Chapter 511

Chapter 511: Clean Sweep

A pure black flame surged around Midi’s body.

An overwhelming Dragon’s might radiated outward.

Though the tribes of the Shaded Realm often resisted Dragon’s might, the sheer density of this pressure paralyzed them instantly.

Then, the Black Iron Dragon Flame swept forward—

like a broom clearing dead leaves,

or a scythe reaping wheat.

In moments, the Level 62 and 63 Blue Serpent warriors charging fiercely at Midi disintegrated into ash.

Midi took another step.

Suddenly, he stood among the Water Spider’s warriors.

Another casual sweep of the Black Iron Dragon Flame reduced them to dust.

Against this simple motion, they had no time to react—their lives vanished in an instant.

“Huh?” The Blue Serpent Chieftain rubbed his eyes.

“What…?” The Water Spider Great Warrior blinked.

Midi’s speed and brutality left even bystanders stunned.

A black flash erasing everyone in its path?

It had to be an illusion!

But as the scorched stench filled the air, reality struck.

In mere breaths, Midi had shattered both tribes’ proudest combat strength—leaving no remains.

Impossible!

Before this truth fully sank in, hot wind whipped past.

Midi now stood before the Blue Serpent Chieftain, within his tribe’s ranks.

“This…can’t be… The Death Scorpion family must’ve given you epic equipment…”

The chieftain trembled, retreating from the utterly calm young human.

Midi offered no reply.

The Black Iron Dragon Flame swept down.

A storm of black fire consumed the Blue Serpent Tribe’s formation.

This human wasn’t just surface-world nobility—he was something more.

Watching Midi’s swift and decisive slaughter, even Master Hawke—already aware of his power—felt a flicker of shock.

Midi’s movements were ruthlessly efficient.

His expression, ice-cold.

No enemy escaped. None could.

With Hawke’s experience, he could confirm that in Mososbury City, no one slaughtered enemies as efficiently as Midi—not even Thor, the Level 67 Warrior.

Thor would’ve chosen a straightforward breakthrough strategy: charging headfirst through the Blue Serpent formation, instantly killing their chieftain before circling back to eliminate the Water Spider Tribe’s Great Warrior. Though flashy, such methods would scatter surviving enemies in chaotic retreat. Thor’s pride would also compel him to mock his foes or toy with them like prey.

Even if Hawke matched Midi’s strength, he couldn’t eradicate so many so swiftly. This wasn’t battle—it was systematic elimination. How many wars and how much tactical precision did it take to annihilate enemies so ruthlessly, devoid of emotion or cruel games? Hawke pondered but found no answers.

While the martial arts master drifted into thought again, Midi finished purging the Blue Serpent warriors. He stepped casually into the Water Spider ranks. By then, fear had gripped the tribe. They fled wildly before he even raised a hand.

The Black Iron Dragon Flame’s overwhelming power couldn’t catch them all. Reluctantly, Midi prioritized high-value targets. His mind-related abilities instantly pinpointed the fleeing Water Spider Great Warrior a street away.

“Running?” Midi sneered, igniting the Black Iron Dragon Flame. A charged Heavenly Dragon Strike hurled him hundreds of meters, landing him before the warrior. Pure black flames lashed out, vaporizing the Level 64 guards instantly—no time for screams.

“Spare me! You can’t—” the Great Warrior babbled, composure shattered. Absolute power stripped all pretense of calm.

Midi advanced. “I’m linked by blood to the Death Scorpion family! Kill me, and they’ll hunt you!” the warrior lied desperately. In truth, his distant relation to the clan had exiled him to the Water Spider Tribe. He gambled Midi wouldn’t know.

Instead of hesitating, Midi scoffed. “Death Scorpion? Meaningless.”

Despair flooded the warrior. Midi’s murderous aura left no hope—especially after invoking Galantis’s name. His last ploy, invoking the clan’s reputation, had failed. Though certain the Death Scorpions would avenge him eventually, death offered no comfort.

As despair consumed him, a team stormed the Blue Serpent cavern. Their average level hit 64, led by a Level 67 terror.

On the chest of this expert, the emblem of the Death Scorpion family stood out clearly.

The newcomer was an elder of the Death Scorpion family.

At the sight of this Level 67 elder, hope flashed again in the eyes of the Water Spider tribe’s Great Warrior.

He silently thanked the Dark Dragon God—without the Dragon God’s favor, how could he have escaped Midi’s grasp?

“Save me, Elder!” The Great Warrior scrambled over desperately.

“What’s going on here?” The Death Scorpion elder stared in shock.

He hadn’t imagined the Blue Serpent Tribe would be reduced to this state, seemingly massacred to the last member.

What faction would dare strike so brutally against the Death Scorpion’s protected tribe?

“Midi Asreks!” The Great Warrior seized his moment. “Under the Death Scorpion family’s shield, he attacked the Blue Serpent Tribe and assaulted us Water Spiders! Everyone knows we’re Death Scorpion’s subordinate tribe. This is a direct challenge to your family!”

“Midi?” The elder’s eyes widened. He nearly toppled from his riding lizard.

This elder had come precisely to undo past orders.

Two months earlier, after Midi humiliated Simon at the bonfire gathering, Simon had secretly commanded Death Scorpion-controlled tribes to harass the Wolfspider tribe—tribal conflicts being beyond Death Scorpion’s direct interference.

Back then, Midi couldn’t even reliably command Death Scorpion’s aid.

But now Simon lay dead, while Midi ranked first in the Crystal Dragon Fortress trials, destined for the Black Dragon Conference. Even the Death Scorpion family head’s hatred couldn’t justify provoking such a rising power.

Hence this elder’s urgent visit.

Hearing Midi’s name, the elder knew he’d arrived too late.

As the elder desperately sought solutions, the voice he dreaded most spoke behind him.

“Death Scorpion’s men? Perfect timing.” Midi strolled forward, ignoring the cowering Great Warrior. “Explain who ordered attacks on the Wolfspider tribe.”

“Still so arrogant?” The Great Warrior hid a smirk. Facing a Level 67 Death Scorpion elder, Midi acted recklessly! Couldn’t he see the elder’s Level 65 martial arts master attendant could crush his Level 64 self?

The elder’s response froze the Great Warrior’s triumph.

“Misunderstanding!” The Death Scorpion elder spread empty hands, voice oozing sincerity. “All misunderstandings, Mr. Midi!”