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Chapter 15 - The Great Battle

"Rowan, get out here!" Not long after Rowan entered the Fortune Inn, a thunderous roar exploded from outside.

The voice boomed, laced with terrifying killing intent that rattled eardrums and chilled hearts. Even ordinary folk felt their blood churn and chests tighten from the sheer force.

Rowan narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashing. He nodded to Lee Vance and Lee Grant, then strode out, the father-son duo hurrying after him.

On the street stood a twenty-five or twenty-six-year-old powerhouse, radiating murderous aura, eyes blazing at the inn.

Spotting Rowan, the youth growled, his energy surging wildly. "You're Rowan? The one who hurt Vance Sea?"

Rowan stopped three meters away, facing him impassively. "So? Beat the young, and the old comes running. Who are you?"

"I'm Vance Crest, Sea's brother! Die, scum!" Vance Crest roared, lunging with a savage punch.

Rowan smirked, stepping with Flying Cloud Four Steps, his body blurring sideways to evade.

"Vance Sea had it coming. I don't want to fight you—leave," Rowan said flatly, holding back.

"Brother, avenge me! Kill this waste!" Nearby, Vance Sea had woken, glaring venomously at Rowan, teeth gritted.

Vance Crest bellowed, his killing intent peaking. "Two choices: end yourself, or I do it for you."

Rowan's eyes chilled. "Since you seek death, I'll oblige!"

Rowan was truly furious. The Vances, a minor family, bullied merchants—what did he care if they didn't cross him?

But touching the Fortune Inn crossed him. He'd held back not from fear, but to avoid needless enmity.

After all, Rowan feared no Vance, but Lee Vance and his family had to live here…

Vance Crest roared, stomping forward. The hard street cracked under his foot, fissures spiderwebbing out.

Boom!

A terrifying aura erupted from him, sweeping the area. Ninety snarling lesser dragons coiled above his head, their pressure crushing all around.

Ninety dragons' force—Acquired ninth level!

"Kid, I broke through to Acquired ninth just days ago. You're my test!" Vance Crest grinned savagely, kicking off the ground.

The force shattered the pavement, a massive fissure opening. He soared like an eagle, diving at Rowan.

"Seventy or eighty to reach Acquired ninth? Pathetic waste."

Rowan scoffed, channeling his power. An aura no less than Vance Crest's burst forth, sweeping outward. Eighty solid black lesser dragons circled above, roaring with draconic might that shook heaven and earth.

"Eighty dragons' force! Impossible—he's only Acquired sixth level!" Nearby martial artists gasped.

Rowan's level was low, Acquired sixth. Even prodigies topped at forty-nine dragons there.

But Rowan had eighty—eighth-level power!

The legendary waste at sixth level wielded eighth-level force?

Shock rippled through the crowd. Even Vance Crest paled.

But he sneered. "Eighty dragons? I'll crush you with ninety!" His fist hammered toward Rowan's head, ruthless and lethal.

Rowan's face hardened, eyes sharp. The ten-dragon gap suppressed his aura.

But he stood unafraid.

With Flying Cloud Four Steps, he met Vance Crest head-on, fist colliding.

"Dragon Elephant Prajna Merit!"

Rowan roared inwardly. A dragon and elephant phantom manifested behind him. His eighty dragons coalesced into a terrifying surge, merging with the phantoms, slamming into Vance Crest's fist.

Boom!

A cataclysmic clash echoed, both figures hurled back, streaking through the air.

The exchange was even—deadlocked.

"Tearing Heart Claw Kick!"

Rowan roared, unleashing one of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Merit's seven forms—the Codex had given them after dismissing Tiger Roar Sovereign Fist as low-grade. (It had lied about no forms, frustrating Rowan for days.)

Rowan leaped, feet kicking with dragon-elephant phantoms. Terrifying force tore the air, shaking the void. The momentum was horrifying, heart-stopping.

Vance Crest's face grew grave. He roared, "Cloud Dragon Six Forms: Claw!"

Blurring like lightning, Vance Crest pounced. His hands clawed, manifesting dragons that raked at Rowan's kicking feet.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

They collided, waves of power exploding, dust flying, earth cracking, sweeping outward.

The once-smooth street shattered under their might.

They separated, both retreating.

Rowan was shocked. Vance Crest lived up to Acquired ninth—his claw had shattered his assault.

But Vance Crest was more stunned! With ninety dragons, he should dominate. Yet after dozens of exchanges, the ten-dragon edge hadn't pulled ahead.

"Acquired ninth? Mediocre."

Rowan snorted, charging again. With Flying Cloud Four Steps, he crossed ten feet in one stride, soaring in the second.

In mid-air, he unleashed Dragon Elephant Prajna Merit's second form: Thousand Armies Elephant Pull Fist.

His punch warped space, sonic booms thundering.

Vance Crest's killing intent surged, aura raging like a storm. He stomped, launching like a meteor.

"Cloud Dragon Six Forms: Fist!"

His punch cracked the sky, eclipsing the sun, its aura world-shaking, crumbling nearby buildings.

Boom!

Another earth-shattering clash, both blasted back. But they pressed on, steadying and lunging anew.

Savage power, storm-like auras. They fought madly, battle lust soaring, killing intent endless.

Under absolute force suppression, Rowan's Dragon Elephant Prajna Merit boost kept him even at first.

But after dozens of clashes, Rowan grew more attuned to his power and forms—this was his first real fight.

Experience near zero, yet he gradually gained the upper hand.

Vance Crest grew more shocked!

After dozens of exchanges, he felt fatigue creeping in. Rowan, however, grew fiercer, subtly dominating.

Boom!

Vance Crest's fist hammered Rowan's chest, a mountain-flood of force erupting, sending him flying with blood spraying.

But Rowan's kick sent Vance Crest tumbling too.

"Kill!"

Rowan spat blood, but his momentum peaked. Roaring, he charged.

Vance Crest panicked—his kick had rattled him, blood churning, breath chaotic, though bones held.

Yet he was ruthless, gritting his teeth to continue.

Dragons roared, tigers howled!

Beyond the lesser dragons, Rowan's strikes summoned dragon, tiger, elephant phantoms.

"Die!"

Suddenly, Rowan roared, unleashing Tiger Roar Sovereign Fist into Vance Crest's chest.

Crack!

Bone snapped as Vance Crest spewed blood, flying back. But Vance Crest's slap slammed Rowan to the ground.

Cough… Vance Crest coughed blood, struggling up, chest caved, breath ragged—too weakened to fight.

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