Chapter 462: Behemoth

Was the battle over?

The players watching the fight were somewhat stunned. Kung Shen had only managed one strong counterattack throughout the entire fight. The battle had essentially been dominated by Big Brother Qizi from start to finish. Looking at Big Brother Qizi, they couldn’t help but feel admiration. To bring a priest class to such a level was truly impressive.

In particular, priests from various teams felt a surge of excitement. So a priest could also be as dominant and commanding as Big Brother Qizi!

Before, they had thought priests were merely healers, relegated to supportive roles, treated like mere nannies or healers at others’ beck and call. But now they realized, priests could be just as dazzling in player combat, even capable of defeating top-tier warriors like Kung Shen.

After today’s duel, who would dare say priests are weak in PvP?

This battle would become a textbook case for priests.

“I’ve decided. I’m going to become a priest just like Big Brother Qizi!” said a priest who looked about seventeen or eighteen, his face still somewhat youthful. Clenching his fist, he introduced himself as Xing’ao, a minor priest in the Warrior Tribe, a branch of the Bullers Tribe.

“You? You even mess up healing in group fights. You think you can become a top priest like Big Brother Qizi? Maybe in your next life. Remember to heal properly next time we do a dungeon, and use Dispel when we get cursed!” a warrior joked.

“Those were just minor mistakes. Why can’t you believe I can do it?” Xing’ao retorted, his face flushed.

Big Brother Qizi stepped down from the arena.

“This time, I want that cape of yours. Hand over all three pieces,” Shui Se Yan Tou said to Kung Shen, who had just respawned. Three sub-legendary items—this was great! No need to tackle those difficult quests or enter dungeons to get such high-quality gear.

“Bullers, I’m not done yet. You dare find someone else to fight me!” Kung Shen, having lost three sub-legendary items in three consecutive defeats, was furious. Each of these items had been hard-earned through countless trials. He had spent at least thirty days acquiring them, skipping guild events and even the battle at Krips Fortress.

He had overlooked one thing: in a duel between experts, gear alone wasn’t enough.

At this point, Kung Shen had become a gambler, desperate to recoup his losses.

Hearing Kung Shen’s words, Shui Se Yan Tou narrowed his eyes and smirked coldly, “You’ve already lost all three sub-legendary items. What do you have left to bet?”

“I…” Kung Shen wanted to say more, but Shui Se Yan Tou’s words left him speechless.

“Kung Shen, get down here. Don’t make a fool of yourself!” Luo Tuo shouted through voice chat.

Kung Shen reluctantly handed over the three items to Shui Se Yan Tou, eyes blazing with fury like a wild beast, as if he wanted to tear a piece of flesh from Shui Se Yan Tou. But Shui Se Yan Tou merely smiled, unfazed by Kung Shen’s hatred. “Bring it on if you dare.” With three new sub-legendary items, he was now even stronger, while Kung Shen was like a tiger without its teeth—no longer a threat.

Kung Shen stepped down, and Luo Tuo leapt onto the arena.

Seeing Luo Tuo appear, a glint of killing intent flashed in Shui Se Yan Tou’s eyes. This rogue had been waiting for Nie Yan all along.

“President of the Bullers Tribe, Crazy Thief Nie Yan, care to have a match?” Luo Tuo’s eyes, sharp like a hawk’s, locked onto Nie Yan.

The players in the audience were still buzzing about the previous duel but fell silent at Luo Tuo’s challenge, turning their attention to Nie Yan.

“That kid’s asking for it, challenging Nie Yan Senior.”

“Yeah, he’s had enough lessons already.”

…

Everyone was waiting for Nie Yan’s response. Would he accept the challenge?

“Do you think you’re worthy? If your president dares challenge me, I might consider it,” Nie Yan replied calmly.

Thinking it over, the players realized he had a point. If any random member of Angel Empire could challenge the Bullers’ president, wouldn’t Nie Yan be lowering his status?

Nie Yan’s words struck the crux of the matter, placing him in an unbeatable position. Even if he refused the challenge, so what? No one could say anything against him.

“You want to challenge our president? Beat us first. If you can’t even handle us, challenging our president is just laughable,” Yu Wang Ran Qing Chun said.

“Exactly. The Angel Empire people are just a bunch of idiots, dreaming in daylight.”

“Do you even have the qualifications to challenge Nie Yan Senior?”

The audience almost unanimously sided with the Bullers Tribe. The Bullers had become deeply popular in Carol City, and Nie Yan was like a godlike figure, not to be easily challenged.

Luo Tuo didn’t argue. Instead, he began chanting a spell. After a moment, a massive creature appeared before the players. It resembled a bear, stood three meters tall, had a thick white coat, huge shoulder blades, and a pair of massive claws that occupied one end of the arena.

