Lord Of Martial Arts

"I admit defeat,"

the blue-armored commander said in a strained voice.

"Good job, Darren!"

The disciples from the Sacred Palace were all overjoyed.

Darren's victories reminded them of Lord Donald's and they marveled at his strength.

However, in the end, Lord Donald himself was bested by a commander who had just became a junior holy warrior during the battle that day.

"Darren, you must take caution. Three of the remaining commanders have just become junior holy warriors. If you find yourself incapable of defeating them, you must retreat. Don't put yourself in jeopardy." Finley's voice rang out in Darren's mind.

"Don't worry. I have a few tricks up my sleeve," Darren replied confidently.

"You are indeed a great warrior, Darren. It's a pity that you're against the Cross Expeditionary Force. You would have been a great part of our team. I would have been able to turn you into a junior holy warrior," the middle-aged man said nonchalantly.

"I despise the Cross Expeditionary Force, and how dare you suggest I need your help to become a junior holy warrior?"

Darren said flippantly, crossing his arms. The middle-aged man before him could not match his avatar's strength yet he had the audacity to talk to him like this.

"Ha! It's finally my turn." Another commander stepped forward.

"Get back!"

Darren yelled.

The commander who came forward was one of the two that Finley had injured.

Some of his wounds had healed and he was itching to fight Darren.

Darren looked down on him in disdain. In his mind, fighting with this commander would only be a waste of time.

"What? What do you mean?" The man gritted his teeth, seething with anger.

"You're weaker than the blue-armored commander I just defeated! Why should I bother with you?" Darren retorted harshly.

"Go to hell!" The commander deeply resented being looked down upon, so he rushed towards Darren without a second thought.

The Reincarnation Holy Will burst out from Darren's body. Swirls of dark gold and olive-black light twirled together and hit the man.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The commander was hit with a series of blasts and the power overwhelmed him.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a Holy Will rushed out and shielded the commander from Darren's powerful attack. If it were not for this Holy Will, he would have been blasted into smithereens.

Darren had defeated his opponent with only one move!

The commander's mutilated body was lifted out of the battlefield.

"Don't you think that was too much? He is badly injured!"

Darren whirled towards the direction of the voice. The one who spoke was on

out and thick smoke rose straight to the sky.

Lights began flashing, making everything hard to see. No one else, save for Finley and the middle-aged man, knew what was going on.

The fight lasted for a long time. The middle-aged man furrowed his brow.

Using his spiritual sense, he could feel that Darren's dragon body was badly injured, but he had not lost the fight just yet.

In spite of the attacks directed at him, Darren began to get stronger.

The center of the battlefield was a disaster.

Darren's dragon tail was wounded, but he was still strong enough to use it to keep the three commanders at bay.

Fizz!

One of the commanders hurled a long spear towards Darren and hit him in his dragon arm.

"Damn you! You all deserve to die!"

Darren grew irritated.

Buzz.

In a second, hundreds of dragon shadows shot out in all directions.

"Humph, it's just the inheritance skill of the Dragon Blood Clan. Big deal."

When Theodore used the inheritance skill of the Dragon Blood Clan, he was still defeated by Henderson.

In their minds, since Darren's dragon body was not as strong as Theodore's, Darren probably also had less avatars.

The next few moments for them, however, were filled with dread. Darren's dragon body multiplied into three thousand dragon avatars.

Darren could achieve this because Kirk had helped him master the Avatar Rule. Darren had practiced this until he could perfect it, and it came in handy for him now.

"Kill!"

The three commanders were still unfazed. They flew to smash a few dragon avatars using their skill.

"Fusion!"

"Augmented Attack Bloodline, one thousand times!"

Boom.

The entire void trembled, and more than two thousand dragon shadows fused together.