C25 â Sinister Six
âHeh, foolish humans, all you have is a sharp tongue.â
Sinister Six let out a cold laugh, his blood-red eyes brimming with lethal intent.
The more advanced the creature, the more challenging the progression.
Take the scarlet macaw, for instance, which requires the Arctic Banyan from the Diamond Realm just to reach the first rank.
And each subsequent upgrade is tougher than the last.
Thatâs merely for the elite. What about a leader, or a Lord?
Or even a king?
Currently, Gator and Goldie need a tremendous amount of energy to level up even one star rank. Without the system tackling the major hurdle of rank, theyâd likely be stuck at the second rank for quite some time.
The Blood-Eye Demon Tiger, being of Lord quality as a spirit animal, is no exception.
Despite his formidable combat strength, heâs capped at the fifth rank with five stars.
The resources and effort required to ascend to the sixth rank are immense.
Nevertheless, heâs more than capable of handling two leaders and a low-level Lord.
âHuman, meet your end!â
Sinister Six bellowed, his Lordly presence radiating outward.
In an instant, the red-haired gorilla went slack, nearly dropping to his knees in submission.
Fong Juâs spirit animal fared no better, its pupils shrinking and neck fur bristling.
The dominance of a Lord over a leader was terrifyingly unexpected.
A seventh-rank leader seemed almost powerless before a fifth-rank Lord.
âLittle runt, figured out how you want to die yet?â
Sinister Six couldnât be bothered to glance at the leaders, instead turning to taunt Goldie.
âLittle chick⦠are you talking to me?â
Goldie paused, scanning the surroundings, only to find that he seemed to fit the âlittle chickâ description.
âItâs you whoâs the little chick, your whole familyâs a bunch of little chicks!â
With a screech, Goldie transformed into a bolt of lightning, closing the distance to Sinister Six in a flash.
Sssst!
His attack was razor-sharp, slicing through Sinister Sixâs hide.
Goldieâs transformation from elite to Lord through two evolutions had drastically amplified his attributes and skills to an almost ludicrous degree.
Among his peers, only the regal dragon species could hope to overpower him.
With a swift maneuver, Sinister Sixâs neck was ripped open, gushing bright red blood that stained the ground a deep crimson. Yet, the wound miraculously healed in under two seconds.
âLittle Chick, Iâll concede youâre strong,â Sinister Six sneered, his tiger-like face dripping with scorn. âBut often, size equates to combat prowess. The same strike from me would leave a wound dozens of times larger on you. A hit from you barely tickles, while one from me could split you in two. Whatâs your move?â
Before Sinister Six could finish his taunt, a green blur streaked by, followed by a sharp snap.
Crack!
The blow was swift, vicious, and merciless. Sinister Six reeled from the pain as several teeth were knocked loose.
âWhoâs there?â
Sinister Six bellowed, his blood-red eyes locked onto Zhou Muâs position.
âAnother Lord, and a dragon species at that?â
Gator revealed itself, no longer concealing the majestic aura of a true dragon, which made Sinister Sixâs eyelids twitch uncontrollably. Dragons were the epitome of invincibility, unmatched by any spirit animal at the same level, and even the rare god and demon species paled in comparison.
âHad you been at the fifth rank, Iâd have retreated without a second thought. But youâre merely third rankâ¦â Sinister Sixâs voice dripped with malice as he suppressed his astonishment. âIâll give you one chance to leave, and Iâll let bygones be bygones. Otherwise, donât blame me for not holding back.â
The Gator responded with a disdainful hiss, its round eyes conveying utter contempt.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âYouâre asking for it!â
Though Gator couldnât articulate words, Sinister Six got the message loud and clear. Overcome with rage, he lunged forward.
The Gator met his advance with equal ferocity. Its slender tail sliced through the air, striking Sinister Six squarely.
Thud!
The sound was heavy and jarring, the impact immense. Sinister Six tumbled to the side, his nose smashed, one eye bursting, a picture of utter defeat.
Gator was anything but at ease. Its tailâs scales were sent flying, exposing the raw flesh beneath. The very tip burst open, leaving the stark white bones exposed to the air. Zhou Muâs heart twisted in pain at the sight of Gatorâs condition. Yet, he couldnât approach; he had to keep his distance. The fallout from the clash of the two Lords alone could leave him gravely injured. Any attempt to intervene would only add to Gatorâs troubles and be of no help.
âDamn it!â Zhou Muâs fists tightened in frustration, seething with rage at the Sinister Sixâs malevolence and his own helplessness.
âRoar!â âHiss!â The simultaneous roars and hisses marked the Lordsâ renewed confrontation. Sinister Six clamped its jaws onto Gatorâs tail, while Gator coiled its body around its adversary. Meanwhile, Gator wasnât just playing defense. A cloud of green poison mist furiously spewed at Sinister Six, and Gatorâs four sharp fangs plunged deep into its neck.
The tide seemed to turn in Gatorâs favor. Barring any unforeseen events, Gator would likely emerge victorious but not without sustaining severe injuries in the process of killing Sinister Six. However, reality can be far harsher than oneâs expectations. Realizing it was trapped in a fight to the death, Sinister Six resolved to go down fighting.
âYou think killing me is that easy? Hahahaha, letâs go down together!â The tigerâs maw echoed with maniacal laughter. What skill Sinister Six had unleashed was unknown, but its body began to swell rapidly, forcibly stretching Gatorâs body.
âCrack!â âCrack!â The sound of fabric tearing filled the air as Gatorâs scales shattered and its sturdy frame was ripped open with gashes. If this continued, Gatorâs body would be severed into pieces, and even if it miraculously survived, full recovery would be a distant hope.
Without a momentâs hesitation, Zhou Mu forcefully returned Gator to the protective confines of the Soul Contractâs special space.
âHeh, is that it? Whereâs your pride now? Your bravery? Gone?â Sinister Six sneered, the dark Qi swirling around it as its body continued to bloat.
âI wonât gamble with its life. In the end, death is the most Iâll face.â
Zhou Muâs face was a mask of impassivity, yet inside, he was ready to make a break for it.
If he didnât intervene, Gator stood a chance of dying, and then heâd be forced to confront the Sinister Six directly.
Taking Gator into his care meant a head-on battle with the Sinister Six either way.
The end result would be the same, so why let Gator die needlessly?
Deep down, of course, there was another reason.
Gator shared his bloodline, making him the closest thing to family he had in this unfamiliar world.
He wanted Gator to survive, to continue living alongside him.
âWow, such a profound bond between master and servant!â Sinister Six taunted, clicking his tongue in a mocking tone, his face twisted with derision.
âAnd if it were that little chick, would you make the same choice?â