Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

In the midst of the bullets amidst the storm, Oskilov dodged left and right, clicking his tongue in admiration.

"Excellent spear technique. Speaking of sniping, you could be considered the best in the world."

His body changed with incredible speed, and his voice fluctuated between near and far.

However, every time he attacked, it gave Yang Fei immense pressure and a sense of crisis.

Nuannuan was driving, never daring to stop, and within moments, the truck had rushed more than twenty kilometers.

On the expansive wilderness was a vast prairie, with low-hanging clouds at the horizon, seemingly touching everyone's heads.

On the truck, Oskilov's figure shifted left and right, forward and backward, changing with myriad variations.

If it weren't for his constant fear of Yang Fei's Dragon Talisman Bullets, this guy would have long since closed in to mercilessly kill Yang Fei.

Finally, Yang Fei's bullet chain ran out, and Oskilov laughed heartily, leaping towards Yang Fei from the air.

Yang Fei shouted and activated the Dragon Battle Arena, his last resort.

Oskilov only felt the space in front of him seemed to shake, causing his body to lose balance, stumbling backward involuntarily.

He was greatly surprised and retreated rapidly.

On the other side, Yang Fei was even more shocked that the Dragon Battle Arena couldn't draw Oskilov into parallel space.

Just how advanced is Oskilov's Martial Arts Realm?

Taking advantage of Oskilov's panicked retreat, Yang Fei quickly used his mind to communicate with the Evil God Adou within the Dragon Battle Arena.

"Why the heck are you striking? What's going on? Do you believe I won't pour crap on your head?"

Adou's voice entered Yang Fei's mind, clearly tinged with Schadenfreude.

"Master, you are wise and invincible, but compared to this guy, your realm is... a bit distant, so you cannot wield the power of the Dragon Battle Arena to trap him."

Yang Fei instantly understood everything.

Oskilov's Martial Arts Realm has likely surpassed the True Martial Realm, possibly a monster of the same level as Athena.

Meanwhile, I am just an ant with Gang Strength Super God, and the power I could harness from the Dragon Battle Arena is indeed limited and cannot control Oskilov.

Yang Fei instantly understood everything, feeling as if his heart was dead.

Damn, it truly is a tremendous realization how each Realm is a Heaven above the previous.

Oskilov was startled by Yang Fei, knowing there was something strange about this kid, so he dared not approach Yang Fei again.

However, he resembled a hunting beast, constantly following Yang Fei from afar.

Yang Fei looked at the Three-Star Shine, the remaining two Nebula Stones emitting a faint blue starlight.

If I activate the Nebula Stone and add in the Brahma Fetal Giant Hand Seal, I might have a chance to fight.

But doing so would be too risky, and if I fail to kill Oskilov, I'll die for sure.

Watching Oskilov drawing closer, Yang Fei sneered internally, putting aside thoughts of life and death.

Even if I die, I want this Old Maozi Prince to accompany me in death!

This past year, since rising in the Yannan Underground World, with my fists and Military Spikes, I've faced countless experts.

The current Yang Fei is no longer the Yang Fei from a year ago.

He is now fearless and without regret!

Oskilov continued following the truck from afar, his form elusive and difficult to capture.

However, Yang Fei could already discern the sneer at the corner of his mouth.

Oskilov, like a patient hunter, gradually approached his prey, Yang Fei.

He had to ensure the prey didn't escape, but also avoid a retaliatory backlash from the cornered prey that might injure him.

Yang Fei's speed was no match for Oskilov. Activating the Three-Star Shine could only be done suddenly; otherwise, Oskilov might still escape unscathed.

Yang Fei decided to activate the Three-Star Shine at the last moment to completely wipe out Oskilov.

Each had their own calculations, leading to a stalemate even now.

The truck rumbled on, driving continuously forward, with Oskilov remaining at a fixed distance, while Yang Fei stood atop the truck, calmly watching Oskilov in the distance, his expression serene, free of sorrow or joy.

In fact, Oskilov was already growing impatient, but Yang Fei's profound and inscrutable expression gave him an indescribable sense of danger, preventing him from acting rashly.

At this moment, behind Yang Fei, another person's voice emerged, cold, carrying the iron-blood spirit of battles across yellow sands and wearing golden armor.

"What now, can't handle it? Let me give it a try!"

Yang Fei was startled, turning around to see an additional man on the truck roof.

He was exceedingly handsome, his features as if sculpted from marble, full of depth, his eyes shining like gods, dressed in a black leather jacket.

His hands casually stuffed into his pockets, appearing extremely unrestrained.

The man looked ageless, somewhere between thirty and fifty, with a subtle air of nonchalance enhancing his masculinity.

His cold and charismatic expression was stunning enough to outshine any popular male celebrity.

"It's you..."

Yang Fei immediately recognized him as the mysterious man who had once saved him and thrown him into the Niusku Diamond Mine, the one who had told him about the Phoenix Extreme.

This time, however, there was a claw mark on the mysterious man's handsome face.

The claw struck deep, the wound extending down to his neck, though now scabbed over, still indicating the grievous injury at that time.

Yang Fei was both suspicious and uncertain, as the mysterious man was the most powerful and enigmatic master Yang Fei had ever met.

If even he was injured, it's hard to imagine the kind of formidable existence he faced!

The mysterious man noticed Yang Fei's gaze, smiled slightly, but did not explain, merely giving Yang Fei a once-over with approval in his expression.

"Not bad, I estimate it won't be long before you recover your peak strength."

"By then, you will truly understand the true nature of this world, and qualify to enter the Divine Battleground."

"Divine Battleground?"

Yang Fei had never heard such a strange name before, repeating it in confusion.

The mysterious man laughed heartily, as if covering up something.

"It's too early to discuss this with you now. For now, let me help you deal with this guy, okay?"

Yang Fei nodded, but his mind kept pondering the mysterious man's words.

Within those few words, it seemed a vast world was concealed.

Oskilov had already noticed the mysterious man, filled with uncertainty.

The man's appearance was undetected even by him.

This enigmatic man gave Oskilov a sense of profound unfathomability.

Oskilov's long lifespan had accumulated vast experience.

Generally speaking, people like him were either geniuses masquerading as fools or profoundly deep and unmatched masters.

The mysterious man turned to look at Oskilov, speaking faintly.

"Spirit Martial First Heaven, not bad indeed. Come, meet your death?"