His movements were completely irregular, entirely unreasonable.

It was as if a tornado in a game, dropping frames, and with the model collapsing.

"Huh?"

In an instant, Lion King's mind was frozen.

"Extreme Intent Stream, Wind-Rolling Flying Star!"

Gao Xin's chaotic Spiral Blade Formation, and the surrounding energy was all drawn in.

The shattered gun shadows didn't dissipate, but instead transformed into high-energy flying stars, making him seem like a swirling star system as he attacked.

Lion King, countering Gao Xin's move, successfully shattered Fame Moves Mountains and Rivers, which in turn became the prelude to the next move, Wind-Rolling Flying Star.

It was an indispensable part.

"Super Lion King state doesn't enhance your awareness."

"No matter how powerful you are, you are but a tool for me!"

Gao Xin played with Lion King, turning all of Lion King's killer moves into aids, back and forth.

Instead, Gao Xin unleashed an astonishingly powerful strike.

Of course, this was very precise, and Lion King's overwhelming strength theoretically could still break Gao Xin's move.

However, he was bewildered.

Old emotions and memories surged in his mind, making it impossible for him to respond properly.

"Ahhhhh!"

"I don't want to be a tool! I don't want to be a tool!"

"I must! I must! Become a Fighting Beast Slave!"

Lion King was triggered by the keywords, transporting his memory back to when he first arrived on the island.

He was once a free-spirited tribal youth in Africa, Marseille.

By then the world war had ended, and the giant enterprise had come to Africa and established metallic city-states on the land.

Marseille suddenly found himself stepping from the tribe into the high-intensity regulated cyber metropolis, becoming a pampered citizen leech and unable to gallop on the savannah, as the wildlife preserves were all private estates.

He was extremely unaccustomed, causing trouble everywhere, constantly racing against police cars, bullets, and robots, frequently imprisoned, but he didn't care and even formed a gang with tribal relatives.

However, the good times didn't last, and Crime Prison Island was established; instead of being imprisoned for crimes, he was directly exiled to Crime Prison Island.

At that moment, he was dumbfounded; the island was full of ruthless individuals, and the rebellious arrested Radiation were the trendsetters, while he was but a fragile man.

He rallied a group of Black people to huddle together for survival, fighting for food and hiding every day.

Eventually, they couldn't survive and were captured by a group of Radiation, becoming slaves and tools.

That was the most painful part of his life, as slaves during the Age of Chaos were far worse than they are now.

Not only couldn't they eat or clothe themselves adequately, but they might also be eaten...

Fortunately, the class wasn't solidified back then, and those who initially enslaved him were soon killed, and he became a slave to stronger individuals.

Through repeated transfers and sales, he was moved to several gathering points until he arrived at a place with a True Wolf Level leader, finally getting a chance to change his fate.

Because under that True Wolf leader was a thin and weak cyber wizard named Mu Yuan, who raised many Radiation Beasts and was the first person on the island to trade for beast species, then self-cultivate and raise them to lower costs.

Moreover, he awakened a powerful module called incitement hormone, becoming a Radiation Beast Lord.

With him, that True Wolf leader laughed proudly on the island.

And to train the Radiation Beasts for battle and promote their levels, the True Wolf leader established a Beast Fighting Arena, cultivating slaves to fight beasts.

This sort of Fighting Beast Slave was always a selected robust and battle-savvy person, and they would be given gene protectors, becoming specialized beast-fighting slaves from then on.

To get this opportunity, to be selected as a Fighting Beast Slave, Marseille fought desperately with people for the slot.

"It's mine! It's mine!"

"The spot for a Fighting Beast Slave is mine, Marseille's!"

"I am the son of the tribal chieftain, who dares to take it from me!"

Lion King, eyes blood-red, lunged at Gao Xin like a bloodthirsty beast ready to tear and bite.

Very good, very spirited.

However, such a way of head-on fighting, like a mad dog in chaos, was an outburst from his fragile past and wasn't suitable for the current war atop.

Watching Lion King like a mad dog, the Holy War Army leaders were all dumbfounded.

"What are you doing? Lion King! Don't rush in like that!"

Lion King roared to the heavens, "I am the lion of the savanna! The invincible lion! Roar!"

"Ahh!"

Gao Xin's Demon Blade flashed and madly slashed, effortlessly beheading the mad dog.

In severe pain, Lion King regained clarity: "Wha-wha-what is this move!"

By the time he became clear, it was too late, as Gao Xin's attack was a chain kill.

After one strike, another followed; almost simultaneously, the Throne came to execute its destruction.

"Boom!"

Gao Xin did not choose to seize Lion King, knowing it would inevitably fail.

Super-speed Regeneration Second Rank was the known nemesis of the Throne, unless able to first use the Prisoner Dragon Technique to sever it, otherwise, the upper limit of the Throne's devour would be an ordinary Quasi-Dragon King.

"Thud!"

In an instant, a large piece of flesh and blood ornament was taken away from Lion King by the Throne.

Blazed by fire, all was quickly melted and forged.

Gao Xin didn't want Lion King, targeting only his ornaments.

"Eagle King, save me!"

Lion King felt his strength visibly waning, 200%... 180%... 160%...

His state continued to decline, his Source Blood Return ornaments couldn't withstand the Throne's forging, as if they were innately countered.

"Storm Throw!"

Eagle King hurled the Storm Hammer with all his might, resembling a thick bolt of lightning.

At the same time, the leader of the Holy War Army also attacked, pinching Gao Xin.

In such a situation, Gao Xin could only temporarily abandon Lion King.

With an erratic, fluffed displacement, he passed through the Storm Hammer.

The Demon Blade flicked, the enormous Sword Light, wildfire spreading wide.

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