Bio-engineered Dinosaur in the immortal world-Chapter 106: Aftermath

Suddenly, with all of them watching.

Thunder Baboon's head—

Dropped.

It was a clean cut.

The massive beast that had once radiated overwhelming power—

Had been felled in an instant.

Silence.

An unnatural, all-consuming silence.

It spread through the arena like a plague.

No one spoke.

No one breathed.

The sound of the Baboon's head hitting the dirt should have been insignificant.

But in that moment—

It was deafening.

The disciples—

Their mouths hung open.

Their eyes stretched wide, unblinking.

Their hands trembled.

Some of them had even forgotten how to stand, sinking to their knees.

One disciple tried to speak—

But his voice failed him.

Another disciple, standing near the front, had been gripping the edge of his seat so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

His lips quivered.

The words that formed in his mind—

Could not leave his mouth.

He knew what he had seen.

He knew what had happened.

But his mind refused to accept it.

Because it was impossible.

Lin Zhi—

The once arrogant, victorious Lin Zhi—

Was pale.

His body stiff.

His mouth moved, but no sound came out.

The same mouth that had ridiculed Zou Fang.

That had declared his undeniable victory.

That had told everyone—

That there was nothing Zou Fang could do.

And now—

He could say nothing.

The elders.

They were supposed to be unshakable.

Wise.

Experienced.

Untouched by the naivety of youth.

But at this moment—

Even they were not immune to what they had witnessed.

Elder Jiang—

A man who had lived for over a hundred years, his face wrinkled with experience, his posture always steady—

Had suddenly leaned forward.

His fingers tensed against his chair.

His normally relaxed expression was marred by deep furrows.

His pupils contracted.

The elder beside him, Elder Qin, had already lowered his teacup, forgetting to take a sip.

His grip was so tight that the ceramic had begun to crack.

Yet he did not notice.

Elder Fu—

Among them all, his reaction was the most complicated.

His lips were slightly parted, as if he wanted to speak, but he did not.

His eyes, sharp and perceptive, flickered with something deeper.

A thought.

A memory.

A realization.

His mind drifted.

A memory resurfaced.

Not long ago—

He had stood at the edge of a battlefield.

The ground was littered with corpses.

His disciples.

Dead.

Devoured.

Ripped apart.

By something.

Something that should not exist.

A beast.

No.

A monster.

The disciples he had personally trained, disciples who had survived countless battles, were wiped out.

And he had never found the one responsible.

Only the rumors.

A strange beast.

Something unlike any they had ever seen.

He had searched.

Hunted.

But no trace of it had been found.

Until—

The Sect.

The moment he stepped inside the Sect, something changed.

It was subtle.

A feeling.

An instinct.

A presence.

Something was here.

Something powerful.

Dangerous.

He could not shake the feeling that the monster he sought… was hiding here.

And so, he had organized this competition.

Not for amusement.

Not for entertainment.

Not for status.

But to draw it out.

To force it into the open.

And now—

What was he seeing?

His fingers dug into the armrest of his chair.

His mind was racing.

Zou Fang.

That boy.

He was talented.

That was undeniable.

If he had been a mere prodigy, if he had been a rare genius that defied logic—

Elder Fu would have accepted it.

But this?

This was not normal.

Even a genius could not do this.

Even a legendary tamer could not do this.

Because Zou Fang had not fused with his beast.

He had not used any external means.

No tricks.

No secret techniques.

Nothing.

And yet, his beast had defied a fundamental law of battle.

It had defeated a direct counter.

Elder Fu's lips parted.

A single thought etched itself into his mind.

A thought he could not ignore.

"What the hell am I seeing?"

…

Inside the vast, chaotic, and eerie sea of consciousness of Zou Fang, Wei Long was having the absolute time of his life.

If laughter could shake the very foundations of the spiritual realm, then at this moment, his unrestrained, maniacal, and unhinged amusement would have turned the entire spiritual sea upside down.

He was howling, rolling, his massive prehistoric body shaking with sheer delight, his razor-sharp fangs gleaming as he mocked, taunted, and ridiculed every single soul who had dared to doubt Zou Fang's Bashawk, who had dared to underestimate its power, who had dared to belittle its tamer and the bond they shared.

"You miserable, brainless worms! You pathetic, blind fools! You really thought your so-called 'counter-types' meant anything? Did you actually believe a little 'elemental advantage' could stand against the might of MY influence?! HAHAHAHA!"

