491 Ball-Ache (1/2)

Driving the tiger to swallow the wolf was not the original plan.

The provocation of monsters around the great magnificent mountain to fight against the flood dragon of Blessed Fountain was initially a move used by Wang Lu in a critical moment to save the disciples of Spirit Sword Sect. And this move did get the desired effect.

But now it seemed like the effect of this move was likely to be even better than expected.

The second time he used the move of driving the tiger to swallow the wolf was initially intended to weaken the strength of the flood dragon. Better yet if it could fit with the current level of Spirit Sword Sect people. Otherwise, if every time there was a fatal crisis in training Wang Lu had to use the Leeroy Jenkins move, sooner or later, there would bound to be incident.

But the result of this second try was that, it turned into a life and death battle between two groups of monsters, which was really unexpected. And this had actually far exceeded the expectation.

The second level flood dragon that dwelled at Blessed Fountain was among the most powerful creatures within the area of hundreds of kilometers. He could also be regarded as the tyrant of this area. All the monsters that settled around Blessed Fountain deeply feared him and, in normal times, would not dare to challenge him. Therefore, according to Wang Lu's initial expectation, after he provoked their hatred and then departed the battlefield using the heavenly talisman, the beast tide would shift their hatred, making them inevitably clash with flood dragon. However, soon it would be dispersed due to the suppression from the natural difference in rank. During the period, the strength of the flood dragon would inevitably be weakened, but it couldn't be expected to weaken too much.

However, what actually happened was that, those monsters in the beast tide seemed to drop their survival instinct. It was clear that the coiling dragon array composed of thirty-six flood dragons was a meat grinder, yet they still risked their lives and limbs, even sacrificing everything just to bite the opposite party's scales to wound them!

This ferocious fighting style was almost as if they had absolutely irreconcilable enmity, but this was actually just a shift in their original hatred.

Then… as the original source of hatred, what exactly did Wang Lu do?

A few thoughtful and deeply careful disciples of Spirit Sword Sect would inevitably think of this part and then cast their eyes on Wang Lu with curiosity and admiration.

Ouyang Shang who was more thoughtful than these disciples and had long correctly guessed Wang Lu's procedure, which made the resulting scene before them not surprising at all.

He must have found more inspiration from the invention of sh*t throwing tactic and carried it forward.

This beast tide that came here from all sides was definitely angered till they lost their reason because of this—imagine a human being, their loved ones and children being killed and their homes being shat… It would certainly lead to this uninterrupted hate.

This approach was open to question, but on the other hand… it was a good opportunity for fishing for profit. After this battle, the flood dragon of Blessed Fountain was bound to be injured, but his foundation wouldn't be damaged and he would still have a considerable strength, which would be a perfect leveling object.

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The fierce battle between the beast tide and the coiling dragon array lasted for three days and three nights.

On the scale, the beast tide had an absolute advantage, but the second level flood dragon, as the hegemon of this place, occupied the upper hand in the actual fight by relying on his coiling dragon array—the meat grinder wore down as many lives as it could from the beast tide. Although the beast tide had the number advantage, under the circumstances where they lost their reason due to them mourning the death of their loved ones, not only they didn't cooperate with each other, they even killed among themselves. Thus, they could only display less than thirty percent of their power, so naturally, they were not their opponent's match.

Three days later, the battle result had been decided. Within the beast tide, the monsters that were good at fighting and could attack were already dead in combat. The beast tide had no more power to reverse the desperate situation, and although the coiling dragon array also suffered a huge loss, it still stood erect. Witnessing this scene, the beast tide finally recovered some sense of desperation and began to flee.

The flood dragons did not pursue. Not because they were unwilling, but because they simply couldn't. On the third day, although they won the battle, it was a pyrrhic victory. More than half of the thirty-six dragon sons and grandsons got killed. And the second level flood dragon himself suffered severe wounds. A crack appeared in one of his dragon balls, and one of his eyes was blown off… the hegemon of the great magnificent mountain had lost at least half of his strength.

Under such a circumstance, the flood dragon didn't even dare to guarantee that he could face those human cultivators who had been like ants to him.

If they took advantage of this...

Fortunately, those humans did not appear at all. Even until he returned with his descendants to his dragon palace under the water of Blessed Fountain.

Clearly, this was the best opportunity to strike. If they missed this time, they would never have such a good opportunity anymore—the monsters around the great magnificent mountain had been beaten, the fear and submission toward the flood dragon had been completely printed deep in their soul and bones, no longer could they be instigated for people to take advantage of. And he… even if he could not fully recover from his injury for a long time, he still had the absolute strength advantage.

With how despicable human was, it was difficult to understand why they missed the opportunity to take advantage of this. But they did not come indeed.

This made the second level flood dragon to become filled with dread for a few days in the dragon palace, because he always felt that there would be a more horrible plot awaiting for him.

Until the fifth day. The human plot came late.

”Report my king, not good!”

The flood dragon who had been recuperating from injury opened his one eye. ”What's the matter?”

At this time, the mind of the flood dragon was instead somewhat relaxed since the burden in his mind disappeared like a huge rock that fell to the ground. No matter what the human plot was, at least they finally came. Then...

Then he heard his men uttered the familiar line.

”They're throwing excrement in the water again!”

… Logically speaking, he should be happy when he heard the opponent use the same trick again. After all, by using the same trick again, it meant that the opponent might be at their wit's end. However, the flood dragon was completely unhappy.