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Chapter 835: Dragon Hunt Dominator
"Thank the heavens…"
"After all these years, I've finally seen a third living person."
"Hello there, my name is Omore. May I ask what your name is, young man?"
As the seal gradually unraveled, Omore not only regained consciousness but was also able to stand from his throne. After stretching his stiff body, he gazed at the young man before him with a calm and indifferent expression.
Hmm…
He couldn't sense any danger or powerful aura from this youth.
But his warrior's intuition told him—this young man was nothing like the two level 188 humans he had personally slain years ago.
This man…
Was strong!!
Incredibly strong!!
Every cell in Omore's body trembled uncontrollably, as if he was standing before a terrifying existence far superior to him in bloodline, status, and power!
Even Omore himself found it hard to believe!
From this human, he felt a danger even greater than that of the Ten Thousand Demons Sovereigns!
A power surpassing the Sovereigns of the Ten Thousand Demons!
He had no choice but to use a playful tone on the surface to mask the nervousness and awkwardness in his heart!
"Damn it…"
"Since when did such a monstrous being arrive on the Ten Thousand Demons Continent!?"
Omore was cursing internally.
Ever since he was captured, he had been waiting patiently for his organization's elites to rescue him.
According to the plan, in half a month, the Demon Arrival Organization was set to launch a massive assault on the Ten Thousand Demons Continent.
All of the organization's peak powerhouses would participate, even joining forces with the top-tier combatants from the Ten Thousand Demons Abyss.
Their goal wasn't just to rescue Omore, the Demon Arrival Organization's candidate for leader, but also to severely damage the Ten Thousand Demons Continent and halt its progress.
Ideally, they would completely terminate the Ten Thousand Demons Endgame Project pursued by various nations.
Over the past decade, global development had stabilized, and more shattered secret realms had begun descending into this world.
It was no exaggeration to say that the past decade had seen greater advancements in class progression than the previous several thousand years combined.
With this—
Not only was the Demon Arrival Organization growing uneasy, but even the Ten Thousand Demons Abyss and its Sovereigns were feeling threatened.
Thus, this interception plan was conceived.
A full-scale strike would be launched against the Ten Thousand Demons Continent.
However…
Omore had never expected that, just before the plan could be executed, the nations would send in such a monstrous powerhouse.
Though he was a lunatic, he was still a lunatic who didn't want to die.
How could he continue his madness if he were dead?
Yet, faced with Omore's lighthearted words, Ling Zhan remained expressionless. He didn't respond, merely closing his eyes, quietly counting down the last thirty seconds before the seal was fully undone.
The young man's silence and unwillingness to engage in conversation made it clear—he was already set on killing him.
Omore's smile vanished completely, his gaze turning cold in an instant.
Then, it grew vicious and frenzied.
Since negotiation was impossible—
His only option was to fight to the death!
At that thought—
The demonic and draconic blood within Omore's body fully ignited. His form underwent complete dragonification, while the black demonic patterns on his body twisted and expanded, covering his entire form.
His aura surged violently.
His four-dimensional attributes skyrocketed.
In just three seconds, his attributes had already broken past 10 billion!
Boom!!
A terrifying pressure exploded outward in a violent storm!
As expected!
Omore's strength surpassed that of a level 190 human Professional!
Even the Merman Emperor paled in comparison to him.
No wonder the Demon Arrival Organization had chosen him as their leader's successor—his power was truly formidable.
At the very least…
If Moldes, Ye Qingling, or any of the other top ten prodigies from the Demon-Slaying Corps faced Omore, they would be dead without a doubt!
Even more crucially…
The dragon robe he wore was a sacred artifact.
As he transformed, the dragon robe shifted as well, morphing into armor that perfectly adapted to his monstrous body.
"You damned brat!"
"I'll rip your flesh from your bones!"
"You dare act cocky in front of me!?"
Omore's golden vertical pupils locked onto Ling Zhan with bloodthirsty intensity. His words were arrogant, unrestrained, and filled with madness.
It seemed that after realizing a battle was inevitable, Omore had fully embraced his insanity for a final gamble.
But Ling Zhan's expression remained unchanged. He merely rolled up his sleeves with an air of indifference.
Then, he calmly spread his hands.
Buzz!!
A pair of gauntlets materialized, covering his fists.
Clearly—
This non-specialist planned to fight his final battle in the Zero Number Abyss Tower using close-quarters combat!
When Omore saw this, his grin widened, his expression growing even more arrogant.
Melee combat!
This brat actually wanted to fight him, the Dragon Hunt Dominator, in close-quarters combat!
Haha!
He had no idea what it meant to die!
The Dragon Hunt Dominator class was universally recognized as a top-tier melee combat profession.
'Dragon Hunt' wasn't just a name—
If one's body wasn't strong enough, how could they possibly battle against dragons?
Not to mention, Omore had both demonic blood and dragon blood within him.
Not only did he possess extreme damage reduction, but his armor, magic resistance, and health pool were all absurdly high.
Compared to other classes of the same level, his maximum HP was at least 80% higher!
This alone proved just how terrifying the Dragon Hunt Dominator was in close-quarters combat!
And this human brat…
Actually intended to defeat him using that method.
Omore was confident he could end this fight in just three moves!
Absolutely no joke!
Beep! Beep! Beep!
At that moment—
The countdown before the seal was lifted reached ten seconds.
Omore crouched low, his four limbs pressing against the ground. A black dragon tail swayed behind him as he entered hunting mode.
The moment the countdown ended, he would lunge like a grim reaper and deliver a grand execution to this arrogant human!
Bang!!
Ling Zhan clashed his fists together, and the 'Blazing Flame Gauntlets' erupted with dazzling sparks.
The spectators outside held their breath.
Their eyes were filled with excitement and anticipation for this clash!
Meanwhile, the four generals on the viewing platform had solemn expressions.
If Ling Zhan could truly defeat Omore in this battle—
Then it would prove his strength was no weaker than theirs!
And he would officially earn his place as the chief instructor of the Demon-Slaying Corps!
Furthermore—
He would become the first level 160 and youngest chief instructor in the history of the Demon-Slaying Corps!
Beep!
Beep!
Beep!
Clang!!
At this moment—
The seal was lifted!
"Hah!!"
Omore let out a deep roar, his limbs fully transforming into dragon claws. With a sudden stomp, he shot forward like a cannonball, barreling straight toward Ling Zhan!