Wei Long roared in uncontrollable laughter, his voice shaking through the spiritual realm.

His tail lashed violently, creating shockwaves through the sea of consciousness, the energy crackling like a raging storm.

He didn't even care about Red'Ribbon now, he was just enjoying this shit.

His mocking did not stop there.

He sneered at the elders, the disciples, the so-called experts who had watched with absolute certainty, who had cast their judgments, who had believed they had already calculated the outcome before the battle had even truly begun.

"Oh, look at them! Sitting there, wise and composed, acting like they know everything! Thinking they've seen it all! HA! Let me tell you something, you pathetic mortals—what you think you know means NOTHING! NOTHING! This is only the beginning of my bio-engineered products!"

His laughter erupted once again, booming like a monstrous explosion, a force that rattled even the depths of Zou Fang's consciousness.

Meanwhile, Red'Ribbon, who had been watching everything unfold from a distance, could only sigh.

He had long since learned that when it came to Wei Long, nothing made sense.

The laws of this world, the natural balance, the so-called unshakable truths of battle and cultivation—all of it meant nothing in the presence of that monstrous entity.

It was almost comical how he had stopped questioning things, stopped trying to understand.

The only thing he was sure of was that when Wei Long was involved, the impossible became inevitable.

But outside, in the real world…

The arena was filled with unimaginable horror.

Lin Zhi—who had stood so arrogantly, so confidently—collapsed.

His legs gave out.

His body shuddered.

And then—

With an ear-piercing, agonized shriek—

He slammed onto the ground, butt first, trembling like a dying animal.

The pain—

It was unbearable.

It felt like his very soul was being torn apart, shredded, ripped to pieces.

Because unlike an ordinary beast tamer—his connection to his beasts ran deep.

He had not just been their master—

He had been their anchor.

Their spirits were intertwined with his own, their strength enhancing his, their very existence linked to his life force.

And now, they were gone.

Both.

At the same time.

An indescribable emptiness swallowed his soul.

It felt as if his own flesh had been ripped from his bones.

His veins felt hollow.

His vision blurred.

His screams—

Echoed.

They pierced the air, raw, unrestrained, unfiltered pain.

The disciples—

Watched in horror.

Some took a step back.

Others froze, unable to even breathe.

A few clutched their chests, feeling a strange, suffocating pressure as if they, too, were being crushed by an unseen force.

This was not normal.

This was not how a beast battle was supposed to end.

A beast losing was one thing.

A beast dying was another.

But for two beasts—one after another, both of them countering the opponent's beast—to be slaughtered so cleanly, so suddenly, without even a struggle in the final moment…

It was terrifying.

"What… what kind of monster is that Bashawk…?" one disciple whispered, his voice shaking.

"That's… that's not just a beast," another muttered, his face deathly pale.

"It's something else…"

"Something we shouldn't be seeing."

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"It's unnatural…"

The murmurs grew.

They spread like a wildfire of fear, confusion, and disbelief.

The elders, still watching from above, remained silent.

Not because they did not have anything to say—

But because they did not know what to say.

Elder Jiang's hand, which had been gripping the armrest, was trembling.

Elder Qin's cracked teacup had long since shattered—and yet, he hadn't even noticed.

Even Elder Fu, the one who had orchestrated this entire competition, could do nothing but stare, his lips slightly parted.

His mind was racing.

His instincts screamed at him—

This was not normal.

Zou Fang…

His Bashawk…

It was wrong.

Not in the way of a simple talent.

Not in the way of an ordinary genius.

This was something beyond talent. Beyond genius. Beyond anything that should exist within this sect.

Even if Zou Fang had fused with his beast and achieved victory, even if he had used a forbidden technique to enhance its power, even if there had been some trickery involved—it would still make more sense than what had just happened.

But there had been nothing.

Nothing but the simple, absolute, brutal slaughter of two beasts that should have had the advantage.

No tricks.

No fusion.

Just raw, undeniable, absolute domination.

And then—

As if to break the silence.

As if to shatter the stunned expressions.

As if to cement his presence into their minds forever.

Zou Fang took a deep breath.

And roared.

"I, Zou Fang—"

His voice thundered across the arena.

"—AM THE STRONGEST!!"

It was not a declaration.

It was not a boast.

It was a fact.

And in that moment—

No one.

Not a single disciple.

Not a single elder.

Could argue otherwise.