King's Awakening
/ King's Awakening Chapter 740 – Chapter 740: Chapter 740: Battling the Nine–winged Black Hawk
Chapter 740: Chapter 740: Battling the Nine-winged Black Hawk – Part 2
Chirp!
The Nine-winged Black Hawk let out a furious cry and soared into the sky, staking everything on a single desperate attempt.
In an instant, an overwhelming pressure, like a fierce gust of wind and heavy rainstorm, descended upon White Mitchell.
Boom, boom, boom…
Merely after one round, White Mitchell's legs sank directly into the ground and his entire face turned extremely red.
At this moment, he felt as if he was carrying a mountain on his shoulders. The endless pressure was so intense that he could hardly breathe.
However, White Mitchell showed no sign of resistance.
Because, underneath this force, he felt a strange sensation.
Right now, his body felt like a pressure cooker, the greater the external pressure, the faster his inner strength circulated within.
Gradually, White Mitchell noticed that the medicinal power of the Spirit Pill, which he hadn't had time to refine before, started to show signs of refinement under this pressure.
It was important to note that after awakening, no matter how hard White Mitchell tried, he couldn't manage to refine the residual medicinal power of the pill.
The Spirit Pill informed him that this process requires a long period of time, it simply couldn't be accomplished overnight.
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Yet now, under this intense pressure, his body was slowly refining the remaining medicinal power.
If this continued, it wouldn't take long before he could completely refine the residual medicinal power of the Spirit Pill.
On the other hand, the people of Heavenly Dragon City were unaware of White Mitchell's current situation.
In their eyes, White Mitchell, under the strong pressure exerted by the Nine-winged Black Hawk, had no strength to fight back.
Next, all they needed to do was wait for White Mitchell to exhaust his strength, then they could easily capture him without a fight.
“Congratulations, Moore, capturing White Mitchell and getting the Spirit Pill is a great achievement. When the time comes, the City Lord's reward will be within your grasp.”
“What protector? I'm afraid after today, we will all have to call him Deputy City Lord.”
“Congratulations, Deputy City Lord, congrats Deputy City Lord…”
People started to congratulate one after another. However, Moore, standing in the crowd, had a different glint in his eyes.
Deputy City Lord?
Ha, ha…
Moore sneered in his heart and couldn't help mocking these shallow people in his sight.
In this survival of the fittest world known as the Forbidden Land, power and prestige were fleeting.
As long as one had strong enough strength, power, and prestige could be achieved with ease!
What does being a mere Deputy City Lord count for?
As long as he could refine the Spirit Pill inside White Mitchell, then lay low for a few years until his strength was sufficiently strong to reveal himself again.
Not to mention being a Deputy City Lord, the entire Heavenly Dragon City would be his.
Do they think they can get rid of him with the petty gain and the empty title of Deputy City Lord?
What a joke?
What he wanted was the Spirit Pill, not the damn Deputy City Lord title.
These ignorant people actually congratulated him?
Ha, ha…
Well, they are just a bunch of doomed people. Let them make a fuss a bit longer.
When White Mitchell falls into his hands, that would be their burial day!
Kill and silence them all!
Thinking of this, Moore's mouth curled up involuntarily, looking at his subordinates next to him like looking at corpses.
On the other side, the stalemate between White Mitchell and the Nine-winged Black Hawk gradually intensified.
Although White Mitchell's face was flushed due to suppression, an unwavering determination shone in his eyes.
In contrast, the Nine-winged Black Hawk, although seemingly having the upper hand, gradually realized.
Its pressure couldn't make any further progress on this human.
Everything seemed to be at a standstill.
Noticing this, the Nine-winged Black Hawk instantly started to fret.
After all, White Mitchell could afford to bide his time, but it could not.
A period equivalent to the time taken to burn one incense stick would pass swiftly. If it couldn't eliminate White Mitchell within this duration, the consequences would be unimaginable.
