Chapter 857: Fighting Arnold
Max smirked, his eyes unwavering. "So what if I did? So what if I didn’t?"
Arnold’s eyes gleamed with certainty as his smile turned sharp. "It seems you did obtain the Fish Dragon Grass. Very good. Then I’ll kill you here and take it for myself."
"Just you?" Max smiled coldly, pretending to be disdainful. His tone sharpened as he spoke, every word like a blade. "Arnold, do you know what I decided before entering this secret domain? I swore to kill every single member of the Thunder Monarch Hall who came for my life—and you’re no exception."
Unexpectedly, Arnold laughed. It wasn’t forced or angry—it was calm and confident, the laugh of someone who believed victory was already in their hands. "Max, I already expected you would say something like that," he said slowly, his voice dripping with smugness. "Which is why I already notified the brothers nearby before coming here. Let’s see where you can run this time."
"Then I will kill you before they come," Max said coldly, his eyes flashing like sharpened blades.
Arnold raised an eyebrow at the sudden boldness, slightly surprised that Max dared to provoke him even when reinforcements were on the way. But Max didn’t give him a chance to respond. His figure blurred, Dragon Scales Transformation activating instantly, black glowing scales appearing across his body like armor forged by ancient dragons.
His aura surged explosively, raw power flooding the air as he unleashed the full might of his 700 Draconic Essences. The ground beneath him cracked and the air distorted as he charged forward, his fist clenched tightly, striking with devastating force aimed straight at Arnold’s chest.
The void itself seemed to groan from the sheer pressure of that punch, and Arnold’s expression changed for the first time since he arrived. He had assumed Max was strong, but this level of power—just from advancing two small levels—was beyond what he had expected.
At the entrance of the secret domain, Arnold had been absolutely confident that he could kill Max in one strike if needed, but now, that confidence faltered.
Still, Arnold was a genius, not one who wavered easily. His mind was sharp and unyielding, his resolve forged by years of battles. Even knowing that Max’s strength had skyrocketed, he refused to retreat.