. He stood there quietly with his back straight and head raised.

"That's enough, Anzi!" Zhenlong suddenly ordered. "Stop now!"

Abian stopped abruptly, turned around and yelled at Zhenlong, "What a joke! Are you afraid that I can't beat him?"

"No, now is not the time to start a war," said the real dragon.

Seeing that Abian was somewhat reluctant, Angela also stood up and said, "Hear that, idiot Cockscomb Head? This is the order of the Chief of Staff. Do you want to disobey?"

In order to make Abian obey orders, the real dragon pretended to be helpless and sighed, "You can disobey orders, but if Her Royal Highness the Princess finds out, ah..."

Abian's face turned pale and he subconsciously covered his crotch.

"Li Yan is indeed a reasonable person. I admire him! It seems that there is no reason for me to stay any longer. Second brother, go check on the injury of third brother. We should retreat soon." Zi Ye looked up at the sky and said with emotion: "The Bright Group not only has the Thunder Emperor, the Forest Fairy, Li Yan, but also powerful figures such as Chicken Head. There will definitely be a fierce battle in ten days. Let's go."

The real dragon replied coldly: "You are right, that day will be your end. Go back and enjoy the last ten days."

Zi Ye was calm and composed, smiled slightly, and said: "You too, goodbye!"

"No need to see you off!" There's no need to be polite to the enemy, Zhenlong said coldly.

Zi Ye took a few steps and suddenly remembered something. He turned around and said, "Oh, there's one more thing I want to tell you."

"tell me the story."

"Miss Douglas Haitang, now known as 'Flame Girl', has been engaged to me. If you still have concerns about her, let's just stop here." Zi Ye lowered his head, a hint of uneasiness in his eyes.

"Flame Girl?" A hint of anger flashed across the True Dragon's brows as he replied, "Why are you telling me this?"

"Because she still has you in her heart, no, it should be said that she only has you." A light sentence and a light look seemed to have expressed the endless sorrow in his heart.

"She and I have long since severed all ties." Zhenlong said solemnly.

"If we were merely enemies, I would spare your life. I admire you; you're a hero. But in order for her to completely forget those memories, you must die. Remember Lieyan, I will kill you with my own hands in ten days!" Zi Ye raised his head and glared at Zhen Long with icy eyes. A hero's wrath is for a woman; a man could kill another man for the woman he loves.

.........

After Zi Ye left, Zhen Long felt heavy-hearted. He suddenly remembered what Fei Ya had said: "Find a woman who truly loves you. You may dislike her or even hate her now, but she is destined to be the woman you spend the rest of your life with."

No, Feiya is definitely not talking about her! She betrayed Middle-earth, betrayed her teachers and ancestors, and her crimes are heinous. I wish I could tear her into pieces.

"What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?" Angela asked with concern. She saw Zhenlong's face was ashen and his teeth were chattering. "Is he jealous because of Haitang's engagement?"

"What a joke!" the real dragon sneered.

"I think there's a deep misunderstanding between you and her. Do you know that she betrayed Middle-earth..."

"Please don't mention her again, I don't want to hear this woman's name." Zhenlong said harshly and returned to the office building angrily.

Staring at the back of the real dragon, Angela murmured to herself: "In fact, she was framed!"

"Who was framed? Who?" Abbyan interrupted.

"Does it have anything to do with you?!" Angela spit in Abbyan's face and went back angrily.

Abian's face turned pale and he complained, "If it weren't for the fact that you're a woman, Daddy would have beaten you up a long time ago, believe it?"

"Hey... who do you want to beat up again..."

At this moment, Theresa and Lingdie came back from shopping.

Lingdie skipped over to Abian, sticking out her tongue playfully.

Upon seeing Ling Die, Abian's face paled even further. The once fearless Chicken Head was now trembling in fear before a little girl. "Princess... Princess... How are you?"

"Mr. Kyle looks so bad. Are you feeling unwell?" Theresa asked.

"Cockscomb Hair, why don't you greet me when you see me? Why are you asking me if I'm okay for no reason? Also, why are you covering your crotch with your hands? You're such an idiot! Sister Sha, let's go, ignore him!" Ling Die rolled her eyes at Abian.

"Finally, finally gone!" Abian's legs softened and he fell to his knees, sweat dripping down his face...