Bio-engineered Dinosaur in the immortal world-Chapter 105: Thunder Baboon

SILENCE.

And then—

THUMP.

A head fell.

A beast's head.

Blood sprayed.

The air itself froze.

The Thunder Beast's body stood still, rigid, lifeless—

And then—

THUD!

It collapsed like a lifeless statue, slamming against the ground with a deafening crash!

Gasps erupted.

The disciples could not comprehend what had just happened.

"What?!"

"Wait—!"

"No way—!"

"DID THAT REALLY JUST HAPPEN?!"

"HOW?!"

"WHAT IN THE—?!"

The entire arena shook from the sheer volume of disbelief.

Lin Zhi staggered back, gripping his chest, his face twisted in agony.

His connection to the beast was violently severed.

His head snapped up, eyes wild, breath erratic.

"IMPOSSIBLE!"

He screamed.

"THUNDER BEAST—! NO—! HOW?!"

His legs trembled. His fingers clenched into tight fists.

"WHAT DID YOU DO?!"

His voice cracked, furious, panicked.

Zou Fang, however—

Did not answer.

Instead—

He stared.

Expression blank.

As if what just happened was nothing.

The disciples watched.

The disbelief in their eyes burned brighter.

"BASHHAWK WON?!"

"HOW DID IT WIN?!"

"THUNDER BEAST WAS ITS COUNTER!"

"NO—THAT MAKES NO SENSE!"

"WHAT DID ZOU FANG DO?!"

The voices overlapped.

Questions piled.

Confusion filled the air.

But none had answers.

Then—

The Elders spoke.

Elder Fu's brows furrowed.

His eyes—sharp.

He examined.

And then he nodded.

"Hmph."

His voice cut through the noise.

"It is expected."

The disciples froze.

"Expected?!"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!"

"HOW CAN THIS BE EXPECTED?!"

Elder Fu's eyes swept through them.

"Bashawk is rare."

His words were steady.

"Thunder Beast is common."

The disciples stiffened.

"But—!"

Elder Fu narrowed his gaze.

"Did you forget? Bashawk is a dual-type beast."

A murmur spread.

The other Elders nodded.

One of them spoke.

"It does not matter if Thunder Beast counters Bashawk."

Another added, "In the end, a superior species will triumph."

But another Elder shook his head.

"That is too simple."

Eyes turned toward him.

He stroked his beard, his eyes deep in thought.

"Even with that logic, a dual-type Bashawk should not have won so cleanly."

Another Elder nodded.

"Indeed."

A younger Elder spoke next.

"I suspect something else was at play."

The murmurs rose.

"What do you mean?"

"Are you saying something unnatural happened?"

The Elder did not answer.

Instead, his eyes narrowed at Zou Fang.

As if trying to see through him.

Meanwhile—

In the spiritual sea—

Wei Long was grinning.

Red'Ribbon stared at him.

His voice low.

"What did you do?"

Wei Long's grin widened.

He did not answer.

He only laughed.

A laughter that rumbled.

A laughter that shook the spiritual sea.

A laughter that was—

Infuriating.

Red'Ribbon felt a shiver.

Something about Wei Long—

Felt even more terrifying than before.

Back in the arena—

Zou Fang stood still.

His Bashawk stood firm.

Lin Zhi, however—

Was not done.

His hands shook.

His teeth gritted.

His heart raced.

His eyes burned with pure rage.

He lifted his hand.

And then—

BOOM!

A surge of electricity ERUPTED.

The ground cracked.

And then—

A second beast emerged.

This one—

Was different.

Its presence—

Was heavier.

Its body—

Crackled with blue-white lightning.

Its eyes—

Glowed.

The moment it appeared—

The air became heavy.

The disciples gasped.

"ANOTHER BEAST?!"

"WHAT IS THAT?!"

Lin Zhi's breathing was ragged.

But his face—

Twisted into a grin.

"You think you've won?"

His voice was hoarse.

"Let's see if you can handle this one."

His fingers snapped.

And then—

The beast moved.

Electricity danced.

And Lin Zhi—

Laughed.

"THIS TIME—YOU'RE DEAD!"

Lin Zhi's grin stretched wider.

He stood tall, chest puffed out, as if he had already won.

The electricity crackled around him, distorting the air with sheer power.

He extended his arm, pointing toward Zou Fang with a smirk that dripped with absolute confidence.

And then—

"Let me introduce my true beast—THUNDER BABOON!"

A storm of murmurs erupted through the watching disciples.

"Thunder Baboon?!"

"WAIT—THAT MEANS—!"

"BASHHAWK IS FINISHED!"

The name alone sent shockwaves through the crowd.

The elders narrowed their eyes.

One elder stroked his beard.

"Hoh… So, it's that beast."

Another elder clicked his tongue.

"Troublesome. Now, that is an actual counter."

A younger disciple clenched his fists.

"This… this isn't even fair!"

A senior disciple standing beside him scoffed.

