The legendary warrior

Chapter 1362 Peter's Improvement

Mordechai was speechless with disbelief, and he couldn't say anything for a long time. After a long while, he asked, "How is that even possible? Does this mean you always have that ancient arena with you, Ricky?"

Ella was in the same boat. She could only stare at Ricky in silence.

"Yeah, it's been with me all this time, and you just didn't know." A mysterious smile flashed across Ricky's face.

"You really are incredible, man! How can you control that ancient arena?"

Mordechai sighed again. "However, I don't think we can use that here.

If other warriors find out that you have that, you'll be in even more danger!"

"Don't worry, none of these devils will leave this place alive. I'm sure you have no plans of just letting these devils go, right?"

Ricky reassured the other man.

"As for Claire and her companions, I think we can trust them to keep this a secret."

After that, he released Mordechai and Ella from the Massacring Zone, and then he turned to Claire and Peter. "You guys can put away the Illusory Ring now. It's time to take down these pests!"

Hearing Ricky's voice woke the two of them from their shocked stupor. Just as he instructed, they put away the Illusory Ring and went to Ricky's side.

Of course, they killed the Short Devil tribe's old chief before anything else.

"Ricky, thanks for coming,"

Claire breathed gratefully as she came to Ricky's side.

"How can I not come when a beauty such as you called for me? You know I can't say no to you,"

he answered with a teasing grin.

"Long time no see, Ricky! I can't believe how much stronger you've gotten since the last time I saw you. Indeed, you are the genius that defeated Mike and that man who had the Dark Land Blood Mutant,"

Peter chimed in at this moment.

He had always thought of himself as a genius, and in his mind, even Mike was no better than him. Mike was only powerful because he had trained for longer and, thus, had more experience.

But after he saw the battle between Ricky and Chad, Peter had to admit that Ricky was more talented than himself. He saw how powerful Ricky was, even though the other man had less time to cultivate than him.

The fact that Peter could tell how much stronger he had grown caught Ricky's attention.

With his acute senses, he could tell that Peter had also grown stronger, and by a wide margin too! In fact, he couldn't see through Peter's actual strength at all.

"You have also become stronger, haven't you, Peter?"

Ricky asked with a cryptic smile. "But this isn't the time for us to reminisce about the past. Let's kill these devils first."

"You, despicable humans, all deserve to die!"

the Short Devil tribe's chief roared in anger as he gazed at the surrounding wreckage filled with the corpses of his fellow devils.

"I have a proposal for you, young master of the Black Poison Devil tribe. If you help me kill these creatures from the continent, I promise to cast weapons for your tribe for twenty years with nothing in exchange," the chief of the Short Devil tribe proposed to the young master of the Black Poison Devil tribe beside him, and his face was contorted in anger and grief.

When the young master heard this, his ghastly eyes lit up in greed. The proposal had thrilled him because it meant that the esteemed Short Devil tribe would cast weapons for his tribe for twenty years, and they would ask nothing in return. It was a great bargain, and his tribe would certainly profit from the deal.

But, of course, he didn't let the glee show on his face. He replied to the chief coldly, "Chief, set your mind at ease. These creatures from the continent are our common enemies. I won't show them any mercy.

How can I when they have slaughtered many members of the Black Poison Devil tribe as well?"

"Humph! You have the nerve to say we, humans, deserve to die, but you don't know what you are talking about. Since ancient times, the devils have always been the ones to start every battle,"

replied Ricky in an icy tone that rivaled the young master's. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

"Honestly, whenever I kill any other creature, I feel slightly guilty since they are still living creatures of this earth. But I don't have any sense of guilt when taking your worthless lives!"

"You must have a death wish, human brat. Are you so confident that you can destroy our stronghold with some sacred weapons in your hands?"

sneered the young master.

In the blink of an eye, he sped towards Ricky with murderous intent.

"Guys, I'll leave the rest of the devils to you while I deal with the young master myself,"

instructed Ricky telepathically to his companions. He saw that the young master had launched an attack at him, but he was ready to move at a moment's notice.

"Understood! Take care of yourself!"

"Let me deal with that annoying guy, Ricky. He made us suffer a lot before you arrived, and he has insulted us over and over. If we weren't surrounded by these devils, I would have killed him already,"

Peter chimed in before Ricky could do anything. It seemed that he had a grudge against the young master.

Then, without waiting for Ricky's answer, he sped towards his opponent.

"You are the young master of the Black Poison Devil tribe, right? I'll be your last opponent because I'll take your life today," Peter told the devil coldly as he continuously released the heavenly illusionary power from his body.

Meanwhile, Ricky and the others went straight for the other middle spiritual emperors of the devil race.

They intended to end this battle as fast as they could, as that would ensure their victory over this stronghold. If they took longer than necessary, some reinforcements for the devils might arrive.

As Peter and the young master fought, he noticed that the devil cultivated a potent demonic poison— the Black Poison.

"Humph! You stupid weaklings from the continent. We only held back because we were afraid of hurting the old chief! You would have died from the Black Poison now if it weren't for him,"

the young master uttered disdainfully.

"You think you can do that? Try me, then!"

Peter challenged his opponent.

With the heavenly illusionary power, he immediately unleashed his Illusionary Mutant.

Boom! Boom! Boom! The next moment, the poisonous evil spirit crashed against the countless layers of Peter's heavenly illusionary power.

The poisonous evil spirit contained a strong power of erosion and attack, and it could also suppress the energy of the continent. It was so potent that it seemed like it could dissolve anything it touched.

Peter, as an experienced warrior, was well aware of his weakness. He wasn't good at fighting head-on because his body wasn't up to par, and that meant he had to misdirect his opponent's attention with illusions. In this way, he also planned to confuse the young master so that the devil wouldn't figure out where his real body was.

The poisonous evil spirit could actually restrain the power of illusion, but that ability wasn't obvious at this moment.

"It looks like Peter's illusion power has become much stronger,"

Ricky remarked when he saw this. "And his blood power has increased as well."

"You're right. His blood power has increased because his heavenly illusionary power has advanced to a higher level. He can't achieve that just by comprehending,"

the Dragon Intent Grass agreed at once.

"Yeah, and his blood power didn't just get a little stronger. It seems like its power has shot up to the next level. I can tell because his heavenly illusionary power has gained an extreme nature that it didn't have before," agreed Ricky, nodding.

"Another ace genius has been born! Or, at the very least, he is close to becoming an ace genius,"

the Dragon Intent Grass added further.

While Ricky and the Dragon Intent Grass conversed, Peter had gained the upper hand with his heavenly illusionary power. With its power, he had managed to suppress the Black Poison released by the young master.

"Is this all you can do?" Peter scoffed after he had suppressed the young master with layers of his heavenly illusionary power. "As I said earlier, I could have killed you already if you didn't have so many people with you."

"You dare mock me, you lowly human?"

the young master roared at Peter's insults. He then unleashed invisible killing intent that swarmed Peter's heavenly illusionary power and destroyed it.

The poisonous evil spirit had drowned the entire area, like a river with the young master at its core.

"It's the Poisonous River!"

The young master made a small array with his hands in the blink of an eye, and a thick black poisonous evil spirit surged in an instant, forming a winding poisonous river that looked like a black python in the sky. Then, the poisonous evil spirit spread out and overflowed higher into the skies, as if it came from the original place of the poisonous evil spirit.

Sizzle! Sizzle! Moreover, due to the poisonous evil spirit, the entire space turned into nothingness.

Indeed, the poisonous evil spirit was terrifying in its power.