Outside the training grounds of District 83, there were a few people walking over. The leader was a middle-aged Dragon Warrior with long green hair. His pair of green eyes were extremely terrifying, like a venomous snake filled with sinister vulture.
Behind him were a few youths, all of them wearing precious dao treasure armor. They were in high spirits and had arrogant expressions on their faces. They exuded a sense of superiority, especially when they looked at Liang Teng's pitiful group of over a thousand people.
Of course, they knew the background of the 83rd tribe. It could be said that … they had no background, but it was said that their real combat power was not bad. Every time there was a battle of potential, someone would come to suppress this team. So this time, they were no exception.
Of course, it was not that the Ninth Tribe was afraid of the Battle Dragon Tribe, but they wanted to preserve their strength for the later battles. They had to win the first battle beautifully, so they came here during their break.
The battles outside had already started. After all, this battle of potential was going to take a long time. Of course, the Battle Dragon Clan was not particularly lucky. Their battles were in the first few battles, and it would probably be their turn in less than two days.
Cheers and sounds of battle were already coming from outside.
They also wanted that kind of cheers.
But every time, they were not fated.
At this moment, they all stood up. The most disgusting thing had come. This green-haired middle-aged man was definitely a member of the Ninth Tribe.
Hatred and anger filled their young hearts. They united and looked at the few people coming towards them coldly.
That green-haired middle-aged warrior led a few youths, unscrupulously and condescendingly until they were twenty meters in front of them. The few noble youths were teasing each other in a very relaxed manner, not even glancing in their direction. That green-haired middle-aged man swept his gaze over the crowd and said in a condescending tone, "Eighty-three tribes? Where's your teacher leading the team? Let him come out and see me."
This person was a Wind Moon General of the Wind Moon Army. He had reached the Six Paths of Reincarnation and was proficient in the power of the six paths. He was also a little famous in Slaughter Dragon City. His name was Mu Huan.
He asked, but no one on Liang Teng's side answered him.
Mu Huan saw the hatred in the eyes of these young people and could not help but sneer.
At this time, a young girl beside him said, "Second Uncle, their reputation is quite bad. I'm afraid that no one is willing to lead them. Why don't you just find the leader and teach him a lesson? We still have to go back and prepare for the battle with the other top ten races."
The girl was wearing a colorful armor. Her skin was snow-white and she was beautiful. She was also very arrogant. She did not look at Liang Teng at all.
Mu Huan nodded and looked around. As expected, there was no one leading this group, which made things even easier. His eyes shone brightly as he said in a clear voice, "Eighty-three tribes, you must know what I am here for. As usual, they cannot win, they must suffer a crushing defeat. Let me give you a standard. Before all one thousand of your people fall, we cannot lose a hundred people. If we exceed this number, you have all experienced it, so you should know what the consequences will be."
Not only did he want Liang Teng and the others to lose, he wanted them to lose very badly. 100 people could kill 1000 of their people. What kind of level was that? In the Ninth Tribe, each person could kill 10 people.
Such humiliation caused the people of the Battle Dragon Tribe to resist strongly. Their faces were all green. Their young hearts were already burning. Mu Huan could definitely hear their strong will to resist.
"Mm."
He was very surprised. He did not expect these young people to dare to look at him with hatred. Newborn calves were not afraid of tigers.
Mu Huan found it funny. Now he had to scare them. So he asked, "There are so many of you. There should be a leader, right?"
His gaze swept across the crowd. It was said that there was an ultimate mystical dragon among them. His gaze instantly locked onto Liang Teng.
This lonely, cold youth gave him a sense of danger. Mu Huan could predict that he might have a very bright future. Unfortunately, he had no one to guide him. Moreover, he was going against the Ninth Tribe.
Mu Huan reached out and grabbed. A wave of the Six Paths of Righteousness pressed down on Liang Teng. With a slight tug, Liang Teng's body was pulled over with a slap. Mu Huan did not say anything. He directly stepped on Liang Teng's face with his huge foot, crushing him. With his tyrannical strength, not only was Liang Teng unable to resist, but his face was also covered in blood.
"Boss Liang!"
Everyone cried out. Their anger had completely exploded. That anger was like a demon, causing their minds to go blank. There was only hatred left, causing them to forget everything. They only wanted to fight, only wanted to resist.
There were too many things in this world that were more important than life. For example, glory. For example, dignity. The thing they could not afford to lose was dignity.
"Let him go."
