Chapter 1130: Chapter 881 Trace of the Dragon Clan
Zulal said with a smile, "Dragon Scales aren’t unusual, any auction house can put them up for auction."
Long Yi, however, pursed his lips, tucked away the Dragon Scale, and said, "That’s why I say, Master Zulal, you’re not quite honest. Since I’ve come out with sincerity to talk to you, are you going to brush me off like this?"
"Me, brush you off? No, not at all?" Zulal was inwardly startled, but he thought Long Yi was just bluffing him.
"I do know a bit about the Dragon Clan magic, ’Dragon Scale Armor’. This magic requires not only some Dragon Scales that have fallen off not long ago but also the Dragon Clan’s spray of Dragon Breath for assistance. So, are you going to tell me the truth now, or should I knock all your teeth out before you do?" Long Yi still had a smiling face, but Zulal understood that playing dumb at this time would definitely result in him getting beaten up.
"Alright, what do you want to know?" Zulal asked helplessly.
This time, Long Yi didn’t speak but stood up instead and kicked Zulal, sending him flying. Zulal was kicked into confusion, sliding across the polished metal floor, then crashing heavily into the wall. The kick made stars flash before his eyes and breathing difficult, while the heavy collision with the wall caused his head to throb unbearably.
"Don’t hit! I’ll talk..."
Zulal hadn’t finished speaking when Long Yi, with a single hand, grabbed him and threw him out far away.
Bang!
Zulal spun several times in the air before landing heavily on the ground.
"Don’t hit... I’ll talk..."
Long Yi walked over slowly, holding two chairs in his hands.
Clang!
One chair was placed in front of Zulal, while the other was situated beneath himself.
"See, I told you, some people can be communicated with words, while others can only be communicated with through fists."
Zulal, struggling with his painfully injured body, slowly climbed onto the chair and then sat down awkwardly on it.
"My ribs are broken," Zulal said, pointing to his obviously deformed chest.
"Believe me, if the next thing you say isn’t what I want to hear, what breaks won’t be just your ribs," Long Yi said.
Zulal knew that he had no room for negotiation. He would either be beaten to death by Long Yi or had to spill everything he knew.
"Master Elma got his hands on a dragon," Zulal looked at Long Yi, trying to gauge his reaction, but Long Yi showed no emotions. So he continued, "Or rather, he got a Dragon Egg. An egg of a Black Dragon. He hatched this Black Dragon and has been secretly raising it in the Ancient Mage Tower. Even I only found out about it recently. No one knows how large this dragon really is, and no one knows where exactly the dragon is. In fact, if Master Elma had not brought it up to me himself, I wouldn’t even be aware of such a thing."
"He never let this Black Dragon appear before anyone?" Long Yi asked again.
"Yes, never," Zulal said.
The dragons of the Human Realm are reborn through a cycle of souls and thus are born with a certain level of knowledge. But if it’s a dragon raised by Elma, one that has never been in contact with any part of the outside world, does it even know that it’s a dragon?
"Go on," Long Yi said, looking at Zulal.
"Master Elma believes that to enhance the combat power of the Crazy Demons, one part is improving the Crazy Demons themselves, and another is to borrow external strength. That’s why he showed me the Dragon Scale Armor with strong defensive capabilities. Indeed, in the battles of the Stellar Realm Arena, Hei Jing could almost stand invincible with the protection of the Dragon Scale Armor," Zulal said.
"Too bad, even with the Dragon Scale Armor, he’s no match for me," Long Yi said.
"Yes," Zulal also felt very helpless.
"Alright, then I have a few more questions for you," Long Yi said.
"If it’s about the key to a Teleportation Gate or Landers’ memories, then you don’t need to ask. These are things I couldn’t possibly know, even if you beat me to death," Zulal said.
"Well then, I’ve got nothing else to ask," Long Yi walked to the door and knocked lightly, the door opened, and Little Zi walked in.
"Female Demon? What are you going to do?" Zulal asked nervously.
"Nothing much, just making sure you won’t remember this while also occasionally helping us out with a small favor," Little Zi said cheerfully.
Without giving Zulal any chance to speak, Little Zi’s hands were already on Zulal’s head.
"Ever since I studied how Landers lost his memory, I’ve gained even more incredible insights into memory manipulation, guaranteed to leave no trace, haha!"
While Little Zi was speaking, Zulal had already lost consciousness.
"When he wakes up, his injuries will be completely healed, but he won’t know that there’s another subconscious in the depths of his mind that will help us transfer information," Long Yi said.
"This time, we’ve really caught a big fish."
"Huh!"
Zulal opened his eyes and was astonished to find himself in a room. This was a standard room commonly found at the Stellar Realm Arena, not luxurious but not dilapidated, just generally tidy. After last night’s match ended, he had planned to lie in bed and think over the matter, but perhaps he had been too mentally stressed these days. He never expected to fall asleep outright.
