Chapter 550 — A Demigod Battles a True God
The Beast-Taming Craftsman · Page 5 of 8
"Roger!" Under the bizarre stares of Sen Nian and the Green Dragon next door, the Cyan Floss Worm teleported to the position of Fan Ba of the Star Refining Race, opened a dimensional space, and from it a strange green liquid streamed continuously, dripping into Fan Ba's body.
"Cough, cough." After a moment, Fan Ba regained consciousness. The instant it did, it shot to its feet, warily scanning its surroundings—and then it saw Eleven, holding the spoils of war.
It... it had lost.
Losing was not unfamiliar to Fan Ba. When it had taken part in the God-Sealing War, it had lost to even stronger opponents.
But to lose so absurdly, so miserably—that was a first. It still could hardly believe that one day it would be defeated by an opponent relying purely on physical strength!
"Yii yii yii!!" Eleven picked up the spiked club, weighed it curiously, then trotted forward on its little feet and handed it to the Purple-Skinned Hole-Dweller.
"Don't be discouraged. All of its skills are physique-type skills—raw physical power is its strongest suit. You're already very strong. Let's be friends and fight again next time," Buggy encouraged from the side.
"———" The Purple-Skinned Hole-Dweller fell silent, and then stayed silent. Really?
In this universe, was there really a monster that cultivated only the body?
Even the Cosmic Giant Beast Race, with the strongest bodies in the entire universe, still cultivated other attribute powers, didn't they?
"I lost———" After a moment, it heaved a long sigh, forced to admit that its skills were inferior. Coming to train across the various realms was indeed the right call—there truly was always a higher heaven. Apart from those monsters who regularly competed in the God-Sealing War, there were, it turned out, so many nameless freaks in other tournaments as well.
"Fine, I'll be your friend," it said. "We'll fight again next time."
Next time, it absolutely would not lose.
At this moment, it seemed to have already seen Eleven's limit.
Beyond that, it also looked toward the dumbfounded Sen Nian and Green Dragon beside it, its expression unfriendly.
You two bastards, you set me up, didn't you?
It refused to believe that with combat strength like Eleven's, defeating a mere Canglan Green Dragon was only a narrow victory!
That punch, powerful enough to blast a small planet to smithereens, could have smashed the Green Dragon to pulp in a single blow.
"Th-th-that..." At this moment, Sen Nian gulped madly and said, "Could you... count us in too..."
Frankly, he wanted to make a friend too.
Strong. Too strong. Whether it was Fan Ba of the Star Refining Race or this Iron-Eating Beast Eleven, they were both strong as monsters. He and Gorka—if they wanted to make friends with monsters like these, only then could they improve faster!!
"You two are too weak." The Purple-Skinned Hole-Dweller spoke mercilessly. If not for these two bastards falsifying information, would it have been blasted flying by its opponent in the very first exchange?
Sen Nian and the Green Dragon: "Merciless..."
"No." Eleven also refused. Not a single one of the Green Dragon's skills appealed to it; there was simply no compatibility with its own.
Unlike this Purple-Skinned Hole-Dweller—whether it was the Star Refining Technique or the Control of Darkness, it liked them all.
Sen Nian and the Green Dragon screamed inwardly: Merciless!!!
"Jii!! (Don't lose heart, come back after you've gotten stronger!)" Buggy lay on Eleven's shoulder and shook its head. Work hard, train up a top-tier wood-element divine skill, and maybe Ginseng Baby will be your friend!
Sen Nian and the Green Dragon's morale utterly collapsed. They felt ostracized—worse than losing the battle.
"Big bro with the spiked club, leave us your contact info—we'll invite you out to eat another day and spar again!!" Eleven waved its hand, eager to establish a friendship with Fan Ba of the Star Refining Race.