Their enraged hearts were about to explode under this torture. More than a thousand people rushed towards Mu Huan with no regard for their lives. Seeing the fierce fighting gazes of these young faces, Mu Huan felt very bored. He suddenly waved his hand, and instantly, the Six Paths of Righteousness sent more than a thousand people flying. One by one, they fell to the ground and vomited blood.
In the next moment, he kicked Liang Teng away. At this moment, the skin on Liang Teng's face was covered in blood, but his eyes were cold and filled with hatred. He was like a wild beast, and also like Long Chen. He would never forget the humiliation he had suffered today. It was caused by his uselessness.
"Boss Liang."
Everyone's eyes were filled with tears as they surrounded Liang Teng.
"I'm fine."
Liang Teng steadied himself. Everyone looked at the blood on his face and became even more furious. However, they understood even more deeply how weak they were.
Mu Huan was very satisfied after teaching them a lesson. He said in a low voice, "You all saw it. I did not give you any chance to refuse. You all must lose, and you must lose miserably. Otherwise, your entire team will be disbanded and you will all be expelled from Slaughter Dragon City. Among you, if you defeat more than three disciples of my ninth clan, after the battle ends, we will personally greet these people and make them beg for death. Do not doubt the veracity of my words, because they will not be able to accept such an outcome. Today, I will stop here. Lowly fools, you must remember clearly that this world is controlled by the strong. When you are still weak, you are just a pile of shit. Don't talk to me about dignity. How can a pile of shit have dignity?"
Hearing Mu Huan's words, the Battle Dragon Clan gathered together. They were very silent, and did not refute a single word. They looked at each other, and deep bewilderment appeared in their eyes. Mu Huan had the ability to make them suffer such an outcome. To them, this was such despair …
"Teacher, you are too vulgar."
A tall and sexy young girl beside him giggled. Her face was slightly red, and she exuded a noble aura.
Another girl pouted and said, "It's settled. Look at how you've scared these fools. None of them dare to speak. What ability do these 83 clans have? I think if we really fight, even a thousand of them might not be able to defeat a hundred of us."
Mu Huan smiled and said, "It's better to take precautions. After all, our goal this time is to charge into the top seven or so. We cannot waste too much energy on these insignificant people. Alright, children, follow me."
Mu Huan glared at Liang Teng and the others before turning and swaggering away. They did not even look at Liang Teng and the others again.
The expected humiliation.
They looked down on them. They humiliated them. They did not treat them as humans. They only treated them as objects to be toyed with and scolded.
The Battle Dragon Clan held each other's arms. Their eyes stared in the direction that Mu Huan and the others had left. They did not leave.
"Brothers."
Liang Teng, whose face was covered in wounds and blood, did not show any signs of pain. He gritted his teeth and said, "Today, I have understood something."
Everyone looked at him.
He swallowed his saliva and said word by word, "He is right. We are indeed dog sh * t …"
Everyone was confused.
Then, he bit his lip and continued, "That is because we have endured so many potential battles. If this is not dog sh * t, then what is? However, he was wrong about one thing. Even dog sh * t has dignity. No matter how lowly we are, we cannot allow them to trample on us. I, Liang Teng, will make them pay the price in blood."
He was a man of few words. It was already very good that he had spoken so much.
However, everyone's blood was still boiling.
They had the same ideals and beliefs.
Pang Hong waved his arms and said loudly, "That's right. So what if we die? Do we still have to live like cowards? Then what is the point of living? We call ourselves the Battle Dragon Clan. We want to fight. We want others to give us the respect we deserve. We cannot allow others to trample on us."
The humiliation and injustice were like worms crawling on their hearts. They felt extremely uncomfortable. Young people should not be like this.
In an instant, they all raised their arms.
"Are we still going to submit this time?"
"Are we still going to be clowns and let a bunch of weaklings chase us down from the arena?"
"No, absolutely not."
Luo Yan suddenly thought of Long Chen.
She said, "Even if Master cannot return, we must still learn from him and live proudly like him."
"That's right."
"Then let's kill them. Brothers, as long as we defeat them, we will have created a legend. We will be the new Ninth Clan, the top ten clans."
As long as they defeated one of the clans, they would be the first to take their title. The Ninth Clan would then become the tenth clan, or even later.
The title of the Ninth Clan made them feel like exploding.
On that day, they would unleash all their anger.
Then, they would wait for the most important battle of their lives to descend.
It was a battle to defend their dignity. They had no regrets.
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