But clearly, the one standing here was not the strongest man from Green Grass Town, Lu Yuan...
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Old Cat gave a couple of instructions but had to keep quiet.
Facing an opponent of the same level, Jin Dongliang still felt quite pressured.
"Don’t worry, just chop up a ratman."
He moved his arms and legs. Even though he studied engravings every day, his combat skills had not declined due to the existence of Green Grass Paradise.
Jin Dongliang stepped forward and pulled out a long sword forged from "Oreha Steel" from his waist, his body also glowing red.
The ratman on the other side was short, holding a black dagger of unknown level, its teeth clicking "clack clack."
The battle began in the blink of an eye!
"Squeak squeak gah!" All the watching ratmen began a mountain-shifting cheer, clearly enjoying this violent duel.
"Wagga!" The Blue-clothed ratman’s eyes bulged as it, like instant teleportation, disappeared into the ground.
This was clearly a powerful Divine Skill.
Although Jin Dongliang was a Level 6 Expert, it was unfortunate that he did not have a Divine Skill. He was momentarily stunned, his heart pounding furiously, he leaped forward violently.
Looking back again, like a ghost, the Blue-clothed ratman emerged from the ground, the dagger thrusting forward, violently savage.
A red light split from the dagger, drawing a brilliant long arc!
Jin Dongliang clenched his teeth, his pupils brightened, "Super Speed Response," a Qi Skill, allowed him to make an unbelievable backward twisting motion in the nick of time, dodging this intense red light.
The surrounding ratmen shouted out loud, more excited than before.
A Level 6 expert was indeed very powerful; though not impressive in the face of anomalies, he was practically a Superman to ordinary people.
Just the residual wave of the Extraordinary Spark chopped down a few watching ratmen, with blood splattering everywhere.
In close combat, the clashing of the long sword and dagger produced sounds of metal striking metal.
Jin Dongliang had a bit more strength because of his Shape Skill.
But this Blue-clothed mouse was incredibly agile, frequently burrowing into the ground, injuring people with sneak attacks.
Fortunately, Divine Skills also had their limits. If they burrowed into the ground, they had to surface within five seconds; otherwise, they would suffocate in the soil.
"Ah!" Having spotted a flaw, Jin Dongliang suddenly roared, another of his Qi Skills, the Lion Roar Skill, launching a powerful spiritual attack through soundwaves.
Taking advantage of the moment the opponent was stunned, he leaped forward, clutching the ratman’s neck tightly!
The ratman, unwilling to show weakness, immediately raised its dagger, slashing towards his waist.
Jin Dongliang didn’t bother to care about the attack to his flank anymore.
He activated the Engraving on his Vine Armor—Solid!
He was gambling!
Gambling that the "Superior Level" Poppy Vine Armor would block that slash for him.
He had analyzed the first instance of how strong the Divine Skill to burrow into the ground was.
Even if there were some flaws, if he allowed the opponent to keep burrowing and attacking, he would be too passive and would eventually be worn out alive.
Better to catch the damned rat like now and decide the battle quickly.
"Crack!"
The dagger struck the Vine Armor, causing a severe scratch on its surface!
This dagger was no ordinary item; the violent Spark Energy still surged in, the knife wound at his waist instantly becoming bloody.
Jin Dongliang snorted coldly, regardless of everything else, he grabbed the ratman’s neck with one hand and swept the long sword with the other, aiming to behead his opponent!
That was when the might of "One Inch Short, One Inch of Danger" proved itself, with a "clang," the opponent actually managed to raise his hand, parrying the strike!
Since both were attacking desperately, with no power left to defend, two violent red lights crisscrossed, severing each other’s arms off.
A life-and-death battle between grandmasters was indeed awe-inspiring.
After all, attacking is always more challenging than defending.
As the two severed arms and weapons fell to the ground, making dull and crisp sounds, the surrounding ratmen let out another shrill howl, extremely excited.
On the other hand, the humans became more tense, daring not to utter a word.
Old Cat too widened its pupils, it thought about cheating covertly, but endured it stiffly.
"Ah!"
The two ashen-faced, their eyes met, Jin Dongliang, despite having only one left arm, still clutched the opponent’s neck and refused to let go.
He knew that once he let go, the other party would use "Divine Skill" to escape, and by then, he couldn’t catch him.
Suddenly, the Ratman kicked him fiercely in the stomach.
Jin Dongliang’s face bulged with veins as he grabbed the other’s neck and smashed him to the ground.
"Snap!"
The ground cratered with a large dent.
The Blue-clothed Ratman’s eyes rolled back as his tongue stuck out, and his thick purple tail hooked violently.
Both men fell to the ground together, rolling several times.
It was like a red fireball tumbling.
Jin Dongliang’s eyes burst with blood vessels, and his grip on the other’s throat tightened, his fingers turning blue, almost digging into the other’s bones.
The Ratman was slender and at a disadvantage in grappling, using his tail to also wrap around Jin Dongliang’s neck.
"Ptooey!" Jin Dongliang suddenly spat out a tooth, striking the other directly on the forehead like a sharp sword.
Hit at such close range, the Ratman’s eyes rolled back as he finally reached his limit, and his tail involuntarily slackened.
"Roar!"
With this roar of the Lion Roar Skill, the Ratman passed out.
...
With the end of the first battle, a vast canyon lay in silence.
Jin Dongliang stood up from the ground, picked up his severed limb, and rather unceremoniously dragged the stunned Ratman back to his base.
"Mission accomplished!"
"I won the first battle."
The human side was buoyed with morale, cheering loudly, and since the other civilization wasn’t courteous, they felt no need to pretend.
A medic approached and hurriedly reattached his severed limb, securing it with a bandage.
The Level Six Spark brought powerful healing capabilities; given enough time, even severed limbs could be healed.
"Such a severe injury will take three months to recover," a flush of red appeared on Jin Dongliang’s face.
Old Cat walked over, checked the unconscious Ratman, and had someone reattach his limb.
However, for the time being, they had no intention of returning this captive.
In any civilization, a Level Six Warrior was exceedingly precious; they’d need a bargaining chip for an exchange.
...
On the Ratman’s side, realizing their own defeat made them even more agitated.
Countless Black-clothed Ratmen, their eyes red, stood in every direction, screaming at the top of their lungs like wild beasts.
...
Dressed in golden clothes and riding on a Stone-carrying turtle, the Mouse King’s gaze held a trace of complexity; they had actually lost.
He saw that Yingyu Armor.
The power of equipment naturally provided crucial assurance in battle.
A few Ratmen in purple clothes climbed onto the turtle, discussed for a bit, and felt that the other side had merely won by luck.
"We just need to send a stronger warrior to win the second battle."
The stake of 100 Spirit Essence was not a small number.
However, some Ratmen believed there was no need to continue fighting.
The other side already had enough qualifications for negotiation.
"My lord, it’s still early in the Epoch, not even a few years in... the fact that the other side has cultivated a Level Six Warrior should not be underestimated."
"This civilization clearly has potential. Building good relations with them now isn’t a bad thing."
"Even if we conquer them through war, the losses to ourselves would be severe, outweighing the gains."
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Destroying civilizations could yield massive amounts of ’Spirit Essence’.
So, while trading, the Ratmen did not mind destroying some weaker civilizations—indeed, in the Eighth Epoch, most civilizations acted this way, plundering others’ spirit and stealing others’ qi fortune to grow themselves!