Chapter 140 - Storm’s Choice, Thunderous Battle (Part 1)

Chapter 140: Chapter 134: Storm’s Choice, Thunderous Battle (Part 1)Old Hank closed the shop door, opened an entrance to a cellar from the floor, and descended into a place where various herbs were stored.

He found a slightly larger open space, pricked his finger, and as the blood spurted out, a portal slowly formed.

"Let’s go," said Old Hank as he stepped in first, followed closely by Lu Hong.

After a moment of dizziness, Lu Hong arrived at a huge ancient arena. Though it was full of ruins, its immense scale still commanded respect.

Old Hank, standing beside Lu Hong, said, "This is the storm arena, controlled by the Thunder family. Back when the Gold family invaded, they reached here too. Fortunately, this is a small world shattered by the storm, exiled by our ancestors, hence it became the last sanctuary of our Thunder family."

"Clan Leader? You’ve returned?" Members of the Thunder family noticed the unusual spatial fluctuations and gathered around from all sides.

"Summon all the warriors of the Thunder family," commanded Old Hank, and within moments, thousands of Thunder warriors assembled in the arena.

Old Hank stepped forward and vocally announced, "Listen! The Gold family has rebelled and is surrounded by the Sacred Empire in the Duck Flower Plane. Although it’s a good time to exterminate them, the situation in Duck Flower is complicated, and we shouldn’t act rashly."

Then, pointing to Lu Hong standing behind him, Old Hank introduced, "This is a centurion of the empire called... called..."

"Called Tukuru!"

"Oh yes, called Tukuru. He has the authority to mobilize a hundred soldiers into the Duck Flower Plane, so he sought me out, wanting to cooperate with our Thunder family to completely annihilate the Gold family."

"Clan Leader, a hundred people won’t make a difference in the battle!" the moment Old Hank’s voice fell, the Thunder warriors began discussing amongst themselves.

"A difference can definitely be made, a hundred elite soldiers are sufficient for any decapitation strike. However, how many of these hundred will survive, no one can guarantee," said Old Hank. "Although I am reluctant to see members of the Thunder family sacrificed again, this is indeed a great opportunity to avenge our deep grudges."

"Clan Leader, you just tell us what to do, and we’ll do it!"

"Yes, we’ll listen to you, Clan Leader!"

The Thunder family showed immense unity in their long struggle, agreeing through their support for Old Hank.

"I really want revenge," Old Hank mused for a moment, "but I’m afraid the bloodline of Thunder dying might not be worthwhile."

"That’s why I’ve decided to duel with this young man here. If he wins the duel, it proves he has the capability to lead us in eradicating the Gold family. If he loses, the situation in the Duck Flower Plane cannot be salvaged anyway, and we needn’t make unnecessary sacrifices."

"Okay!" The Thunder warriors stepped back from the center of the arena, each striking a thunder mark into the center of the ground, activating a light dome that enveloped the arena, forming a protective barrier.

"Let’s go, this arena is fair, and it will balance according to our levels."

As Lu Hong stepped in, Old Hank’s power, originally at the Third Transition Peak, suddenly dropped to the Second Transition, second level.

"You really are weak, only at the Second Transition, second level. I’m curious what makes you confident you can change the dynamics of the Duck Flower Plane?" Old Hank uttered with some discomfort.

"You’ll know after fighting me," Lu Hong took a deep breath as the Blood Holy Sword slowly emerged from his palm.

"Nice sword," remarked a Thunder clan artisan who specialized in forging, recognizing the uniqueness of the Blood Holy Sword.

"Yes, it is a holy sword," replied Lu Hong, splitting the holy sword into two, unleashing the full force of his Blood Qi Shockwave, filling the arena with the ferocious aura of an Angry Blood Warrior.

"Good, at least now you’ve made me want to strike," chuckled Old Hank, raising one hand high, calling down a thunderbolt from the sky. The power of the thunder transformed into a set of exquisite armor covering Old Hank. He then drew an ancient sword from his Space Ring, which burst into dazzling thunder light with the activation of the thunder power.

The old man Hank was already fully in combat mode and said in a deep voice, "This sword is also a holy sword, named Thunder Cascade. Be careful!"

Thunder warriors, unlike ordinary warriors, are closer to Magic Fighters. They worship the first heavenly god of the human race, the Thunder God, who established two major occupations. The first is a lineage of mages, while the other, albeit niche, is extremely elite—those are the Thunder Family’s Thunder Warriors.