Its appearance caused an uproar among the players. The sheer size of the creature exuded a powerful, oppressive aura.

“Damn! It’s a Behemoth!”

A player recognized the beast. In the legends of Faith, Behemoths were on par with dragons. In melee combat, Behemoths were even stronger than dragons, their claws capable of tearing through dragon scales!

Nie Yan raised an eyebrow upon seeing the Behemoth. He hadn’t expected Angel Empire to have such treasures. It seemed they had put a lot of effort into confronting him.

“Does this qualify now? I heard Crazy Thief Nie Yan has a Golden Earth Dragon. I’d like to see which is stronger—the Golden Earth Dragon or the Behemoth!” Luo Tuo said, following instructions from Ang Wing Angel to force Nie Yan into the arena.

Nie Yan smirked inwardly. Ang Wing Angel had calculated well. Golden Earth Dragons and Behemoths were of similar tiers, both with growth rates around 20. Each had its strengths: the dragon excelled in magic, while the Behemoth was a close-range powerhouse. In the confined space of the arena, the Golden Earth Dragon would have to fight the Behemoth up close, which would be a disadvantage.

But even the smartest had their blind spots. If both creatures had the same growth rate and similar levels, the Behemoth might indeed defeat the Golden Earth Dragon easily. However, Nie Yan’s Golden Earth Dragon had a growth rate of 25, not 20!

A 5-point difference meant that for every level gained, the Golden Earth Dragon received 20% more attribute points than the Behemoth. By levels fifty to sixty, the gap would be huge.

Currently, the Behemoth was level 59, while the Golden Earth Dragon was level 61. Regardless of whether it was a melee or ranged fight, the Behemoth would be at a severe disadvantage.

“Is Crazy Thief Nie Yan afraid?” Luo Tuo smiled faintly, interpreting Nie Yan’s silence as hesitation.

“I can accept the challenge, but you need to offer something tempting enough. Without a good stake, the fight won’t be fun,” Nie Yan replied. He understood that a Behemoth like this was likely bound to its master and couldn’t be used as a wager. Angel Empire would have to put up something valuable.

Hearing Nie Yan’s words, the players watching the arena began to sweat. First, Shui Se Yan Tou had proposed a gear-based bet, stripping Kung Shen of all his gear. Now Nie Yan was asking for stakes. Were all members of the Bullers Tribe gamblers?

“What do you want to bet?” Luo Tuo asked cautiously. Nie Yan’s reputation was formidable—no one could accurately gauge his strength. Nie Yan rarely appeared, but when he did, it often meant disaster for his opponents. The last time he summoned a powerful dungeon lord to massacre the War Blade Bloodthirst Guild, it had left a deep impression on many players.

“Five sub-legendary items. Less than that, forget it,” Nie Yan said. Demanding too much might be impossible for Angel Empire to meet, so five sub-legendary items were just right—enough to hurt Angel Empire but not impossible to pay.

Sub-legendary items were quite rare. The Bullers Tribe had only about thirty such items combined across the entire guild. Angel Empire might have slightly more, perhaps fifty or sixty.

Luo Tuo hesitated. This decision wasn’t his to make. He relayed Nie Yan’s words to Ang Wing Angel.

“Fallen, what do you think? Is Crazy Thief Nie Yan bluffing?” Ang Wing Angel asked. Nie Yan’s harsh condition might be a ploy to scare them away.

“It’s hard to say. He’s incredibly calm. I can’t tell what he’s thinking,” Luo Tuo replied. He felt immense pressure. Losing would mean losing five sub-legendary items. Few had the courage to make such a high-stakes bet!

This was a confrontation between Ang Wing Angel and Nie Yan!

Ang Wing Angel remained silent for a long time.

“If we back out, Angel Empire will lose face. If we agree and lose, we’ll have to give up five sub-legendary items. The decision is yours,” Luo Tuo said carefully.

“The Behemoth is definitely stronger than the Golden Earth Dragon. I just wonder if Nie Yan has any hidden tricks. If he summons a flying mount…” Ang Wing Angel hesitated. Flying mounts were incredibly powerful, far surpassing summoned creatures. “If he doesn’t summon a flying mount, let’s bet!”

Recently, Nie Yan had probably been focused on obtaining a flying mount and hadn’t had time to collect other gear.

“I understand,” Luo Tuo said. Receiving Ang Wing Angel’s instructions, he focused solely on the task at hand.

Luo Tuo looked at Nie Yan and asked, “May I see your flying mount?”

“I won’t summon my flying mount during the duel,” Nie Yan replied with a faint smile. It seemed Luo Tuo was worried he might summon his flying mount. They had no idea that Nie Yan’s flying mount hadn’t even hatched yet.

“Fine, I’m in!” Luo Tuo clenched his teeth and declared.