Talented Martial Hero
Chapter 522 The Purple Mutant Is Finally Killed

"This is the true inheritance skill of the Dragon Blood Clan!"

The purple mutant's mouth fell open. His shock lasted all of a moment as he bared his fangs and snarled in defiance.

With a resounding boom, Scott blasted forward.

In a wavy movement, his dragon body shot toward the purple mutant. Before the purple mutant could move, Scott slammed into him.

The purple and cyan figures wrestled. Snarling and roaring, they snapped, clawed, spewed fire, and spiritual energy at each other. Winds whipped. Clouds swirled. Lightning crackled across the sky, the resounding boom of thunder joining it. The battle seemed as if it would tear the world apart.

Rays of brilliant light cascaded upon the area. The spectators threw up their hands to protect their eyes against the luminance. They cowered before the power on display.

The ocean beneath the battle churned and spun, forming a great maelstrom. The water boiled. Countless creatures died, their flesh melted by the vast energy.

"Can you believe it?" a person in the crowd exclaimed. "The Holy Lord of the Dragon Holy Land is so powerful that his dragon incarnation can fight the purple mutant!”

"Yeah, it's reasonable to believe Holy Lord Scott could be the most powerful Holy Lord since the beginning of the Holy Lands!" another person said.

The crowd watched the fight in awe. From one to another they voiced their amazement.

The light intensified until it completely obscured the battlefield. Not even spiritual sense could penetrate the area.

An explosion rocked the air.

Shock waves rippled across the area. The force of them felt as if they would wash away anything for miles.

Darren was the first one who flew towards the fighting area. He waited quietly for a while until the light dissipated. Then, he saw a severely bruised cyan dragon standing proudly. The purple mutant had exploded into seven or eight pieces.

"Scott, you won?"

Grinning, Darren rushed toward the dragon.

Scott threw back his head and roared. He glared in Darren's direction.

Undeterred, Darren continued forward. Scott whipped his tail toward Darren, causing him to leap back.

'What's going on?" Darren wondered. Then his brows rose as understanding dawned.

A wave of tremendous auras gushed from the bits of the mutant's body. The pieces shot into the air, gathered together, and began to reform.

In seconds, a perfect purple mutant was standing in front of the cyan dragon again.

"How is that possible?” exclaimed people in the crowd.

"Is he actually immortal?"

Clamoring and shouting, the people tried to make sense of the events.

"Hmm! You are very interesting. I never expected that you could break my body apart. But do you understand now that you can't kill me?" the purple mutant said in an indifferent tone.

"You are nothing but a spent arrow now." Scott's voice was hoarse and cold.

"Humph!" the mutant snarled. "Who the hell is the spent arrow? The power of my single finger is enough to kill you now!" Grimacing, the purple mutant regarded Scott with contempt in his eyes. His confidence seemed justified. Judging from Scott's appearance and labored breathing, Scott was indeed extremely weak now. His combat power would be a mere fraction of what it had been previously.

"Darren, I need your help.” Scott's voice echoed.

Such a request came as a shock to the crowd.

"Holy Lord Scott, we think it's better for us to retreat now. We doubt Darren's help will make a difference.”

Worry was written large across the faces of the three-star grand warriors. Darren could understand their reasons. They'd witnessed what should have been the death of the purple mutant. And yet, the mutant was whole again, seemingly better than before. What difference could Darren make in this? "He will die for sure,” Scott said coldly in response to the warriors’ deep concern.

That reassurance was all Darren needed. With a sudden explosion of power, he shot toward Scott. "Darren, according to my judgment, although the mutant has reassembled his body, he has already lost his vitality. At best, he can exert the power of a five-star grand warrior at the beginning level. We will definitely kill him if we unite.” Scott's words echoed in secret through Darren's spiritual sense.

"No problem." Darren nodded.

Roaring, Scott dashed toward the purple mutant in an undulating wave of flesh and scales.

Sweat beaded the skin of the purple mutant when he realized that Scott had ignored his threats. Using his demonic internal force, he evaporated the sweat before Scott could see. He thought to himself, “Damn it! I used our King's life-saving method. Although I saved myself, my power isn't what it was before.’ The mutant searched within himself for a solution to the fight. A skill or strategy he could call upon to ensure victory.

He thought back to when Darren had slain the four black mutants earlier. Darren's real combat power had shown Darren was nothing more than a nuisance, an ant, even at Darren's peak. If Darren were alone, the purple mutant was convinced he could easily defeat Darren despite his reduced strength. But the situation was different now. The problem was Scott, the nasty, powerful cyan dragon. Combined with Darren they would prove to be a threat. Defeating them both was not a sure thing.

