Chapter 872: Declaration of War
Jonathan, David, and the other five members of the top special ops squad likely never imagined that even after saying so much, Ling Zhan still had no intention of backing down.
As Ling Zhan's cold voice fell—
A shadow of gloom surged over Jonathan's already-ugly face.
At the same time—
Roar!!
A soul-shaking dragon's roar, filled with surging draconic might, erupted violently from his body!
The nearby members of the Demon-Slaying Legion groaned, clearly sensing the terrifying power of his presence.
But instead of fear, it ignited a boundless fury and fighting spirit within them!
Yun Man, Meng Shuang, Chang Yue, Little Holy Dragon, and Little Golden Crow saw that this Dragonkin—who merely possessed dragon blood—dared to posture in front of their master and instantly became enraged, ready to charge!
Even though Yun Man, Meng Shuang, and Chang Yue were only around level 150—
Having broken through their Beast God bloodlines, they could now hold their own even against a level 190 powerhouse. Maybe not win, but definitely not lose.
Yet just as the two sides were about to clash—
Ling Zhan slowly raised his hand, signaling those behind him not to act rashly.
This Dragon War God's pressure was strong, yes, but unfortunately—
He was standing before none other than Ling Zhan, who possessed the bloodline of the Lord of Ten Thousand Demons.
The Lord of Ten Thousand Demons' bloodline—who knows its rank in the Upper Realm?
But in the Lower Realm, it was the ceiling of all bloodlines.
You think a mere draconic pressure can crush me?
Ling Zhan remained completely unaffected by the pressure, calm as still water. He looked up at the burly man named Jonathan and asked plainly, "What? Are you trying to stop us from carrying out the SSS-rank mission?"
Seeing that his pressure had no effect, Jonathan's eyes flickered with a hint of surprise.
No matter how strong someone was, a level difference like this shouldn't be shrugged off so easily.
It didn't make sense that Ling Zhan wasn't affected.
But facing the question, Jonathan replied in a deep voice, "I'm not trying to stop you—I'm trying to save you!"
"You're just two thousand people! Facing billions of Ten Thousand Demons creatures—what result can there be but death?"
"Even our top special ops squad can barely ensure our own safety in the zone of thirty fortresses. As for actually conquering one? Not a chance!"
Jonathan wasn't lying.
Those thirty fortresses were watched day and night by dispatched scouts.
But each was guarded by a Ten Thousand Demons Sovereign.
Send weak scouts and they'd just die.
Only top special ops members could carry out recon and surveillance missions.
Their safety came from low numbers and extreme mobility.
They couldn't win, but they could escape and survive.
"Clearly, a level-160-something non-specialist like you can't guarantee the survival of your entire legion!"
"This isn't personal—it's just the truth!"
Jonathan said gravely.
"Understood."
Ling Zhan nodded.
Just as Jonathan and David thought this non-specialist might come to his senses—
The next second—
The words that came out of his mouth made the top special ops squad's expressions twist with shock.
He said flatly, "So, if I defeat your entire top special ops squad, that means I do have the power to ensure the safety of my legion, right?"
The moment those words fell—
Not just the special ops squad, but—
Even General Li Xuerou, who had just arrived, froze in surprise.
Only the Demon-Slaying Legion members remained completely unfazed.
Even Mordess, Ye Qingling, and the other top ten showed no surprise at all.
If someone else said something so arrogant, Mordess and the others would be shocked and think it was pure bragging.
But since it came from Ling Zhan—
Sorry, their instructor really was that strong.
After this period of training together, they still didn't know exactly how powerful Ling Zhan was.
And that very uncertainty made them realize just how unfathomable his strength was.
Now—
These words, which sounded like a declaration of war—
Lit up sparks of excitement and anticipation in the legion members' eyes!
Here we go!
They were finally going to see their chief instructor battle members of the top special ops squad!
1v5!
"Hahahahaha! Arrogant! You're seriously arrogant, kid!"
Jonathan froze for a second, then burst into laughter.
It was a deeply mocking laugh.
"That's some real arrogance! First time I've heard someone say that!"
"If one of the few world-renowned peak powerhouses said that, fine—they've earned the right. But you, a non-specialist? Absolutely not."
"Alright, Jonathan, enough talk. Just get on the stage and play with him. Help this kid recognize his limits."
Captain David spoke coldly.
As for Ling Zhan's statement about beating their entire special ops team—
Heh!
Who would take that seriously?
You need all of us just to deal with a level-160-something non-specialist?
That's an insult to us!
No need for all of us. Let Jonathan alone beat him down.
Boom!!
Jonathan didn't waste any words.
He wasn't the type to drag things out.
Once his captain gave the word—
A pair of dragon wings infused with dark elements unfolded behind him. With a light flap, his body smashed down onto the stage in an instant.
What was more surprising—
The floor of the stage, made of highly specialized materials, showed cracks from just his landing.
This stage was designed for Professionals over level 160.
Even a level 180 could bombard it full force and it would hold for quite some time.
Yet Jonathan cracked it with a single step.
If he stomped with full power, the platform would probably collapse instantly.
That alone showed how terrifyingly strong this Dragon War God was.
It also made one thing clear—
This Dragon War God followed an offensive path, not a frontline tanking style.