The Nine-winged Black Hawk realized it could no longer sit and wait for its fate. Its vast black wings started to frenziedly flap with urgency.
Gusts of wind sharp as blades fell upon White Mitchell, like a fierce torrential downpour.
Thump, thump, thump…
White Mitchell bore the attacks of the Nine-winged Black Hawk with his flesh and blood body.
Splash!
A mouthful of fresh blood spurted out instantaneously.
Upon seeing this, the Nine-winged Black Hawk was overjoyed. Its claws, sharp as knife's edge, thrust fiercely towards White Mitchell's chest.
White Mitchell smoothly evaded the deadly blow just as the huge claws almost grazed him, and soared into the air with his agility. Not willing to let go of the opportunity, the Nine-winged Black Hawk rapidly flapped its wings to pursue him.
With a bird's-eye view, White Mitchell observed with an air of disdain. He steadied himself, and with a swing of the sword in his hand, a streak of lightning-like sword light dashed out. The sword light streaked across the sky like a meteor, aiming straight for the Nine-winged Black Hawk. It was taken aback by this and hurriedly tried to dodge.
However, the speed of the sword light was so fast it seemed evasion would be impossible. The Nine-winged Black Hawk's pupils contracted as the sword light neared it. At this critical moment, it suddenly spread its wings, generating a powerful airflow that forced the sword light to retreat.
White Mitchell narrowed his eyes slightly upon seeing this. He hadn't anticipated the Nine-winged Black Hawk would be this formidable. Realizing that the nine-winged beast is no ordinary being, he began to feel tremors in his own body as if he was under immense pressure from the hawk.
The sky turned gradually darker while thick clouds shrouded it, as if setting the tense atmosphere for the battle between life and death. White Mitchell focused his mind, summoning his strength which gave off a powerful aura.
Meanwhile, the Nine-winged Black Hawk's magnificent feathers began to flutter, emitting an ominous aura and stirring up dark cyclones. There was an intense ferocity in its eyes. Clenching its talons, a flash of black light suddenly illuminated the whole area while blinding flames spurted out.
White Mitchell made up his mind and struck again. His sword light chopped down directly, slashing the air like it was torn apart, making a deafening tearing sound. Yet, the sword light seemed to have passed through space and time, though reaching right in front of the Nine-winged Black Hawk, it was stopped dead in its tracks by the black light.
The Nine-winged Black Hawk fixed its gaze, shook its claws fiercely, and the black light vibrated, repelling the sword light. White Mitchell retreated several steps, feeling like he was caught up in an enormous invisible force.
The Nine-winged Black Hawk took the opportunity to fly high into the sky. With the flutter of its wings, several black clouds converged into a spear-like black lightning bolt and hurtled towards White Mitchell. White Mitchell's heart tightened, and he shot up from the ground. By using his incredible agility, he narrowly avoided this fatal attack.
At this moment, White Mitchell felt his inner strength growing weaker. He knew that he had to deliver a decisive blow to change the situation. Energizing himself, his inner strength burst forth. He was like a ray of light, charging straight into the Black Winged Black Hawk.
The Nine-winged Black Hawk's pupils contracted in fear, sensing the terrifying energy hidden within White Mitchell. It flapped its wings, trying to get away from White Mitchell. But it was locked in by White Mitchell's aura and could not move at all.
White Mitchell paced steadily, his heart as calm as water. He gathered all his inner strength, swung his right fist with the force of thunder, and brutally struck the chest of the Nine-winged Black Hawk.
The Nine-winged Black Hawk let out an earth-shaking cry. It seemed as if the entire sky was trembling. The Black Winged Black Hawk's body shakes violently. Eventually, its cries of pain stopped abruptly. The massive force had blasted it through the air, drawing a long arc in the sky before crashing into the ground, sending debris flying.
Standing in mid-air with hands behind his back, White Mitchell was like a proud, solitary sword. His gaze was profound, and his aura was mountainous.
