Chapter 81: Frenzied Hell Claws, Is That All?
Seeing his title, it belonged to the warrior class—extremely ferocious in close combat.
His level had also reached 68. Judging purely from attributes,
he was even a bit stronger than Wan Yuhe.
However, in real combat, attribute values were only a reference.
After all, she was the daughter of a Sword Emperor—there was no way she lacked resources.
No wonder Yan Qinglong had the capital to be so arrogant.
When Zhou Han saw the description of the accessory [Wuyang Amulet],
he understood why it wasn't affected by slowing effects.
Although the amulet was only platinum-grade,
it had an 80% chance to grant immunity to negative status effects.
Just now, Yan Qinglong had triggered that effect,
allowing him to charge out and clash head-on with Zhou Han.
Otherwise, he would've been trapped in the raging wind, unable to move.
"This amulet is pretty good. It'd be nice if it drops later!"
Zhou Han was already thinking about the aftermath of the battle.
But at this moment, Yan Qinglong had already rushed up to him.
"Want to fight me in close combat? Then I'll let you enjoy it!"
A smile curved at the corner of Zhou Han's lips.
Truth be told, whether it was close-range or long-range, Zhou Han had no weaknesses at all.
His hexagonal stats were completely maxed out.
"Flame Tyrant · Rending Claw!"
"My claws are indestructible—I'll tear you into pieces!"
Seeing the fleeting trace of disdain in Zhou Han's eyes,
Yan Qinglong felt as if he had been stabbed.
No matter what, in Azure Thunder City, he was a well-known figure.
Yet now he was being ignored by some brat.
How could he not be furious?
As he roared, the [Frenzied Hell Claws] in his hands grew enormous.
Fanatical blood energy boiled over them as they tore toward Zhou Han.
Like the claws of an abyssal blood demon, a terrifying aura rushed forward.
Even the air crackled, as if it couldn't withstand such pressure.
"Brother Qinglong's combat style has become even more violent. I remember he once tore apart a diamond-grade Flame-Scaled Earth Dragon with his bare hands."
"Good, excellent! Tear that brat apart! Damn it, I suffered a lot earlier—almost got one-shot by that lightning!"
"This kid's strength isn't bad, but under Brother Qinglong's ferocious assault, he has no chance of survival."
"This is what happens when you provoke the Azure Dragon Adventurer Group! The leader's close combat is invincible—no one can withstand a single claw strike!"
"That kid sent me flying earlier. I'll personally skin him later!"
…
After seeing Yan Qinglong make his move,
the lackeys quickly recovered from their earlier panic.
Their leader rarely acted, but once he did, victory was guaranteed.
So they were filled with confidence.
"Die, brat! Dying under my signature technique is your honor!"
At this point, his claws had grown to half a meter long,
and the blood energy on them became even more intense.
"Shadow Soul Spike!"
Zhou Han flipped his palm, and three pitch-black soul spikes floated above it.
Without the slightest hesitation, he directly clashed head-on.
As for why he chose this skill—
first, it was effective at close range, where this strange attack was hard to dodge.
Second, he wanted to grind proficiency and quickly unlock the skill [Soul-Seizing Wave].
"Hmph! Overestimating yourself. You dare try to block the sharpness of my Frenzied Hell Claws?"
Yan Qinglong sneered.
The soul spikes were a type of spiritual attack—there was no visible energy fluctuation.
They looked plain and ordinary, like common iron.
He believed that under his powerful blood energy,
this kind of thing would be instantly destroyed.
"This is bad—Yan Qinglong has already closed the distance. This is a very dangerous range."
"I can't watch this—it's going to be brutal!"
"After all, Yan Qinglong has been famous for a long time. No one has ever gained an advantage against him."
Fat Tiger's group also looked tense.
Zhou Han's earlier move had indeed shocked them greatly,
and they hoped he could defeat Yan Qinglong.
But that was almost impossible.
Seeing Yan Qinglong's ferocious assault,
they couldn't help but break into a cold sweat for Zhou Han.
"Boom—"
In what felt like an instant,
only a few seconds had passed.
A massive explosion rang out.
The blood energy collided violently just a foot away from Zhou Han.
In the next moment, everyone was stunned.
Yan Qinglong's Frenzied Hell Claws were pierced through as if made of paper.
Completely beyond everyone's expectations,
Zhou Han stood on the other side, completely unharmed, his expression relaxed,
as if he hadn't even used his full strength.
"What? You—you… what the hell is this?"
"How can it have such terrifying power?"
All three soul spikes had embedded themselves into Yan Qinglong's body.
Blood flowed down his figure,
sweat poured from his forehead,
whether from pain or fear, no one knew.
With just one strike, Yan Qinglong realized he had already suffered serious injuries.
"So this is your so-called Frenzied Hell Claws? You bragged like it was unstoppable—I thought it was something incredible!"
Looking at the completely shattered claws,
the mockery in Zhou Han's eyes was undisguised.
"What? This… this can't be! How could Brother Qinglong lose?"
"Not just lose—it's a crushing defeat. He couldn't even withstand a single move!"
"My god, this young man is terrifying! Yan Qinglong is more than twice his age, yet he's completely outclassed!"
"What kind of existence did our Azure Dragon Adventurer Group provoke? Even Qinglong isn't a match—then what about us…?"
"Damn it, Yan Qinglong is such trash! Over forty years old and still can't beat a kid! I regret joining this group!"
"Shit, we can't even run now. I don't want to die!"
…
Seeing Yan Qinglong covered in blood,
the lackeys were filled with disbelief.
But soon, despair began to spread among them.
Today, they likely wouldn't escape this disaster.
Some of them completely broke down and started cursing loudly.
"Brother, wait! Let's talk this out!"
Seeing Zhou Han about to continue attacking,
Yan Qinglong's eyes trembled as he hurriedly spoke.
"I misjudged you earlier—my apologies! I'll make it up to you. Tomorrow, I'll send a generous gift! How about we become friends?"
His tone was clearly submissive, his eyes full of desperation to survive.
He even promised a big reward, hoping to move Zhou Han
and leave room for negotiation.
"Heh, friends? Are you worthy? Now you're afraid?"
"Your head will be the most satisfying gift for me."
Zhou Han's gaze was completely emotionless, filled with cold killing intent.
Who knew if the other party would come back for revenge later?
So Zhou Han had to eliminate all threats at their root.
Once he decided to act, he would go all the way.
"There's really no room for compromise? Don't push me too far!"
Hearing the rejection, Yan Qinglong panicked internally,
putting on a fierce front as he made one last struggle.
"You talk too much. Die!"
Zhou Han didn't bother responding.
Golden sword energy shot out.
"You really think I'm afraid of you?"
"You forced my hand!"
Seeing that Zhou Han wouldn't spare him,
Yan Qinglong's voice turned cold,
a trace of viciousness flashing in his eyes.
He quickly took out a pill from his inventory.
Black mist surrounded it,
engraved with eerie runes.
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