Longxing City, within the Defense Clan's towering fortress.
A mountain of a man stepped forward, aura weighing the hall down like a boulder on every chest. His voice was deep, unrelenting.
"You. Are you Lucien?"
The earth seemed to still beneath Titan's glare.
Lucien blinked blearily, jug hanging loose. "…And who's this old orangutan?"
Bai Chenxiang paled, whispering quickly, "That's Titan… patriarch of the Strength Clan. Grandpa, don't provoke him!"
Bai He barked louder, trying to head it off. "Titan! Lu Yuan saved my Min Clan. This isn't your concern!"
But Titan's jaw lengthened, teeth gnashing like thunder. "Shut up, White Bird! He struck my grandson. Strength Clan never lets insults sleep. Even if he bears Qibao Glazed's name—do you think we cower?!"
Boom! His fist smashed through a table, liquor spraying like blood.
Even Niu Gao frowned. "Titan, don't be reckless. That brat isn't ordinary. Behind him is the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect. We cannot afford enemies like that!"
Titan's laughter ripped out like a landslide. "My family afraid of Qibao Glazed Tile Sect? Nonsense! If we bow today, we lose Strength Clan's spine forever! If he is truly strong—then let fists decide!"
Defense Clan Training Arena.
A battlefield forged from black stone sprawled 300 meters wide, granite floors three meters thick to withstand the tremors of beasts and giants.
Lucien swayed into position, fifty meters away from Titan's colossal frame.
The elders groaned. "Why must this old gorilla act like a child?"
"What good if he wins? He's smacked a junior half his age. And if he loses—ha, shame til our deaths."
Zhu Zhuqing's nails dug into her palms, heart aching. Against a Contra… can Lucien really…?
"Enough prattle!" Titan stomped, the stone trembling. "Boy! Feel the power of Strength!"
Boom!
His colossal fist struck Lucien's sword, scattering sparks, sending the youth skating ten meters across stone.
A hush fell. Zhu Zhuqing inhaled sharply, her chest twisting.
But Lucien only staggered back upright, black flames kindling. He laughed, lips quirking.
"Good fist, Old Orangutan. I'll carve you for it."
Whump—whump—! His sword ignited, flames roaring, afterimages slicing through air as he charged.
"Fifth Spirit Ability—Feng Chen Absolute Slash!!"
Sword Qi erupted, arcs splitting, stabbing straight for Titan's wide chest.
BOOM! Titan's fourth ring blazed, golden energy surging out: a fortress-like shield encasing him. Sword Qi clashed, sparks raining as if Meteors beat the sky.
Lucien's shadow flickered—he was already behind Titan. The glow of his right spirit bone swelled—
Crash! His Soul Power Sword cleaved down Titan's back, searing his armor, the Contra stiffening for half a breath in pain.
But the giant spun, furious defiance in his eyes.
"Little brat… not bad!"
His rings flared blood-red. "Seventh—Martial Soul True Body!!"
The gorilla erupted behind him, titanic, hammering chest with earth-breaking roars, blue veins bulging across limbs.
Lucien froze a fraction — its aura like the heavens themselves pressing down, his speed sluggish, chest squeezed.
Titan's rumbling laughter boomed. "Did you think a Contra so easily felled?! Eighth Ability… Gravity Prison!!"
The very air twisted, warping around Lucien, his Sword Qi in the sky stalling mid‑air, frozen.
Then the pressure swarmed his body, an omnipresent force clawing from all directions. His limbs hissed under the weight, his jug cracking and spilling wine.
Lucien's smirk faltered.
Titan's sneer bent down at him. "Boy… my soul ability locks even ghosts. No evasion. Even if you vanish—this pressure follows. You've lost."
The walls shook with Titan's laughter, the specter gorilla behind him howling to the sky.
"Strength rules all! What can one drunk Sword King do against a Contra's might?!"
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