The powerful reverberation of the battle was staggering. White Mitchell's punch that destroyed the Nine-winged Black Hawk left everyone in shock. This punch, which gathered all his power, also demonstrated his unparalleled strength.
Seeing this, the people of the Heavenly Dragon City became unsteady.
Was the Nine-winged Black Hawk dead?
Was it really killed by a single punch from White Mitchell?
This was terribly hard to believe, wasn't it?
Keep in mind; the Nine-winged Black Hawk was Moore's reliable mount. Even powerful Foundation Establishment practitioners couldn't get the upper hand against it.
Surveying the whole scene, besides Moore, nobody could control this Nine-winged Black Hawk.
And now, White Mitchell had punched through the Nine-winged Black Hawk.
Doesn't this prove that White Mitchell's current strength was equivalent to a powerful Foundation Establishment practitioner?
Too frightening!
All of this was too terrifying!
Such rapid progress was quite shocking even in the Heavenly Dragon City.
A person like this, if he appeared in the Heavenly Dragon City, would definitely be a prodigy among prodigies.
But at this moment, the crowd no longer had the peace of mind to worry about these things.
The fact that White Mitchell was able to kill the Nine-winged Black Hawk demonstrated that his strength was superior to everyone there.
Perhaps only Protector Moore at the site could match him.
“Protector Moore, this…” the crowd turned their eyes to Moore who stood before them.
If even Moore wasn't able to handle White Mitchell, then today, perhaps none of them would be able to leave here alive.
What should we do now!
Just as everyone was pinning their hopes on Moore, the protector, his gaze was fixed intently on White Mitchell, his eyes revealing a strong sense of desire.
At this moment, looking at White Mitchell was like staring at a gold mountain, filled with the thought of claiming it for himself.
“It's quite surprising. This Spirit Pill is far more effective than I imagined,” Moore said, his eyes gleaming.
White Mitchell took a deep breath, his gaze firmly on Moore. “It seems that your ambitions are not small either.”
“Oh?”
Moore was slightly taken aback, and looked at White Mitchell with a playful smile. “Do you know what I plan to do next?”
“Is it that surprising?” White Mitchell chuckled dismissively.
In this dog-eat-dog world, personal gain comes before everything else.
The people of Heavenly Dragon City gathered together just for their own interests.
Once they see even greater benefits in front of them, it is just a matter of time before they betray each other.
Besides, currently at the scene, Moore's power was more than enough to crush everyone else.
Under such circumstances, it would be strange if he didn't harbor ill intentions.
Right now, the people of the Heavenly Dragon City, who were still oblivious to Moore's intentions, sneered at White Mitchell. “An arrow at the end of its flight dares to bluster here! Who do you think you are!?”
“Yeah, you must be nearly out of strength by now. No matter how gifted you are, you're nothing more than a country bumpkin in front of our Moore,” the crowd began to echo.
Listenting to their taunts, White Mitchell, with a look of disgust, shook his head. “A bunch of idiots, rest assured, I will definitely live longer than all of you.”
“Live longer than us?”
The audience couldn't help but burst into laughter at his words.
What a joke! White Mitchell is a dead man walking. How many days could he possibly survive once he falls into the hands of Heavenly Dragon City?
And he still has the audacity to brag here?
They really don't know where he gets his confidence from.
Just when everyone was scoffing, White Mitchell spoke again, “Do you think Moore will spare you?”
What?!
At his words, the laughter on everyone's faces suddenly stopped, a sense of realization washing over them.
Could it be.. Moore wanted to keep the Spirit Pill for himself?
Everyone was taken aback. It wasn't impossible- the Spirit Pill was much more potent than anyone had thought.
This fact was evident from White Mitchell's sudden increase in power.
No one could resist such a temptation, especially a strong person like Moore.
An opportunity for strength was something no cultivator could resist.
Rather than capturing White Mitchell and handing him over to Heavenly Dragon City in exchange for power,
it was better to directly refine the Spirit Pill inside White Mitchell, absorb it and enhance his own strength.
