The apocalypse struck, and I became a druid.

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Outside the tent, on a hillside battered by wind and hail.

Han Ning and He Yu stood facing each other.

"There will be more battles in a few days. Today's battle is just a simple one, so both of you should avoid expending too much energy," Feilong reminded the opposing sides.

"..." Han Ning did not answer.

He Yu kept his mouth shut, his mind elsewhere.

"Then... let's begin!" Feilong, who was also the referee, waved his hand.

"Nana, they're both Iron-level, do you think the boss can beat that guy?" Vice President Zhao watched the scene with great interest.

"Haven't you seen Han Ning's strength? Why do you still need to ask?" Yu Na still had an arrogant look on her face.

“The boss’s strength is unfathomable, but I have no judgment on the Black Iron level.” Vice President Zhao smiled.

While they were exchanging words, the two sides in front had already begun fighting.

A rustling sound came from in front of He Yu.

Dense, blood-red lines emerged from the surface of his skin.

in a blink.

He transformed into a figure shrouded in dark red thorns, his hunched posture resembling that of Quasimodo, the ugly bell ringer from the classic novel "The Hunchback of Notre Dame."

His height shrank from 1.85 meters to less than 1.5 meters.

The now-ugly He Yu strode heavily toward Han Ning.

As soon as this strange form appeared, a strong smell of blood filled the area. The pungent smell caused Yu Na and the others outside the area to frown slightly.

Standing on the field, Han Ning seemed oblivious to the strong fishy smell. His brows furrowed slightly. At the same time, a snow cake fell from the mountain ridge above with a thunderous roar, like a shooting star, and lay between the two.

The snow cake is as long as a truck, and its scales, which exude a scorching heat, give people a heavy sense of oppression as soon as it appears.

With the advent of snow cakes.

Not only Feilong, but also He Yu in the arena, had their expressions change instantly.

"This...this aura...is in no way inferior to the Black Iron level." He Yu's pupils shrank.

"What terrifying power! This giant lizard was hiding its aura just now?" Feilong recalled the first time he saw Xuebing. It was very low-key. He thought it was just a larger lizard, similar to a crocodile lizard.

"So what if he's a Black Iron level? Maybe this guy is an Awakened One who specializes in controlling monsters." Although He Yu was wary, he didn't lose his fighting spirit.

A cloud of blood mist suddenly rose up in the arena, concealing He Yu's enormous figure and making it impossible to see him.

“A meaningless move, Snowcake, defeat it.” Han Ning’s eyes flashed with golden light, and he transmitted the message in sync with his mental power.

Chapter 213 The Day of Battle

These damp, thick blood mists seemed to have no effect on Han Ning, who possessed the Golden Tiger Eyes.

"Roar!"

A low, high-speed vibration sound rang out, and the reddish-brown light on the surface of the snow cake vibrated rapidly. A rock that was spinning at high speed appeared in mid-air.

That terrifying pressure swept across the entire area.

"What amazing skill! It's astonishing every time I see it."

Han Ning breathed in the oppressive air; Xuebing's current strength was only slightly weaker than his.

boom!

In the blink of an eye, the rock spear shot out and split into more than a dozen smaller rock spears in mid-air, each carrying a crimson flame, enveloping He Yu from all directions.

The next moment, He Yu's painful wails echoed through the arena.

As the blood mist dissipated, a trembling, crawling figure was revealed inside.

A rock spear was pressed against He Yu's head.

He Yu collapsed softly to the ground, his body covered in scarlet blood that seeped out through the cracks and soaked the ground.

It seems that because of He Yu's offensive behavior just now, his injuries are now obviously more serious.

It wasn't that He Yu didn't resist; Han Ning was all too familiar with it. This kind of rock spear, imbued with the aura of earth element, combined with the gravity control of the snow cake, would seal off all of the enemy's movements.

It seemed like a swift victory, but in reality, Xuebing used many underhanded tactics.

"Leader Han Ning wins!" Fei Long announced the result, his face still showing surprise.

"...We lost just like that?" He Yu's face was grim, and a sense of bewilderment lingered in his expression.

"Am I qualified?" Han Ning asked Feilong.

“Of course you’re qualified! Welcome to our team.” Seeing Han Ning quickly defeat He Yu, Fei Long couldn’t help but smile.

