The crimson sun sank in the west, its lingering glow on the horizon about to vanish completely as dusk settled over the land. Across the vast grasslands, the roar of a lion shook the heavens, threatening to tear souls from bodies. Everyone swiftly retreated, avoiding the terrifying battlefield.
Little Rascal clashed fiercely with the Nine-Headed Lion, their battle carrying them deep into the grasslands, far from the towering stone mountain. The battlefield spanned an immense area, illuminated by the dazzling radiance of divine techniques. The Golden Lion let out a mighty roar, all nine heads bellowing in unison. Nine golden shockwaves surged forth like tidal waves, shaking the heavens and earth. This was the Golden Lion lineage’s true Lion’s Roar technique—its sonic waves split the earth, flattened the grass, and sent shivers down the spines of all who witnessed it.
Little Rascal fought with everything he had. The battle reached a fever pitch as they tore across hundreds of miles, the battlefield expanding ever further.
“ROAR—!”
The Lion’s Roar was terrifying. All nine heads unleashed sonic waves so tangible they appeared as golden tsunamis, crashing down with overwhelming force. They clashed and shifted positions, encountering scattered stone hills along the way—yet under the lion’s roar, golden waves swept through, shattering the rocks into dust.
The onlookers trembled in awe. This sonic technique was peerless, a power only the Golden Lion lineage could wield.
The vast grasslands trembled under the lion’s fury—a testament to the law of the wild: the strong ruled, the weak perished.
The Golden Lion was a fearsome sight—massive, powerful, its golden claws striking with mountain-shattering force. Each collision with Little Rascal’s fists sent shockwaves of runes and thunderous echoes across the land, leaving distant spectators horrified.
But what truly stunned them was not the lion—it was the small figure standing toe-to-toe with it. How could a human child possess such strength?
Even the Golden Lion was shaken. It was older, more experienced—yet it could only match him. If they had trained for the same amount of time, the outcome would have been dire.
BOOM!
Another earth-shaking collision. The lion roared, its sonic waves surging like an ocean. Yet the human boy stood firm, bathed in divine light, unyielding.
Little Rascal fought with unprecedented ferocity, his blood boiling, his eyes sharp with battle lust.
“KILL!”
Above him, a volcanic crater manifested, spewing crimson “lava.” A golden treasure emerged, radiating dazzling light as it slashed toward the lion.
The Bone Scissors reappeared—two golden bones intertwined like twin dragons, sharp enough to cut through anything.
The Golden Lion barely dodged, darting across the grasslands like a streak of lightning. The scissors sliced through a stone mountain, sending its upper half crashing down in a cloud of dust.
The lion was wounded—its mane severed, one head nearly split open, blood staining its eyes red.
“ROAR—!”
A string of golden prayer beads erupted from its body, each one glowing like a miniature world. They clashed with the Bone Scissors, unleashing a thunderous explosion that lit up the grasslands.
Both combatants were sent flying, blood spraying from their mouths.
“You’re strong!” Little Rascal admitted—his first injury in this world.
The Nine-Headed Lion was even more shaken. It was older, more advanced—yet it could only tie with this human child. How terrifying!
“Again!” Little Rascal wiped the playful grin from his face, his expression solemn, his eyes burning with battle intent.
“KILL!” The Golden Lion had no retreat—it had to win.
Their battle resumed, Little Rascal enveloped in a silver disk, its light intensifying as ancient palaces, trees, and demonic birds manifested within it. He exhaled a cloud of mist, shrouding the battlefield—even the sharpest eyes couldn’t penetrate it.
Within the fog, lightning crackled as Little Rascal transformed into a golden thunder god, launching a devastating assault.
The onlookers could only hear roars and shouts—until a blinding explosion dispersed the mist, revealing the two combatants locked in a bloody struggle.
Little Rascal mounted the lion, gripping its mane as he rained thunderous blows on its central head.
The Golden Lion retaliated—a golden lion-shaped sigil erupted from its body, a technique known as the Fearless Lion Seal.
Gasps erupted from the crowd. Even the prodigies of the Sky-Suppressing Sect paled—this was the Golden Lion lineage’s ultimate technique, one only adults should wield.
The seal’s power was catastrophic—mountains could be moved, seas filled, storms summoned. Even in its incomplete form, it shattered the earth.
Little Rascal dodged, feeling the weight of mountains pressing down.
Instead of countering with brute force, he recalled the Primordial True Record—images of divine battles flashing in his mind.
He didn’t replicate them—no two battles were the same. Instead, he adapted, his hands weaving countless runes—fire, lightning, wind—each shift altering his stance, his movements fluid as a god of war.
“Dissipate!”
With a final shout, he neutralized the Fearless Lion Seal—not through overwhelming power, but through ingenious application of fundamental principles.
The Golden Lion, drained, turned to flee.
“Where do you think you’re going?!” Little Rascal leaped onto its back, raining down punches like a divine conqueror.
The spectators were stunned. The Nine-Headed Lion—once deemed invincible—was now subdued, reduced to a mount.
Little Rascal mused aloud, “Hmm… Riding a Golden Lion would be impressive. But eating it would be a shame.”
He pondered. “Maybe I’ll eat a few heads now and let the rest grow back later?”
The human geniuses were speechless. The other creatures shuddered—this child was terrifying!
“ROAR!” The lion thrashed, golden light flooding the grasslands.
“Don’t make me eat you right now,” Little Rascal threatened, torn between roasting the beast or keeping it as a steed.
After all, in ancient times, even gods had coveted the Nine-Headed Lion as a mount.
Now, he had one.
To eat or not to eat—that was the question.
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