Chapter 646 - 296: Kolantono, Let Us Fight Side by Side

In the Death Arena, half a month had passed since Lu Wenwu made his escape.

Aside from the Dragon Knight, Morales, who was meditating with crossed legs, the others were extremely agitated.

From the initial impotent fury after Lu Wenwu decisively fled via the dungeon, to subsequent vile curses, and now to restless anxiety, it can only be said their mentality was truly tortured.

On one hand, they had no doubt that diving into another dungeon without cultivation after just exiting one was a deadly endeavor.

On the other hand, Lu Wenwu hadn’t emerged for such a long time, leaving them wondering what if he did survive and return from the dungeon?

If he succeeded once, he could do it again. Though one day he might die due to insufficient strength, what if?

What if luck favored him, and each time he ended up in a dungeon that, after failing assessments, punished him with forced repatriation and level reduction?

How long must they wait?

Are they doomed to wait like this endlessly?

Until death?

No, perhaps they’ll be forced into new dungeons themselves before dying.

Having wasted an entire rest phase, surviving the next dungeon was questionable.

Yet, this wasn’t the most terrifying aspect.

The most terrifying was...

If he was trapped in another Dungeon World due to an incomplete main quest, as long as he lived, the Death Arena would never vanish!

Would they be condemned to languish here until death?

At this thought, the son of the previous Grand Elder, Kolantono, erupted in impotent rage, screaming hysterically in the Death Arena.

He had endured so much to personally avenge his father’s killer!

Even dying on that path would be honorable!

What does this situation count as?

Dying in disgrace?

The Dragon Knight, Morales, was disturbed by the hysterical screams, slowly opening his eyes.

"Kolantono, if you face him with this attitude, I have no doubt you’ll be blasted in the head with a single punch."

This remark instantly triggered Kolantono’s sour mood.

He became like a fluffed-up cat, with his entire demeanor exploding.

Kolantono jumped, transforming his hysterical screams into enraged roars:

"Damn it! You limping old dragon! How are you better than me? In ancient Divine Continent sayings, you’re boosting others and undermining yourself!"

Morales remained indifferent to his mockery.

After the conversation with Lu Wenwu, he had rediscovered himself, the true Dragon Knight, once full of aspiration.

No longer was he the clueless Morales from a month ago, struggling even to ride his dragon.

Against a powerful foe, impotent rage was futile.

Only by adjusting one’s mentality can victory be achieved.

Looking at Kolantono, yelling like a furiously fluffed cat, and then at the three leaning against the Death Arena’s barrier, Morales sighed inwardly.

It seems this unfinished battle is left to this old man.

These unaccomplished fellows had their Dao Hearts shattered, the young dragon now a shadow haunting their minds.

This was the Heart Demon!

Combating one’s Heart Demon could allow, at most, seven or eight-tenths of one’s strength to be used.

Their desolate and tormented appearance was far from warriors awaiting a life-or-death battle.

They were akin to criminals awaiting execution!

With their fighting spirit extinguished, they were resigned to die.

Their strength might not even reach five-tenths.

Peak of S Rank?

Ha...

As Morales pondered, a white light flashed.

Along with it was that nightmare-like figure and voice.

"Yo? Seems I’ve come at a bad time? In my absence, you’ve already started in-fighting?"

"Tsk... I always said your so-called resistance had no future. I thought you all were legendary warriors unafraid of death, but this is rather disappointing."

Lu Wenwu, engulfed in Purgatory Dragon Flame, observed the scene before him and gave his sharp critique.

He confirmed again: this resistance was truly flawed, their personnel quality was abysmal, what a bunch of losers.

Seeing Lu Wenwu’s presence, Kolantono, the closest to him, had his roar change in timbre once more.

From a furious bellow to a shrieking howl, the hate swelling to the extreme almost birthing a Vengeful Spirit.

Simultaneously, he was the first to initiate an attack on Lu Wenwu.

Turning Fear into Fury and hatred is quite effective, albeit lowering intelligence.

Of course, lower intelligence is still better than none.

In comparison, the other three were less competent.

They practically had their guts scared out during the last self-implosion.

Lu Wenwu merely appeared, causing them to jump immediately.

Though also attacking from fear, their assault was filled with the hollow bravado of paper tigers.

Just as Morales said, their strength could not even reach five-tenths.