"Then we'll be going now. See you when we have our duel." Han Ning noticed that He Yu's expression was getting increasingly gloomy, and immediately prepared to leave.

It wasn't that he was afraid of He Yu, but rather that he hated the guy's fishy smell and disgusting eyes.

Feilong nodded: "Alright, the duel is scheduled for 10 a.m. two days from now. If you are unsure of the time, you can come to the Iron Tiger Gathering Area in advance, which is located 16 kilometers away in the northeast of Panshi."

"no problem."

While Feilong went forward to negotiate with He Yu, Han Ning and his companions quickly left the venue.

……

Three days flew by.

On the morning of the fourth day, around 7 a.m., there was a knock on Han Ning's door.

He opened the door with his hair all messy, and Yu Na was already dressed and standing outside the room with a dignified demeanor.

She frowned and looked Han Ning up and down: "It's time to get up. Why are you still sleeping?"

In order not to miss the agreed time, Han Ning asked Yu Na to wake him up early.

I didn't expect this girl to be here so early.

"Is it time? Okay, I got it." Han Ning rubbed his hair.

Today is the agreed-upon day for the duel.

After a quick wash, Han Ning and Yu Na boarded a snow cake and headed to the Iron Tiger gathering area.

Vice President Zhao was responsible for settling the people from Panshi, but none of them came along.

Before they even reached the Iron Tiger gathering area, several figures were already waiting at the entrance.

The Iron Tiger settlement is larger than the Rock settlement, with more orderly and sturdy houses, and is located in a mountain valley near a forest.

The environment is also better than that of Panshi, and the ordinary people coming and going inside look more energetic.

Seeing Han Ning arrive on time, Feilong smiled faintly and nodded to him: "Chief Han is here, so let's set off."

Soon, led by Feilong, the group arrived at an open area outside the highland outpost.

The Highland Outpost is located in the northern part of the Iron Tiger settlement area, on a mountaintop with a relatively high altitude.

At this time, dozens of people had gathered in the open space, and it looked quite lively.

"It's just a few matches, why are there so many people?" Han Ning was somewhat surprised.

"These witnesses were called by Chief Qian; there are quite a few of them."

Feilong approached them and explained.

"Where's the other person?" Han Ning noticed that He Yu hadn't arrived.

Feilong frowned slightly: "Uh... Aya went to invite He Yu, let's wait a bit longer."

Where does he usually live?

“He lives in a small settlement, and Aya has been handling the communications with him these past few days.” Feilong’s face showed a hint of unease.

"understood."

Han Ning suddenly understood; those who understood, understood.

As the middle force, the high ground outpost arranged the battle near their base.

However, it seemed that this place was still some distance from the actual base. Han Ning looked around but still couldn't see what the inside of the high ground outpost was like.

...

Time passes gradually.

Han Ning accepted the breakfast that Yu Na handed him, ate it, and by the time he finished, it was almost nine o'clock.

But to this day, He Yu has still not appeared.

Feilong's previously calm expression turned somewhat anxious.

"Leader of the Flying Dragons, have the others arrived yet?" Han Ning asked, looking at the growing crowd around him.

"No, they should be on their way." Feilong's expression was not good, and he whispered a few words to Chen Hu beside him.

The burly man left the battle zone with a gloomy face.

Five minutes later, the time reached 8:55.

On the other side, a middle-aged man in a short jacket, exuding an air of sophistication, arrived at the designated battle area, surrounded by seven or eight people.

"This is Deputy Chief Qian of the Highland Outpost. The Highland Outpost has one Chief and two Deputy Chiefs. His strength ranks among the top three, and he is also a Black Iron level expert." Feilong introduced the newcomer to Han Ning.

"Feilong, are you ready?" Deputy Leader Qian stopped in his tracks when he saw Feilong.

"Almost there, almost there!" Feilong replied absentmindedly.

"Okay, then you all prepare well, I won't bother you any longer." Deputy Leader Qian nodded and turned to gather with his subordinates.

“Aya hasn’t arrived yet, something must have happened.” At 8:57, Feilong’s expression began to turn serious.

"Brother Long, Brother Long!"

Just then, Aya's voice rang out from the foot of the mountain path not far away.

The group looked over at the sound and saw her with disheveled hair and a flushed face, being carried by Chen Hu as she hurried over.

"What exactly happened?" Feilong looked at Aya's angry, flushed face, and his expression darkened.