The advancement to become a Thunder Warrior is extremely stringent, and only the Thunder Family has mastered the method to advance in this profession. Their occupational strength is absolutely formidable.

"Come and fight!" Old man Hank, holding the holy sword, streaked towards Lu Hong like a white bolt of lightning.

With a boom, numerous thunderstorms exploded next to Lu Hong’s ears. Every clash between them was accompanied by the cracking of thunder, and fine thunder forces continuously penetrated into Lu Hong’s body, paralyzing him.

Old man Hank’s strength was not strong; Lu Hong could have easily had an advantage in terms of arm strength, but the impact of the thunderstorms gave him a hard time. Each thunderstorm was as powerful as a full-strength strike from Lu Hong, and such exchanges wouldn’t last long before Lu Hong would be exhausted.

Moreover, old man Hank’s combat skills were extremely rich. His close-combat abilities were significantly higher than Lu Hong’s, who had been in a defensive position from the start, occasionally still getting hit by Hank’s sword, adding numerous charred wounds on his arms and back.

This way, he would definitely lose. Lu Hong’s blood power tightened: Blood Qi Shockwave.

"Your combat skills are still far lacking," old man Hank noticed Lu Hong’s intention to use his skill and jumped back, thrusting the Thunder Cascade sword into the ground. Countless thunder forces shattered the ground, turning the whole arena into a veritable Thunder Pool.

"Blood Qi Shockwave!" By this time, Lu Hong’s skill also materialized, his vigorous blood power exploding like a falling star, sweeping across the entire field from Lu Hong as the center.

"Thousand Thunder Pool!" Old man Hank’s skill was also ready, and the thunder forces surged from the ground, lifting and diverting Lu Hong’s attack toward the sky.

"Kid, you’re too green!" Old man Hank suddenly pulled away, abruptly stopping the power of his skill. Lu Hong, unprepared and continuously accelerating, suddenly lost resistance, causing his blood qi to become disordered.

"You lost." Old man Hank, enveloped in thunder armor, penetrated through the curtain of Lu Hong’s blood power and thrust his sword towards the opponent’s heart.

Facing the attack that he couldn’t defend against in time, Lu Hong internally cried out: Descend, Lion King!

With the activation of "Descend, Lion King," old man Hank also staggered, retreating several steps.

"Bloodline power? I didn’t expect you, a mere junior Second Transition warrior, to possess such formidable bloodline power." Old man Hank had not realized the origin of Lu Hong’s bloodline power; after all, recognizing a mysterious powerhouse like Caesar, a bit of bloodline power wasn’t too surprising.

"Old man Hank, watch out!" Lu Hong, emboldened by the Lion King’s descent, took the initiative to attack.

This time, it was Hank’s turn to be flustered. Lu Hong was fast, his rushing figure causing the air to whimper.

"So fast." Old man Hank held his sword with both hands, clanging loudly as a huge force hammered down on Thunder Cascade. The signature thunderstorm of the Thunder Warrior not only failed to hinder Lu Hong, but its explosive power also somewhat affected Hank.

"What exactly is your bloodline? Why do you have such powerful strength?" Old man Hank retreated several steps, his years of combat experience instinctively causing him to wield his sword defensively, before being forcefully flung out by Lu Hong, crashing heavily into the broken walls of the arena.

"I didn’t want to unleash my bloodline power, but you were too strong," Lu Hong said towards the dust cloud before him, always regarding the Lion King’s descent as a kind of cheating.

"You should have used it earlier." Old man Hank emerged from the rubble, covered in dust, shaking his numb arm, saying, "Bloodline power is also part of personal strength. If you hadn’t unleashed your bloodline power, I think your journey would have ended here today."

"Do you have a way to contend with my power?" Lu Hong didn’t doubt that Old man Hank had transplanted bloodlines, but compared to the lion heart bloodline, it was negligible.

"No, I don’t have the money." Old man Hank was blunt; higher-level bloodlines cost more, and for someone like him, who scrapped by making low-level potions, where would the money come from?

"Although I haven’t used my bloodline power, I can exert my full strength," it turned out old man Hank had been holding back in his earlier exchange with Lu Hong.

Hearing this, Lu Hong’s face immediately tightened. At the same second transition second level, if Old man Hank had managed to force Lu Hong to use the Lion King’s descent even with reservations, how strong was he really?

Or rather, even such a seasoned combat master was being hunted by the Gold Family, hiding in a small town, not daring to step out—so how strong must the Gold Family of the Yuanhua plane be? What kind of difficulties was Nono facing now?