Mythology Management System

Flames, electricity, and poisonous smoke—none of these could harm the black dragon; the power of the dragon race was on full display at this moment.

"A bunch of weaklings, yet they dare to defy the heavens!" Black Dragon grabbed a few arrows and threw them back along the same path, hitting several low-level members of the Dragon Slayer Pavilion.

In Black Dragon's eyes, he was the god of the underworld, and for these people to attack him was undoubtedly going against the will of heaven.

Several figures dressed in black surrounded them, their faces still covered, making it impossible to see their features. They were all at the third level of strength.

"So it was you who attacked me?" Black Dragon sized up the people in front of him, wanting to see who had the audacity.

There was definitely no White Shark among these people; Black Dragon immediately realized that these guys' sizes didn't match White Shark's at all.

Was it another force manipulating things in the dark? Black Dragon frowned, but didn't think too much about it. They were just a bunch of weaklings at the third rank, easily crushed either way. Why think too much?

Sometimes, many strong people like to solve everything with force. It's not that they don't know how to use their brains, but when force can already crush the enemy, what difference does it make whether they use their brains or not?

Are we really going to be so bored as to put on a good show for these weaklings, first making it a stalemate or feigning weakness, and then finally crushing them in one fell swoop to enjoy their expressions of despair?

Please, it's not that complicated. Their overwhelming strength gives them unparalleled confidence. No matter what schemes or tricks they encounter, I can crush them with a single punch.

The Azure Scale Blade in Black Dragon's hand was already thirsting for blood, wishing it could immediately drink the blood of these people to quell Black Dragon's rage.

"Speak, who gave you the courage?" the black dragon said coldly.

There was no response from the other party. The leader of the men in black waved his hand, and the group instantly surrounded the black dragon.

Bai Qi, Fu Jiu, and the one-eyed man were all in this group. In addition, there was a hunched old man who was also a member of the Dragon Slayer Pavilion. However, due to his advanced age, he had long been in semi-retirement. If it weren't for the importance of this plan to kill the Black Dragon, Wei Zheng would not have invited the old man out.

Without saying a word, the four men, as if they had rehearsed beforehand, immediately started fighting.

A cold glint flashed at the tip of Bai Qi's bronze spear. Their opponent was the Black Dragon, so they had no choice but to be cautious. Therefore, Bai Qi went all out from the start.

"Formation Breaking Technique!!"

The golden hook in the one-eyed man's hand gleamed with purple light, clearly indicating that it was coated with potent poison. Although it was unclear whether it would work on the black dragon, it was never a bad idea to give it a try.

To avoid being identified, One-Eye did not use his usual weapon, but instead took out his favorite golden hook.

As for why he likes to use a gold hook, there's no explanation. One-Eyed thinks that if he doesn't want to be a mercenary in the future, he can just change his clothes, put on an eyepatch, and become a pirate, and a very stylish pirate captain at that.

No one really understood him. Even the Pavilion Master thought he was crazy. One-Eyed was even sulking about it for a while. Nobody knew why no one understood him.

Don't they think a one-eyed man and a golden hook go well together?

With an indomitable spirit, One-Eyed really mastered the unorthodox weapon, the Golden Hook, and made it quite powerful.

Even Wei Zheng had to sigh and say that people with a sharp mind are single-minded and often succeed.

The hunchbacked old man was equally unwilling to be outdone, and with a great force, he swung his iron crutch at the black dragon.

Seeing the four people attacking him from different directions, Black Dragon sneered inwardly, "Do you really think I can't do anything to you like this?"

An ant is always an ant. No matter how much it resists, it will eventually be crushed to death.

As the one who wrote this destiny with his own hands, Heilong grabbed the Azure Scale Blade stuck at his feet and met Bai Qi's spear head-on.

"Chong-"

The spear clashed with the Azure Scale Blade, and the ear-piercing sound of metal scraping against metal echoed throughout the arena.

A tremendous force traveled along the spear to Bai Qi's arm, as if he had been struck by a ferocious beast. Bai Qi's entire body flew backward, and the spear he was holding almost slipped from his grasp.

