Chapter 2700: Chapter 2695: A Good Guy in My Dream

If you don’t even have fur, I won’t mind your business—can’t even return openly yet dare to call yourself the Dragon King?

Fu Qian was never one to judge by appearances, not even holding onto past grudges.

The reason his tone was not respectful towards the Dragon King was mainly due to the other’s behavior.

What’s the point of roaring so loudly? Why don’t you show your face?

Even if you can’t show your face, reveal something otherwise?

Instead, you kept on roaring here and there, not even a spit of saliva landed on me—are you underestimating my patience for self-restraint?

Such neglect, such insult, is a path to destruction.

The sentence was decided instantly; the initially passionate, ready-for-reconciliation remade Abandonment King snorted coldly and no longer held back.

The previously thin frame started to furiously expand, rotate, and assemble... Zhe Wangren, transform!

Begin the slaughter—wait, seems like spit was finally spat.

At the moment Fu Qian had just summoned a chest plate, he paused the transformation and watched ahead.

As if realizing he misunderstood an old acquaintance, the Dragon King’s roar did not resurface, and the Soul Butterflies completely fell silent.

In exchange, a wisp of red mist rose, giving that unreal body a touch of bloodshed.

Cough... cough cough...

Yet what slightly challenges the imagination is, this red mist did not rise from the Blood Pool, but instead, the previously inactive Brother Apostle—suddenly began coughing violently.

...

Am I dreaming well?

Fu Qian had certainly noticed the Dragon King’s Apostle’s transformation.

In places where air quality is poor, it is normal for the respiratory tract to be irritated, not to mention earlier he was indulging excessively.

What intrigued him was Brother Apostle’s demeanor while coughing.

The blood mist spewing from his mouth and nose was as thick as a boiling boiler, almost beyond his lungs’ capacity, yet he managed a peaceful expression.

Even his eyes were gently closed, as if asleep.

While the breath exhaled in sleep was rapidly sketching out the Dragon King’s body.

Besides... Crimson Frenzy?

Though the color scheme seems familiar, certain things hold significant meaning to Fu Qian.

At just a glance, he confirmed that the substances Brother Apostle was coughing out were a certain pollution deeply connected to him.

Notorious within the Supernatural World, first seen during Miss Zhu Wen’s cultivation task, this pollution once matured even gave birth to the Crimson Angel, and even Yasui once used it as poison...

In summary, one might say it has run through the entire transcendent path.

Especially during the final Night of King Slayer, where the origin of everything seemed to lie on that stab from Mourning God to the Tyrant.

The intricate "poison" seeped into the Tyrant’s body, leaving this pollution to the world.

And now, the hypothesis derived from the Abandoned Prison, suggesting the Dragon King was perhaps nestled here, seems more plausible.

Additionally, a certain fragment of the Tyrant’s remains might be related to Him.

...

So are you giving it back to me?

The change in front paired with the previous conversation suggests an overly optimistic interpretation.

"Too courteous, it’s not a problem if you want to use it for a few more days."

Fu Qian shook his head in awe, never expecting Brother Dragon King to be so particular.

Poof—

Unfortunately, this goodwill interpretation was disappointed in the next moment.

Clearly, the body hadn’t moved, yet a giant claw, formed entirely from Crimson Frenzy, unexpectedly appeared over his head and slammed down forcefully.

... So now this seems unmistakable.

The hostility was evident, while Fu Qian pondered the difficulty in overcoming biases, he also gained insight.

The methods of abrupt surprise, the déjà vu is remarkably strong.

Back then playing the Tyrant facing assassination, the Dragon King, as a direct restraint, used this move many times to create trouble.

To the extent that Fu Qian even gained wisdom on how to evade it—but why dodge?

In that instant, unyielding and unwavering, without replacing defense with offense, Fu Qian let the blow land.

...

Flesh flew apart.

Though using such a word to describe the exchanges between Superior Beings seems a bit trivial, Fu Qian finds it most fitting.

As proven, the seemingly intangible body was not as simple as it appeared superficially.

At that moment, even as formidable as the Tyrant, his body was covered in dense wounds.

Only the segment protected by the armor on the chest appeared intact.

How did one claw leave such uniform results?

The wounds weren’t carved from the claw’s tips.

On one hand, the giant claw was not tangible, unexpectedly passing directly through Fu Qian’s body.

On the other, when passing through, the blood mist seemed filled with countless invisible Dimensional Poisonous Fangs.

The final result was unavoidable—the silver lining being further validation of the Dragon King’s identity.

Moreover, flesh flying wasn’t even referring to this.

Rather, where the giant claw swept past, the ground beneath Fu Qian’s feet was directly torn into fragments.

Momentarily, he had to walk on water, lightly leap, acting as if a tide rider.

It’s widely known that leaping while fighting is quite risky, manifesting as a target during the process.

Yet until stabilizing on another surface, the second claw did not strike.

"Since that’s the case, I’ll gladly accept it."

Without much surprise, Fu Qian fiddled with a wisp of crimson on his fingertip with an air of irresistible generosity.

...

Just saying—you might call it incidental, but Crimson Frenzy belongs to the Tyrant.

As the Mechanical Abandoned Prison King, at present, his claim over it should surpass anyone else’s.

The thing in Fu Qian’s palm was simple; it was a component of that giant claw, a wisp of Crimson Frenzy.

The reason for not dodging wasn’t singular—for instance, in addition to verifying identity, it was to ascertain Crimson Frenzy’s significance to the Tyrant.

Proven was even as the Dragon King had been digesting it for a thousand years, its affinity with the Tyrant remained inseparable.

While tearing into Professor Fu’s flesh, it even left a part directly behind.

To others, the immediate reaction might have been a lament over unethical conduct—not only an ambush but also poisoning.

Yet for Fu Qian, he could effortlessly ascertain that instead of wreaking havoc, it was rather finding a container.

Roar—

This time, Fu Qian finally heard the fervent roar again.

The massive body lying there seemed completely unable to accept this outcome, suddenly unfurling with wings covering the sky.

This form... seems out of place?

Surrounded by shadows, Fu Qian once again felt the Dragon King’s momentum.

Yet simultaneously, he couldn’t help but marvel at the body beneath the wings.

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