Magical Strategist

After hearing the suggestion, Abian laughed and said, "You're not going to dodge or block my punch? Do you look down on me, your little dad, or are you too confident in yourself?"

"You just need to answer me, accept it or not." Zhenlong replied.

Teresa was a little anxious, and quickly stood up and said, "Are you crazy? The chicken-headed tiger fist is extremely powerful, and if you get hit, you will be smashed to pieces!"

"Of course I know." A look of disdain flashed in Zhenlong's eyes, and he smiled and replied, "Sister Sha, don't worry, just watch from the side."

"How can I not worry? No, if you must compete, let me fight him." Teresa said. In terms of strength, the Holy Spear Sister and the Chicken Head are both top-level masters, one is a musketeer and the other is a boxer. It will take a long time to determine who will win in a fight.

"Don't you trust me?" Zhen Long said confidently. His deep purple eyes revealed an irresistible magic.

"I... understand. I'll trust you." Out of obedience to her superior's orders, Teresa retreated obediently and began to pray...

Haha… Abian laughed recklessly, as if he was laughing at the flames. The powerful laughter seemed to collapse the cave. Then, he exerted all his strength, and his muscles swelled up, seeming to burst the white tights.

Boom! The golden fighting spirit burst out of his body, forming a huge airflow that spread out in all directions. With a clatter, the thick pile of gold coins on the ground rolled up like waves, with a crisp and pleasant sound.

What a strong fighting spirit! Although he was injured, he still had such great strength. It was not difficult to imagine how amazing he was in his prime! He was indeed a rare fighter. No wonder Sister Sha wanted to recruit him. Zhenlong couldn't help but praise Abian's strength. In terms of the strength of fighting spirit alone, even if he was in his prime, he might not be able to match him.

Under the pressure of Abian's fighting spirit, Zhenlong was a little overwhelmed. His blood vessels swelled and he felt like they were about to burst. It was so uncomfortable. This was the difference in strength! Before the other party even threw a punch, he had already exposed himself to many flaws.

Puff! The dragon's throat suddenly felt hot and he spat out a mouthful of blood. It must have been the pressure that caused his blood to flow backwards and out of his mouth.

If this goes on, not to mention taking a punch from Abian, I'm afraid he won't even be able to withstand the pressure of his fighting spirit.

"Damn it!" The real dragon cursed inwardly. How could he have expected that the fighting spirit of the chicken head would be so strong.

"Lieyan, you look really ugly like this, hahaha." Abian said with a smile.

The real dragon wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, smiled, and responded: "Stop talking nonsense, attack with your strongest fist."

"Don't worry, of course it's the strongest fist! I guarantee you'll enjoy it!" Abian shouted: "Tiger Power!"

After the roar, the golden fighting spirit suddenly increased in strength, and its color suddenly changed to earthy gold.

It was difficult for Theresa to stay awake under such pressure. Her cheeks flushed and her body was covered in sweat, but she managed to cope with it with difficulty.

Compared to the Holy Lance Sister, the True Dragon was in a much more miserable state. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and then his legs were uncontrollable and he walked drunkenly. The organs in his body had already been messed up, and he could clearly feel that something was blocking his throat, which could be his heart or his stomach. He needed more time to adjust in order to stay conscious.

However, Abian would never give the real dragon a chance to adjust. He raised his fist and shouted angrily: "Tiger Fist, the tiger destroys the heroes!"

A punch was thrown, and the whistling sound of the wind, accompanied by a huge shock wave, approached the real dragon. If you look closely, the shock wave is like a hungry tiger that is determined to swallow its prey alive!

The thick pile of gold coins on the ground were swept into the air, forming a huge golden wave. Clatter, clatter, clatter... and slapped towards the top of the real dragon's head.

This is the most brutal of the Thirteen Tiger Fists - Tiger Destroys All Heroes! Once hit, no matter who it is, if they do not take proper defense, they will be beaten to pieces. Abian was confident of victory and sneered.

boom! Wow!

The tiger-shaped shock wave and the flying gold coins hit the real dragon at the same time, completely submerging him.

"No!" Teresa covered her mouth, her face pale, and tears of despair immediately welled up in her eyes. You know, the possibility of survival after being attacked to that extent is extremely small, not to mention a real dragon that has lost its magic power!

"You're asking for trouble... But having said that, you keep your word, you're a real man, I respect you." Abian retracted his golden fighting spirit and took a deep breath. Hearing the sad cry, he turned around and said to Theresa, "What's there to cry about? A man who gambles his life for his decision, it's glorious to die. Look at the brothers behind me, who didn't die for implementing his own morality? Don't worry, although I'm a bandit, I'm not a man without loyalty. I will erect a monument for Lieyan here to show my respect for him."

"I don't need any broken monument!" Teresa stopped crying and stared at Abian angrily. At the same time, she had the Starry Sky Splitting Gun in her hand, ready to pull the trigger at any time.

"Do you want to fight with me too?" Abian asked.

"Give him back to me, give him back to me!" Theresa lost control and roared. "You have no grudge against Lil the True Dragon, why did you kill him? In your eyes, don't you know who should die and who shouldn't die? Now Gangyi is rampant, bullying ordinary people, and slaughtering loyal people in Middle-earth, and he just wants to overthrow Gangyi's hero. Don't you know the difference between good and evil? Kael Albion, I misjudged you!" Theresa raised her gun and pointed it at Albion. "In that case, I have no choice but to get rid of you here!"

"He is a hero and I am a bandit, how can they be compared? I am too lazy to get involved with the Alliance of Fortitude and the Middle-earth Alliance. Everyone has his own moral principles to uphold, and so do I! If you want to avenge him, then risk your life and fight me. Don't keep trying to scare me with a gun. I won't fall for that." Abian said firmly.

Just as the Holy Lance Sister and the Chicken Head were about to start fighting, a shaky body quietly approached Abian...

Abian suddenly felt something hard pressing against his back, and soon the strength in his body was inexplicably drained away.

"What!" Abian was shocked.

"Hey, hey, looking around before the battle is over is like sticking your neck out for the opponent to chop. You lose!" Zhenlong took back the Love Moon Umbrella that was on Abian's back. He saw that except for a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, his body was completely unharmed.

Abian was so shocked that he couldn't speak. He just looked at the real dragon in a trance. He must have felt so incredible. Who could be hit by the tiger and destroy the heroes without any damage? I'm afraid the only one who could be left unscathed was the man in front of him named Lier Zhenlong.

"Are you convinced?" Zhenlong said with a smile.

Abian laughed, a little embarrassed. In the end, he could only nod his head silently. "I accept the loss. Everything here belongs to you. Take it all."