Chapter 197: The Fury Unleashed

Leaping high, an enraged Zhang Meng transformed into a colossal beast, charging at Yenir with blinding speed.

Fueled by bitter hatred, he summoned almost every bit of his Spirit Energy, his entire body alight with seething fury.

Hatred. Madness.

All reason had vanished.

With his eyes glowing a deep red, only one thought echoed in his mind: avenge his son by killing Yenir!

“Stop him!”

“Attack!”

Panic erupted throughout the arena.

At his extreme, Zhang Meng was beyond the stopping power of even fellow Third-Stage Awakeners. When several nearby Third-Stage fighters tried to intervene, he brushed them aside in an instant.

“This is bad!”

“Protect Yenir quickly!”

Shock spread across their faces.

The sudden turn of events left everyone dumbfounded. No one could afford to let anything happen to Yenir!

The atmosphere turned grim.

In that moment, Zhang Meng resembled a ferocious tiger fighting for his life, his aura nearly reaching Peak Third-Stage intensity.

Yet while most were instinctively intimidated by his overwhelming murderous intent,

the newly sheathed Yenir showed no fear, calmly meeting Zhang Meng’s charge with an unwavering gaze.

Even a Dimensional Slash as a last resort wouldn’t allow Zhang Meng to finish him off instantly.

Especially with a Peak Third-Stage fighter present, Yenir felt no worry for his own safety.

What a joke—if he were truly in danger with a Peak Third-Stage around, perhaps the Authorities were orchestrating this.

Sure enough, as Zhang Meng hurled a furious, blazing strike, three elite fighters who had been guarding Zhang Yang’s corpse lunged in to shield Yenir.

Three successive light barriers sprang up to form a solid wall.

Then a cold command suddenly rang out from the stands.

“Zhang Meng! That’s enough!”

“Bam!”

In an instant, General Sun Weiguo erupted in a dazzling burst of red light. As the ground trembled violently, he appeared beside Yenir like a terrifying giant. Though his power was rooted solely in Strength Type, his use of a special skill made his movements nearly instantaneous.

With a stoic expression and bulging muscles, General Sun extended a massive hand like a fan, seizing the blade Zhang Meng had swung.

“Bang!!!”

A deafening explosion rattled the arena as bright light flashed.

The furious burst of blade energy—powerful enough to cleave a small mountain—was firmly clutched in his hand.

The arena shattered; a long, deep fissure erupted from beneath General Sun’s feet, stretching to the edge of the arena.

Barehanded, he intercepted Zhang Meng’s full-force strike, leaving many Third-Stage fighters in the arena staring in astonishment.

General Sun Weiguo stands among the six top figures of the Huaxia Battle Zone! This is the might of a Peak Third-Stage fighter!

Perhaps it was Zhang Meng’s hateful strike, or the sheer presence of Peak Third-Stage power that spurred him on.

Grasping his battle axe, Zhang Meng trembled, his bloodshot eyes seeming ready to burst.

“He killed my son!”

“I want him dead! I want him dead! Don’t stop me!”

His voice was laced with heart-wrenching grief and fury.

In his madness, Zhang Meng lost all reason, desperately trying to pry the battle axe from General Sun’s grasp.

Yet no matter how he struggled, the weapon seemed magnetized, locked tight in General Sun’s hand.

Many senior fighters in the arena watched with mixed expressions.

They knew that Zhang Meng had already lost his sanity.

No one could remain composed when their son died before their eyes. Although Zhang Meng had broken the rules, his sentiments were understandable.

It was simply that Yenir’s strength had far exceeded their expectations, pushing events to this tragic juncture.

His brow furrowed slightly.

Standing before Yenir, General Sun glared coldly at the mad Zhang Meng and barked once more:

“Zhang Meng! That’s enough!”

“Considering these unusual circumstances, I’ll let your earlier strike slide! In the Deadly Arena, lives are meant to be risked—if you dare strike again, don’t say I didn’t warn you!”

His presence grew even more imposing.

Even before Yenir had unleashed his power, he would never let anything happen to him.

Once Yenir displayed his abilities, even General Sun, who had previously overlooked him, now recognized the kid’s critical importance—or rather, his terrifying might!

A novice at Third-Stage, he had just ascended to that level.

Yet in battle, his strength rivaled seasoned mid-level Third-Stage fighters, if not surpassing them.

This was no longer a question of mere potential.

Based solely on his rapid sword technique and his ability to slay Zhang Yang under the assault of three elite opponents, his performance was nothing short of awe-inspiring.

Damn, how can an SSS-level talent be this powerful? He even suspected that Yenir, as an advanced Third-Stage fighter, could one day best him!

Frankly, Yenir’s worth now was incomparable—far beyond that of Zhang Meng.

Feeling the pressure from General Sun’s locked aura, Zhang Meng let out a bitter laugh. He knew that if he attacked again, one punch from General Sun would be fatal.

But how could he bear it? How could he accept this fate?

“General Sun!”

“Please, I beg you! I beg you!”

“That was my son! My only heir!”

“For all I’ve done for the country, and for risking my life time and again—”

“I just want justice!”

His voice, filled with despair, tugged at everyone’s hearts. A high-ranking commander reduced to such a pitiful state by Yenir.

He no longer insisted on killing Yenir.

Zhang Meng realized his chance was gone. All he craved was for Yenir to face retribution—how could Zhang Yang be killed even after the Deadly Arena had ended? The memory of those final sword strikes sent him into a frenzy.

Clearly, that bastard had aimed to kill Zhang Yang! He had been scheming against the three judges! With such venom in his heart, he wished to tear Yenir apart piece by piece!

Hearing Zhang Meng’s pleading tone, General Sun fell silent, his earlier rebuke hard to bring himself to voice.

Punishment? That was out of the question.

Yet from Zhang Meng’s state, one could understand his torment.

In that moment of hesitation, a light chuckle emanated from behind him.

Unfazed by the maddened Zhang Meng, Yenir stepped out from behind General Sun as if to taunt him.

“Old Dog!”

“And you still think you have the right to punish me?”

“Let me tell you!”

“Your son is nothing but a useless wimp, and you’re just an old crybaby who can’t take defeat!”

He sneered.

At that moment, Yenir appeared as an antihero, arrogantly gazing at the pleading Zhang Meng.

“You idiot! Keep coming if you dare!”

“I’m standing here waiting for you—if you even bruise me, I’ll make your whole family pay!”

The onlookers stared in stunned silence at Yenir’s sudden mockery, feeling his words were over the top.

No one could fathom why Yenir continued provoking at such a critical moment.

Sure enough, a barely controlled Zhang Meng exploded; in his fury, he discarded his battle axe and launched a fist directly at Yenir.

“Aaaahhhhh!!!”

“I want you dead! I want you dead!”