Chapter 177
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Chapter 177: The Might of the Dragon, the Submissive Mermaids
“Bang!”
The terrifying might tore through the air with an explosive crack.
Mu Lin sensed the once-invisible air thickening like water, resisting his fist.
This wasn’t due to the copper-armored zombie manipulating air—it was simply Mu Lin’s punch moving too fast, colliding violently with the atmosphere.
Understanding this natural law—that extreme speed always drew friction—he didn’t intervene. But then, something unexpected happened.
As air resistance intensified, the patterns on his scales flickered. Instantly, the stubborn air turned fluid, and Mu Lin’s speed skyrocketed.
“?!!”
His eyes widened at the sudden shift.
“Reduced friction…weaker resistance…the Body of a Dragon has this power?”
Truly, the powerful being was full of surprises.
“Bang!”
With renewed speed, his fist smashed into the copper-armored zombie’s skull before it could react.
“Crash!”
The zombie’s head burst like an overripe melon. No—not just the head. Its entire upper torso shattered under the blow.
“Hell yes!”
“ROAR!”
The violent force of shattering an enemy in one strike filled Mu Lin with exhilaration, unleashing a draconic roar.
His triumph, however, spelled terror for the monsters and evil spirits nearby. Sensing his overwhelming might and destructive power, they trembled.
The hidden Fox Demon Bai Zhi and Merfolk leader Bai Li Xiu Ling also stiffened. Though cloaked by invisibility, they hadn’t fled. Like others, they’d planned to ambush Mu Lin mid-battle.
Fox Demon Bai Zhi whispered, “You’ve heard the rumors. Your people must suffer too.”
Bai Li Xiu Ling nodded grimly. “Our purity—both physical and reputational—is at stake.”
“Then we unite. Drive him out, and the lies die.”
“Done.”
Bai Li Xiu Ling responded coldly, her gaze fixed on Mu Lin.
"Don’t blame me. With your feeble strength, you’re unworthy of our regard—not even fit to approach us."
Their initial plan to ally against the underestimated Mu Lin crumbled when the Fox Demon Clan sensed the oppressive energy crackling around him. Lightning coiled around the thunder god-like figure, prompting their retreat. Mu Lin’s overwhelming power made provoking him over trivial matters unthinkable.
While withdrawing, they noticed their rivals—the Merfolk—remained motionless, staring transfixed at Mu Lin. Arguments erupted among the Merfolk ranks. Bai Zhi, leader of the Fox Demons, caught fragments of their debate through her extraordinary hearing.
"They’re considering him for Earth-level?" Her eyes widened. "Have they lost their minds?"
The universal classification system—Heaven, Earth, Xuan, Huang—applied to all races. Earth-level marked the highest achievable rating for clans like the Merfolk and Fox Demons when courting human talents.
"Admittedly strong," Bai Zhi muttered, "but he’s Xuan level at best! And with his common origins and numerous enemies, how could he possibly survive long enough to matter?"
Bai Zhi couldn’t fathom the Merfolk’s reasoning, but Bai Li Xiu Ling’s clan understood perfectly.
South Sea Merfolk produced luminous, curative pearls from their tears—a coveted ability that attracted endless trouble. Survival required attaching themselves to mightier beings. Though humans ranked second among their potential patrons, the dragon clan remained their primary overlords. Centuries of servitude bred instinctive reverence for draconic power.
When Mu Lin unleashed his full might, the Merfolk froze. This wasn’t a human—this was a pureblood flood dragon radiating ancestral draconic essence.
"A dragon?" Voices quavered. "But he’s supposed to be human!"
"Silence!" snapped another. "We don’t question His Highness!"
Generations of conditioned obedience kicked in. They dropped to their knees before the dragon-kin’s aura.
The argument now centered on ratings. Traditionalists cited Mu Lin’s humble origins and enemies as reasons for Xuan-level classification. Visionaries pushed for Earth-level.
"His low status works in our favor!" insisted an excited voice. "A highborn dragon would never notice us. We can supply what he lacks—resources, support. This is our millennium chance to gain a dragon patron’s favor!"