Once his strength improves, the so-called authority will be at his fingertips.
Even based on the current effect of the Spirit Pill, if Moore can refine it and then lay low for ten or eight years, his power would reach an unprecedented level.
By then, even the experts of Heavenly Dragon City might not be a match for him.
Instead of being a protector or a deputy city lord, it is better to enhance his strength and take the city lord position for himself.
Whoosh!
With this realization, the crowd couldn't help but gasp, a chill creeping up their spines.
If this was the case, then they were all just hindrances to Moore.
You should know that realising a Spirit Pill also requires time.
If Moore were to capture White Mitchell, he would definitely lay low for ten or eight years.
Under such circumstances, he definitely wouldn't want anyone to report back to Heavenly Dragon City so soon.
Given this, everyone at the scene was probably going to die!
“Protector Moore…sp…spare us… we assure you… we won't leak out this incident… we didn't see anything…”
“Indeed…that's right, Protector Moore, after all, we have been with you for this long, we've had our share of contributions and hardships…”
“Protector Moore, we will keep our lips sealed and won't leak even half a word. If you ever become the City Lord, we will be your most loyal subordinates…”
One after another, people started to beg Moore for mercy, hoping that he could spare them.
However, at this moment, Protector Moore just laughed dismissively, soon his mouth curving into a cold smirk: “You can really keep my secret?”
Upon hearing this, everyone was overjoyed.
There was hope!
“Of course, without Protector Moore, where would we be?”
“Protector Moore, don't worry, we didn't see anything today, we know nothing, and we haven't seen White Mitchell.”
“Right, right, right, we haven't seen White Mitchell, we haven't caught up with White Mitchell today, White Mitchell escaped, we didn't catch up…”
In a hurry, everyone showed their most sincere side to Moore.
Unfortunately, Moore spoke coldly: “Since you are so loyal, so be it, I will fulfill your wish!”
Boom!
Just as Moore waved his hand, with a loud noise, he directly crushed a person's head.
Wow!
Seeing this, everyone's bodies trembled uncontrollably, and their eyes when looking at Moore, were filled with terror.
“Only dead men can keep secrets forever,” Moore said expressionlessly.
Immediately, Moore made another wave, and a few more people were taken care of.
Seeing this, the remaining people didn't think twice and turned to run.
At this moment, in their eyes, the threat posed by Moore was even greater than that of White Mitchell.
Run!
Must run away!
But they knew very well that with Moore's strength, they wouldn't be able to get far.
No matter how hard they tried, it would be useless.
As they had imagined, Moore didn't even need to make a big move, merely waved his hand and bodies fell before him.
In a matter of moments, the several dozen people that Moore had brought with him were all slaughtered.
Regarding this, Moore didn't even spare a second glance, behaving extremely indifferent.
As if these people were no more than dogs he had raised.
No, in his eyes, the lives of these people were even less valuable than a dog's.
After casually dealing with these people, Moore slowly turned to White Mitchell: “Well, the troublesome bunch has been taken care of, now it's your turn.”
Seeing this, White Mitchell laughed dismissively: “It seems that Protector Moore is quite confident?”
“Confidence?”
Moore sneered and shook his head: “I admit you are extremely talented. Among all the people I have ever met, you are the most gifted.
However, talent needs time to grow. Given another ten to eight years, I may not be your match.
Unfortunately, you were born at the wrong time. You met me before you could grow to that height, you are doomed not to rise.
Speaking of which, I should thank you. Without your show of strength, I wouldn't have realized that this Spirit Pill contains such immense power.
To thank you, I've decided that I will leave your corpse intact.”
Leaving the corpse intact?
White Mitchell laughed dismissively and slowly took a step forward.
With a booming sound, the ground under Mitchell's foot couldn't bear the weight of his force and instantly cracked.
“Keep your own corpse intact,” White Mitchell calmly said.
Hmm!?
Surprised by his words, Moore exclaimed, “You've hidden your strength?”
Chapter end
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