Chapter 874: Down in Less Than Five Seconds
At this moment—
As Ling Zhan's calm words echoed, the entire crowd erupted into a frenzy.
Everyone stared at the stage in disbelief.
They never dreamed that in the very first clash, Jonathan would fall into disadvantage!
Not only did he fail to crush this non-specialist—he even lost an arm!
Of course—
For a level-190 Dragon War God, losing an arm was hardly an injury.
Fueled by boiling dragon blood, Jonathan's severed shoulder squirmed with flesh and sinew. In less than two seconds, a perfectly restored arm regenerated.
The original severed arm dissolved into a puddle of blood.
Even so, Jonathan's expression shifted from savage to solemn.
Just now—
What happened?
He hadn't even seen how the opponent attacked!
All he sensed was a flash of white light—and then his arm was gone, pain crashing into his mind.
Even more absurd—
In that instant, he felt a sense of impending death!
Which was why—
He had to retreat in panic.
This...
Jonathan couldn't believe this was the power of a level-160-something Professional!
And it wasn't just him.
The four teammates watching below were just as stunned by Jonathan's defeat in the opening exchange.
They'd been his comrades for years—of course they knew his strength.
Sure, he was cocky—but his power was undeniable.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be in the top special ops squad.
Yes, his attack earlier was a bit reckless, charging in like his opponent wasn't even human.
But still—he was a Dragon War God!
His durability and reflexes were elite!
And yet, his arm was severed.
Even worse—
None of them had seen how it happened!
Did the guy draw a sword!?
No, that's not right!
If he had drawn a sword, they would've at least caught a glimpse.
Then what was it?
Everyone was left with a big question mark overhead.
Jonathan, with his arm regrown, looked more serious than ever.
And for a simple reason—
His entire stat profile had somehow dropped by 30%!
From just one hit!
While he wore that dark expression—
Ling Zhan once again spoke in a calm voice.
"This might sound arrogant, but I'll still say it: You alone can't defeat me..."
"My suggestion—let your four teammates join you."
"Of course..."
"Even if all of you come at once, it won't change the outcome. But this is a good chance to prove something—to show you short-sighted people whether or not I'm qualified to lead this mission!"
His tone was calm—
But radiated absolute confidence.
"Instructor Ling is so badass!"
"Hey! You seniors over there! What are you waiting for? Get up there! Or else Jonathan is going to lose!"
"You seriously think we're joking? Move it!"
The Demon-Slaying Legion members loudly urged them on.
"Hmph! Arrogant brat!"
"Just a little advantage and already so cocky?"
"I haven't even gotten serious yet!"
"Next round, I'm gonna pound you into the ground!"
Jonathan shouted, his face dark and furious.
He was already pushing it, using his level-190+ strength to fight a level-160 non-specialist.
If he called his teammates now, he'd become a laughingstock among the elite special ops.
And he didn't believe it!
He must have been careless earlier—that's the only reason the opponent gained the upper hand.
This time—
He would go all out!
Even if it looked bad using full power on someone thirty levels lower—
It was better than losing!
ROAR!!
With that thought—
Jonathan fully activated his dragon bloodline!
A mighty roar thundered across the field.
His limbs and head began to dragonize!
Black dragon scales, like armor, covered his body.
And from his spine, a long dragon tail unfurled.
Complete dragonization came with overwhelming draconic might that slammed into the arena.
Even audience members around level 150–160 groaned under the pressure and quickly retreated.
"Dragonization..."
"Jonathan's really going all in!"
The special ops members looked grim.
For Jonathan to be pushed this far said everything about Ling Zhan's power.
Yet—
Just then—
"Hold it!!"
"Mr. Jonathan, didn't you say you wouldn't go all out?"
"If you're going full power, then please transfer to the Plains Battlefield replica!"
"Otherwise, this place can't take the destruction!"
The referee quickly shouted.
But because of that—
Hahaha!!
The Demon-Slaying Legion burst into laughter!
"Hahahaha! Just moments ago he was all smug about not needing full power—and now look at him, fully dragonized!"
"Wait—our Instructor Ling only used a basic attack, right? How did that force out his ultimate move!?"
"That backfired real fast..."
Yeah, this was a total face-slap.
He's the one who said no need for the Plains Battlefield.
Now he wanted in because he realized things weren't right.
The mocking around him made the hot-tempered Dragonkin clench his fists, but he had no comeback.
And just then—
Even more humiliation arrived.
Ling Zhan turned to the referee and calmly said, "Don't worry. Even if he goes all out, he won't do any damage to Mohr Fortress."
The referee looked at him in confusion.
Ling Zhan gave a domineering answer: "Because in the next round, he'll be down in less than five seconds."
Whoa!!
Down in less than five seconds!
Those words exploded like a bomb in the crowd.
Even General Li Xuerou raised an eyebrow.
Because this... honestly sounded like a bluff!
Even if Ling Zhan was on par with a level-190 powerhouse—
Saying he'd drop Jonathan, the Dragon War God, in under five seconds just seemed impossible.