Typically, a Foundation Establishment cultivator could easily slaughter a hundred Spiritual Vein Realm opponents, while even a hundred Spiritual Vein Realm cultivators together couldn't scratch a Foundation Establishment master.
But… there were always exceptions.
In both the Human and Sea Tribes, some individuals were born with extraordinary physiques—be it elemental spiritual bodies, powerful bloodlines, or ancient inheritance bones.
Deep Sea King Ronar himself had witnessed a Sea Tribe member with the fearsome bloodline of an ancient sea creature. This individual, even at the Spiritual Vein Realm, could suppress Foundation Establishment cultivators.
In just a century, Ronar had managed to step into the Foundation Establishment Realm. Yet that bloodline carrier had already reached the peak of the Sea of Wheels Realm, becoming a ruler among the Sea Tribe.
Such was the disparity brought by innate constitutions.
Now, standing before Ronar was He Yiming, whose lightning attacks contained traces of heavenly thunder. The only explanation for this was the Heavenly Thunder Body, one of the most formidable thunder-based physiques.
"Ha-ha-ha-ha! Truly, the heavens favor me!"
"A genius possessing the Heavenly Thunder Body has appeared before me! What a pity that you haven't had ten more years to grow. If you reached Foundation Establishment, you would be undefeatable to me! But now…"
"Eating you, absorbing your bloodline—I will surely gain the power of the Heavenly Thunder Body! Ha-ha-ha-ha!"
Ronar's eyes locked onto He Yiming with savage intent.
"This is bad," He Yiming thought, his expression darkening.
Heavenly Thunder Technique was his trump card. Yet not only had it failed to kill Ronar, it had made him a prime target.
The ensuing battle was utterly one-sided. He Yiming found himself suppressed at every turn, narrowly evading death several times thanks to his Armament Haki.
Even when He Yiming attempted the Heavenly Thunder Technique again, Ronar, now wary, easily dodged it each time. His speed was simply too overwhelming.
"Hold on, Brother Ming! You got this!"
"Somebody think of something!"
"Let's rush him together!"
The players were panicked, but their attempts to intervene ended in disaster.
Any player who tried to aid He Yiming was instantly obliterated by Ronar's casual attacks.
"Frost Arrow!"
No. 1 Frost Mage in the Nation launched another Frost Arrow, only for it to pass harmlessly through Ronar's afterimage.
A recently revived Wang Lufei attempted to block Ronar but was reduced to a bloodstain in a single charge.
"Game over, man! Brother Ming's going down in a few moves!"
"This epic quest is toast…"
He Yiming was covered in blood, his injuries severe. The players were losing hope.
Just then, a loud voice rang out.
"I'm here!"
Everyone turned to see Niu Roumian emerge from a tunnel.
"Damn it! I got lost in this stupid dam built by my own people. What a joke…" Niu Roumian muttered, clearly frustrated.
While the other players had long since left after ambushing the Sea Tribe, he had somehow managed to wander in circles within the dam for ages.
"Brother Mian is here!"
"Finally, some backup!"
"But what can Brother Mian even do? Brother Ming's still doomed!"
The players' mixed reactions ranged from hope to resignation.
Even Ronar noticed the commotion. Casting a glance at Niu Roumian, he saw yet another Body Refinement weakling.
Insignificant.
Dismissing him, Ronar refocused on He Yiming, intending to finish the battle within moments.
"Hey, you overgrown green fish! Come fight me!"
Niu Roumian's taunt rang out, causing Ronar to pause mid-step.
"Green fish… dumbass?"
Ronar's expression darkened. For a moment, he considered turning to kill Niu Roumian.
But he suppressed his anger, maintaining his composure.
Despite his earlier displays of savagery and arrogance, Ronar was a cautious and meticulous warrior.
It was his prudence that had allowed him to sense the danger of the Heavenly Thunder Technique and minimize its damage.
"You think I'll fall for your provocation? Ha-ha-ha!" Ronar sneered, ignoring the insult.
But…
"Wow, the big green fish is scared, huh?"
"Damn, you guys killed too fast earlier. Now the dumb fish doesn't even have the guts to turn around!"
"Ah, being undefeated is so lonely! Sea Tribe, why are you all so dumb?"
Niu Roumian's voice dripped with mockery, each word piercing Ronar's nerves like needles.
"You cowardly Sea Tribe! I'll just stand here, unarmed. Think you can touch a hair on my head?"
"Huh? You won't? What are you afraid of?"
The players caught on immediately.
"Brother Mian's trash-talking is god-tier!"
"Keep going, Brother Mian! Don't stop!"
"Hail Brother Mian, our MVP!"
"Big green fish, I'll even lie down! Wanna try hitting me?"
"Yeah, hit us if you dare!"
"Ha-ha-ha!"
The players joined in, unleashing a barrage of taunts and jeers.
If they couldn't beat Ronar in combat, they'd destroy him verbally.
Ronar's patience wore thin as veins bulged on his forehead.
Until… Niu Roumian delivered the final blow.
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