Lord Of Martial Arts

Whether it would work or not did not matter, and Darren had to take the chance and at least give it a try.

"Have a look at this, you little bastard," Darren yelled.

He then pulled out the colorful flag and waved it around for all to see.

"Woo, woo, woo!"

The black cat sprang up as if his tail had been stepped on, hissing with the hair on his back standing straight up.

This reaction gave Darren a little more confidence. The cat's fear of the flag was quite obvious now.

"Don't act so slick, brat. Get rid of that flag and let's have a fair duel!"

Puff!

Darren couldn't help but laugh.

'You're as powerful as the five-clawed golden dragon. What sort of fair duel could we possibly have?' he thought to himself, incredulous at this request.

"Could you be more ridiculous? Have you tried?" Darren said with contempt and mockery, feigning his true nervousness at the gap in their power.

The black cat hissed again and revealed his claws, scratching five deep slashes into the ground and staring fiercely at Darren.

"Are you not aware of the rules? If I were to fight you, my strength would be suppressed to the level that is a third more than your own. Do you really want to cheat and use that flag? Even if you were to win with it, you won't be able to reach the space of inheritance," said the black cat coldly.

"Ha-ha," Darren chuckled disdainfully. "If you're so afraid, why not just admit defeat right now? That way, your life will be spared."

He did not believe that the cat's strength would be suppressed. He would not allow himself to believe it.

"Everyone, someone wants to be a cheater. Come out and kill him!"

growled the black cat, baring his teeth.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

The other eleven beasts leapt down from the walls and circled Darren, surrounding him entirely. He had no escape except through them by force.

Darren took a quick glance around and found that these strange looking beasts all seemed to be even more powerful than the black cat. This was now getting to be a little more than he had bargained for.

"Put the flag down and fight fairly with the cat. Do as we say, or we will be forced to rip you to shreds," yelled one of the Archean beasts in a hoarse and flat voice.

"Damn you!" Darren yelled back, glaring at the beast. "Tear me apart if you can, but don't try to coax me like a child!"

"Your stubbornness knows no bounds! Go to hell then!"

Roar! Roar! Roar!

All twelve Archean beasts roared at once. The force of their resonating roars almost shattered Darren to pieces.

Immediately, Darren infused his god's sense into the colorful flag and abruptly waved it around in retaliation.

A peculiar force was thrown out of it,

suddenly decreasing the twelve streams of fierce pressure.

To Darren's disappointment, however, the colorful flag appeared to have only weakened the momentum of the roars by less

ren was overjoyed, this was fantastic news.

"No, they have not, unfortunately. It was just our beloved turtle man who stood up and came to our aid. If it weren't for him, we would surely have been swallowed by the black dog." Weber looked back over his shoulder with admiration filling his eyes as he spoke.

The crowd separated to make a path, and a lame turtle slowly crawled through the middle.

It was the old lame turtle!

On the back of the lame turtle was Jeremy jumping happily.

This confused Darren. How had the lame turtle, a battle beast in the first space, come here?

Not just that, it was the lame turtle who had helped his friends take care of the black dog and rescued them from harm. But how could he fight here?

"Roar!"

"Aooo! Aooo!"

"Ah!"

The twelve beasts behind Darren suddenly roared and howled furiously, clearly roused by something.

Their powerful, vicious roars sent Darren flying through the air.

Fortunately, Weber and the others reacted quickly and caught him before any real damage was done.

After the explosion of roars, the twelve beasts and Darren's companions all quieted down and the entire hall fell dead silent.

The lame turtle continued crawling slowly, finally stopping before the beasts.

A stalemate seemed to have been reached between both sides, each standing on opposite ends, staring each other down like resolute statues.

The black cat was the first to make a move and end the painfully long pause.

He moved so fast that one could not even see what had happened. He had hurled himself at the lame turtle.

This was a worrying sight for Darren. Would this lame turtle be a match for these twelve fierce beasts?

"Boss, you have finally returned, I have missed you so much."

To the astonishment of both Darren and his companions, the black cat had stopped by the turtle's side and grasped his front foot gently, wailing and whining as he groveled.