Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 816 - 180: Python Swallows Elephant_2

Several Medusa priests glared fiercely as they took out their pet badges, casting a swirl of light to summon their magical pets. Nedved and Xiao Cui jumped onto the table together, their long arrows knocked and fully drawn, while the White Tiger priests and Biao warrior stood by with their arms folded, their faces the very picture of indifference.

Even someone as foolish as Earl Garnett could sense that the two groups of Beamon had long been harboring ill will towards each other, united in appearance but divided at heart.

"What splendid swordsmanship!" Liu Zhenhan flicked open his long robe, and stood before the circle of Beamon warriors, Lord Mourinho ahead of him.

"What exactly is going on?" The Swan main priest mildly frowned, scanning all the Medusas present, "What is this about? Was the ritual for summoning Olympic deities called early?"

"He’s always staring at Miss Fei Wenli! Those eyes, from the start until now, haven’t shifted away!" said a Python warrior extremely angrily, as the Python warriors were also among the most formidable fighters of the Medusa clan. Today, their morale was suppressed by the mighty Mammoth strongman, and just as they had managed to recover, the higher-ups came to suppress them, why wouldn’t these Python warriors feel embarrassed and annoyed.

Liu Zhenhan crossed his arms, glanced at Treizegar, whose gaze slid away from him, moving towards the other side where Gude was feeding Guoguo. Guoguo was eating, wiggling her little bottom, while Gude’s eyes drifted towards the Miss Fei Wenli beside him. A Panda warrior planted a ridged spear into the table before him.

"What’s gotten into everyone?" Cui Beixi flushed red, sweeping her gaze around. The expressions on Gude and Bellamy had suddenly become foreign to her, their eyes occasionally flashing a terrifying glint that made Cui Beixi’s heart tremble.

"Have you all forgotten something? You are kin! You are neighbors!" Lord Mourinho looked a bit angrily at the two Blade Saints, still locked in a standoff: "To draw swords against your own kin over such a trifling matter?"

Upon hearing the main priest’s rebuke, Fat Luo and the Yellow-Jawed Medusa immediately bowed in apology, but the looks they exchanged were still unyielding.

"My lord, it’s fine," Liu Zhenhan interrupted Lord Mourinho’s reprimand with a grin: "Beamon warriors ought to have some blood in them, after all. This Medusa swordsman seems quite exceptional. My attendant has always been deeply studying swordsmanship. Why not let them have a friendly contest? If we win, we can continue to look on as we please, and if we lose, then no more ogling the beautiful lady. How does that sound?"

"Treizegar, do you dare to accept this challenge?" Lord Mourinho looked at the Medusa Overlord Treizegar and asked.

"A friendly spar is fine." Lord of Caiyu City said with a light smile, waving his hand at the several young Medusa priests beside him who were glaring fiercely at Liu Zhenhan as they recalled their magical pets. Instructor Cui Beixi opened her mouth several times but ultimately remained silent.

Upon hearing what the high-ups said, the faces of the two Blade Saints simultaneously displayed a hint of excitement and eagerness to try.

Fat Luo removed his Shaman claw gloves and unbuckled his Fei Wenli python skin soft armor, revealing a body crisscrossed with scars and bulging, strong muscles. A wide, bronze leopard-print belt was tightened around his waist, on which were hung five long knives shimmering with cold light and one metallic folding fan. O’Neal caught the empty scabbard that Fat Luo tossed over from afar with both hands.

The Yellow-Jawed Medusa slowly sauntered over to the brass-handled longsword planted in the ground, drew the blade with his hand, and then sheathed it back at his waist, flicked his fingers to scratch his cheek and scraped at his yellow beard. With a gentle pinch of his hands, his joints cracked like popping beans.

The two Beamon Blade Saints stood five paces apart, spun around to kick any unnecessary objects aside, took a horse stance and firmly planted themselves, their breaths long and steady, only the flickers of sharp light darting through their eyes.

Seeing that there was excitement to be watched, Earl Garnett immediately cheered, clapping loudly and egging them on, but Lord Mourinho shot him a glare. The Werewolf noble was so startled that his remaining laughter was frightened back into his stomach, leaving him with an awkward titter.

"Yongberry is the number one swordsman among the Medusas. Did you see the copper rings on his longsword just now? They’re added to the blade in special proportion, used for balancing; he can easily break through a layer of heavy armor using the leverage of these copper rings combined with his sword techniques," Lord Mourinho explained with a light smile, watching Liu Zhenhan closely: "It’s still my first time seeing an Orephin warrior use a sword; based on body type, warhammers would seem more fitting to them."

"I’m curious. That sword throw earlier, how did Snake-men block it with their strength?" Liu Zhenhan asked, furrowing his brows.

"Every flying object has a point of balance. Destroy that balance, and it loses its trajectory," Lord Mourinho elegantly took a puff of his cigar, "It’s not just flying objects; the same applies to anything. Disrupt the balance and, without even needing to exert extra force, it will fall apart... Almost every high-ranking warrior in the kingdoms knows this principle."

Liu Zhenhan nodded, somewhat enlightened. The Swan main priest’s words reminded him of the battle he had with the Dragon Knight Lampard, where Lampard managed to neutralize Old Liu’s tremendous physical strength by spinning in place. Had he not been closed in by Old Liu, the outcome would have been rather dire indeed.