"So strong!"

Bai Qi flew backwards for four or five meters, barely managing to stop himself thanks to the force of the ground. The desire to fight burned fiercely in his eyes.

Only by constantly challenging stronger opponents can one break through their own limits and step into new horizons.

Bai Qi has never been one to shy away from challenges; on the contrary, the stronger the enemy, the stronger his fighting spirit becomes.

With a flame of desire burning in his eyes, Bai Qi grabbed his spear and charged forward once more.

The black dragon in the arena had already entered a complete domination mode. Seemingly feeling that the Azure Scale Greatsword wasn't enough, the black dragon simply threw it aside, grabbed the one-eyed man's golden hook, and swung it violently, causing the one-eyed man to follow in Bai Qi's footsteps.

He casually knocked away the one-eyed creature, not even glancing at it, his attention already focused on the other two.

Because of his actions, the hunchbacked old man's iron crutch and Fu Jiu's Tang sword were already upon him.

Fu Jiu did not use the spiritual weapon he had acquired immediately. He always wanted to keep a trump card for himself. If he used it too early, it would not be so easy to launch a surprise attack later.

"Dang~"

A heavy iron crutch slammed into the black dragon's back, managing to shatter a corner of a dragon scale. On the other side, a Tang sword pierced the black dragon scale, but it only managed to create a crack before being unable to advance any further.

As expected, Fu Jiu smiled bitterly. Ordinary weapons posed a limited threat to experts above the fourth rank. Whether they could even break through the opponent's defenses was a big question, let alone kill them.

"It hurts a bit," Black Dragon said with a grin.

Pain? Of course it's a lie; I'm just teasing them.

If it were anyone else, they might have played with them a little longer, but Black Dragon didn't have that patience.

He gripped Fu Jiu's Tang sword tightly, the black dragon scales on his arm slightly opening, and with a sudden burst of strength, he snapped it in two with a "crack".

"Hi~"

Fu Jiu gasped in shock. He had actually crushed the Tang sword with his bare hands. Was this the power a fourth-tier cultivator should possess?

In his previous life, he had not experienced the fourth rank, but he had seen many fourth rank cultivators. The black dragon's power was among the top of all the fourth rank cultivators he had ever seen.

"Damn it!" Sensing the black dragon's movement, Fu Jiu immediately controlled his body to dodge, but it was still too late.

It felt like his body had been hit by a speeding truck, and a mouthful of fresh blood gushed out of his throat.

Black Dragon's hands moved without stopping. He grabbed the iron cane in the hunchbacked old man's hand, and with a flick of his arm, the man flew dozens of meters away.

With Black Dragon's fourth-tier strength, bullying these third-tier weaklings was effortless, like a high school student deliberately going to a kindergarten to bully the children, almost one punch per child.

However, after enjoying the moment for so long, there will eventually be a price to pay.

High school students who bully a few children have to worry about whether the kindergarten teacher will come knocking on their door, let alone the fact that the trap set by Black Dragon's opponent is far more complicated than imagined.

Black Dragon had now unleashed his full potential, focusing on thoroughly beating these few ants who dared to provoke him.

Fu Jiu and the others were also struggling to cope. If they hadn't fought each other a few times beforehand and had some tacit understanding when working together, they might have been caught off guard by the Black Dragon and killed.

Unbeknownst to Black Dragon, the battlefield had been quietly moved to the side of the burning abandoned factory.

The lower-ranking members of the Dragon Slayer Pavilion had long since retreated, and even Li Si was not qualified to join such a battle.

Thus, the orange flames seemed to become the sole witness to this battle.

Black Dragon looked at the four people who had fallen before him and laughed wildly. Without a doubt, he was the final victor.

"Third-tier trash should act like trash! Why don't you just lie there obediently on the ground?!"

Just as Heilong was riding high, something unexpected happened.

Suddenly, a crack appeared in the raging sea of ​​fire, and a figure flew out, letting out a loud shout.

"Dragon-Slaying Technique!!"