"Fair? This is a battlefield. Counters are part of strategy. That's why weaklings lose."

Zou Fang remained still.

His expression unchanged.

But deep inside the spiritual sea of consciousness—

Wei Long sat with his legs crossed, watching with a bored expression.

He rested his chin on his hand.

His eyes glowed faintly.

And then—

He sneered.

"Tch. So what?"

His voice was laced with mockery.

Red'Ribbon, who had been watching closely, turned to him.

"You're not worried?"

Wei Long rolled his eyes.

"Worried? About that overgrown monkey?"

Red'Ribbon frowned.

"Thunder Baboon is an advanced beast. Its element isn't just thunder—it specializes in sustained paralysis. Bashawk was already struggling against the previous beast. This time, it has no chance."

Wei Long laughed.

His laughter was low, knowing, almost cruel.

"It's not going to work."

His voice was absolute.

And Red'Ribbon, despite himself—

Felt a chill.

Back in the arena—

Lin Zhi spread his arms.

"Do you see this, Zou Fang?"

His voice boomed.

"Your so-called victory just now? It was meaningless!"

He waved toward the beast standing beside him.

The Thunder Baboon.

And what a fearsome sight it was.

Towering over three meters tall, its thick muscular arms pulsed with violent surges of lightning.

Its fur bristled, each strand standing on end, alive with energy.

Its yellow eyes burned with pure electrical wrath.

The air around it shimmered from the sheer static force it generated.

The ground beneath it was cracking—

Small arcs of lightning snapped against the dirt, scorching it black.

And then—

"HOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUHHH!!!"

A DEAFENING ROAR.

It was not just sound.

It was a shockwave.

The ground rumbled.

Several disciples in the front rows stumbled back, covering their ears.

Even some elders raised an eyebrow.

Lin Zhi grinned viciously.

"This is a true beast! A beast that belongs to someone strong!"

His voice carried a sharp edge.

Mocking.

Zou Fang remained expressionless.

Lin Zhi's eyes glinted.

"What's wrong? Not going to tell another ridiculous story about training to the extreme?"

The disciples laughed.

A few even shouted—

"Zou Fang, why don't you explain how you 'trained' against something like this?"

"Oh, wait! You didn't! Because you CAN'T!"

More laughter.

Lin Zhi smirked.

"It's over, Zou Fang. No more miracles. This time, I'll crush you completely."

His eyes turned toward his beast.

His voice dropped.

"Thunder Baboon—"

"Destroy him."

The beast lunged.

BOOM!

The earth exploded beneath its weight.

It disappeared.

No—

It moved too fast!

A flash of light.

A trail of electricity.

And then—

CRACK!!

A fist covered in lightning SLAMMED into Bashawk's body!

"GUHHH—!"

Bashawk's wings shuddered.

Its body lurched.

Electricity coursed through its form, making it twitch uncontrollably.

And then—

"GUUHHH—!"

Another punch!

And another!

And another!

The Thunder Baboon's onslaught was relentless!

Each strike sent shockwaves rippling through the air.

Each hit carried a paralyzing force.

The disciples watched in horror.

"BASHHAWK CAN'T EVEN FIGHT BACK!"

"IT CAN'T MOVE!"

Lin Zhi laughed.

His laughter was cruel.

"See?!"

He shouted—

"There's NOTHING you can do!"

His beast grabbed Bashawk by the throat.

And then—

It lifted it up.

High.

Higher.

Lightning gathered.

Thunder roared.

Lin Zhi's eyes gleamed.

"END IT."

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And then—

"BOOM!!"

A THUNDEROUS BLAST—!

SILENCE.

Dust rose.

The impact shook the entire arena.

The disciples stared, holding their breath.

And then—

The dust settled.

Bashawk was motionless.

Lin Zhi smirked.

"Hmph. That's what happens when you challenge someone out of your league."

The disciples nodded, muttering.

"Yeah… it's over."

"Bashawk is done for."

"This was obvious from the start."

Even the elders seemed to nod in agreement.

And then—

It happened.

Bashawk did not move.

It did not twitch.

Its body remained still.

Too still.

Almost—

Unnatural.

Lin Zhi's grin faltered.

His beast, the Thunder Baboon—

Also. Did. Not. Move.

The air grew cold.

The disciples' voices faded.

Silence.

Pure, absolute silence.

A single realization—

Struck.

"Wait—"

Someone whispered.

"Why isn't the Thunder Baboon moving?"

Lin Zhi's eyes widened.

He felt a chill crawl up his spine.

Something was wrong.

Something was VERY wrong.

And then—

A voice.

"Zou Fang…"

It was an elder.

His voice was heavy.

His eyes were piercing.

"What did you do?"

Lin Zhi stared.

His beast—

His unbeatable, terrifying, unstoppable Thunder Baboon—

Was frozen.

Unmoving.

Just like Bashawk.

And for the first time—

A bead of cold sweat rolled down Lin Zhi's cheek.