Booms rang out.

Scott's dragon tail turned into numerous phantoms. They swept out. Power from them bombarded the purple mutant.

"It's my turn now," Darren murmured after Scott launched his powerful attacks. Calling upon the Hurricane Teleportation Skill, he teleported in front of the mutant.

"Blood Dragon Phantom—Unite!" Darren yelled to activate his most powerful skill. Darren split into eight avatars in the blink of an eye. The avatars reunited a moment later, reforming a single entity. "What? Another warrior from the Dragon Blood Clan!" the purple mutant yelled, thunderstruck. He'd only felt Darren's combat power before and hadn't seen his fighting abilities. Shocked by the fact that he was facing another enemy with the inheritance skill of the Dragon Blood Clan, the mutant knew he could not surrender or retreat. All that was left was to fight to the best of his ability. He had to end their lives here and now.

Enraged, the purple mutant bellowed, "You go to hell!"

Using his body to absorb Scott's attack, the mutant dashed toward Darren, intent on killing the lesser opponent first.

'Very well, * Darren thought to himself. He had anticipated this maneuver. It was what he would have done himself if faced by the combined might of Dragon Blood Clan members and their inheritance skill. It was a strategy born out of panic.

Darren unleashed his abilities.

"Air-integrated True Rule,” he bellowed.

Overwhelmed by his murderous intent and panic, the purple mutant initiated his strikes, his arms glowing red as he darted toward Darren. The space between them closed. The red arms would strike Darren, killing him. In the moment before the red arms hit him, Darren disappeared.

Stunned, the purple mutant spun to attack Scott who he knew had been chasing him. But the mutant was a second late. Scott's dragon claws and tails sliced into the mutant. The attacks shredded most of the scales on the mutant’s body.

"Argh!"

the purple mutant yowled at the pain. Full of rage and hate, he tried to counter Scott.

In that same moment, he had the sense that an extremely powerful presence was behind him. A presence that screamed of danger. Of impending attack.

Rather than turn, the purple mutant poured all his power into charging Scott. Even as he did so, he shot a glance over his shoulder.

An ocean of olive-black force poured toward him.

That force carried the repressive aura of dragon blood. A chill shot down the spine of the purple mutant. Heart hammering in his chest, fear choking him, he cried out, "No!"

A dragon tail struck him and flung him back into the onrushing olive-black force.

"Aaaargh!”

the purple mutant howled. And then blue-black blood covered his entire body.

Darren knew that his olive-black force was not enough to kill the purple mutant. He rushed into close quarters with his Hurricane Teleportation Skill. Meanwhile, he also launched his other two powerful skills, the dark gold internal force and the Blade and Sword Domain. The attacks bombarded the purple mutant in a flurry of strikes and spiritual energy, exploding in a torrent, lighting up the air.

"Damn you! Go to hell!"

the purple mutant yelled. In a last desperate effort he struck out at Darren. His rotten palms closed in for the kill. If he was to die, he would take one of them with him.

"Roar!"

Before the palms touched Darren, the dragon shot past the giant palms, and placed himself before the attack.

"Scott!" Darren cried out in fear.

The power of the palms had cracked open Scott's dragon head.

"I'll kill you!" Darren roared. His eyes grew blood-shot.

Taking advantage of Scott's sacrifice, Darren launched countless sword and blade attacks strengthened by the olive-black force. The attacks rippled out and into the purple mutant.

"Kill, kill, kill" came the furious roars from the three-star grand warriors who had been watching from far away. They knew they couldn't just stand by anymore.

As one, they launched themselves into the fray. They besieged the purple mutant and released the maximum power of their domains against him.

Struggling against death, the purple mutant tried to counter. He frantically launched attacks against the three-star grand warriors, and even the three strong rule cultivators, including Horace, were almost hit by him and dropped.

But as he was now struggling with his last gasp of breath, he could not avoid Darren's formidable attacks.

Swoosh!

Darren's Unbeatable Sword Skill finally stabbed into the heart of the purple mutant. Not willing to risk the purple mutant again returning to life, Darren used his sword and blade ability. He smashed the mutant's head into hundreds of pieces

"Assimilate!” Darren snapped at once.

The next second, he assimilated the talent of the purple mutant. His own ability increased greatly. Without a thought to his current power, Darren zipped down toward Scott, whose dragon body was plummeting from the sky.

"We won!

We finally won the battle!" the rest of the human grand warriors yelled.

They cried out in disbelief as the four-star and five-star mutants all had been killed.

But even as they celebrated, they also knew none of it would be possible without Scott. He was their backbone. Without him, they would be dead. Concerned for him, they hurried toward Darren and Scott.