Chapter 550 — A Demigod Battles a True God
The Beast-Taming Craftsman · Page 4 of 8
Such a spectacular scene left Sen Nian and the Green Dragon gaping, and left the weakened Fanba on the field, propping itself up on its mace, gasping for breath as it stared fixedly across...
"Jii..." At that very moment, however, Buggy let out a regretful sound. The Battle-God Body... the graver the injury, the greater the power. The leader was plainly using the pressure of the enemy's attack to temper its body...
BOOM!!!
Scarce had Buggy's thought settled when the dark star spinning and grinding against the wall exploded with a roar. At the orb's very center a vast hollow appeared, as though a cave mouth had been blasted open—a breathtaking sight. On the hollow's far side, a black-and-white bear whose body was battered into a state indistinguishable from the wall swung its arm, and the remaining star power scattered with a crash!!
WENG!!
The field fell calm. As Eleven landed with a "thud" and raised its head to look at its opponent, the expression on Fanba of the Star-Refining Race's face could no longer be described as disbelief.
"Ying..." At this moment Eleven too was panting. Seeing its opponent seemed weaker than itself, it simply walked back to the field one step at a time.
It was over...
Its Panda King Eleven... was the strongest, as expected!
"I..." Fanba of the Star-Refining Race could scarcely accept it, but then a vast pain in its abdomen robbed it of consciousness; and before it blacked out, from the corner of its eye it saw that monster called Eleven drive a punch into its stomach.
BANG!!!
The mace flew from its grip, Fanba was blasted away, smashed through the wall, and lost consciousness entirely!!
Every scene of it was transmitted clear and unmistakable by the referee robot to the Myriad Races Committee's workroom.
At this moment of birth, Director Sen and a host of Myriad Races Committee staff had, through one astonishment after another, fallen utterly silent.
"How could this be..."
"The whole time, the whole time it beat the Star-Refining Race with nothing but the power of its flesh!"
"It withstood an unsealed star weapon with its bare body, and in the end came out ahead in strength—by any measure that's absurd."
"Flesh contending against the power of stars—is this an Iron-Eating Beast or a Star-Eating Beast!!"
The office hall, dead silent a moment ago, now, as the battle drew to its close, erupted with a tide of discussion—plainly everyone was deeply puzzled by the course and outcome of this fight.
"The Light Mastery it used against the Green Dragon Gorka was a top-tier divine skill. In this battle... it never used it at all."
"If it had, how much stronger would its combat power be? Is there any hope it could fight a true god above its rank?"
Amid the crowd's gasps, Director Sen swallowed hard and thought of a certain possibility.
"This fellow—don't tell me it's treating opponents differently according to who they are, using them as sparring partners. If it had used its skills, it could absolutely have won this fight more easily. So why insist on winning in such a sorry state?"
"It was so this time, and last time too. Could it be that in every battle it never goes all out, only honing itself..."
Everyone found such a guess outrageous—relying on physique alone, using a Star-Refining Race genius with hopes of the top hundred in the God-Sealing War as a sparring partner? What a joke. Even those monsters in the top ten of the God-Sealing War who can suppress low-tier gods—could they manage that?
Just what kind of divinity was this Iron-Eating Beast clan?
Thud!
Director Sen rose from his chair and turned to leave. By the time the chair slammed against the desk, he was already out of the room, heading straight for the site of the battle.
Over at the arena, Eleven looked at its unconscious opponent and hastily called out to Buggy.
"Buggy, Buggy, give it a little medicine."