Volume One, Chapter 152: The Four Dark Kings?

"What? Did he really say that to you?"

Inside the grand hall, the furious voice of Alien Empera resonated, making the entire palace tremble faintly.

The Four Heavenly Kings of Darkness, kneeling before him, instantly felt their blood roil in panic. They lowered their already bowed heads even further.

"Your Majesty, it's the absolute truth!" Yapool raised his head, gnashing his teeth as he spoke. "That damned Tregear not only completely disrespects Your Majesty, but he even spoke with outrageous arrogance, saying that if Your Majesty wishes to live, you had better not go looking for trouble with him."

Bang!

The armrest of the imperial throne shattered to pieces upon impact, frightening the Four Heavenly Kings so much that cold sweat poured from them and their hearts shivered.

They had never dreamed in a million years that Tregear, who had just received the dark primordial power of His Majesty, would become arrogant to such an extreme degree.

Had he forgotten who bestowed his power upon him?

Power could be given, but it could also be taken back!

In the eyes of the Four Heavenly Kings, Tregear was practically a dead man.

Of all people to offend, why offend the Emperor...

Sure enough, Alien Empera let out a cold, sinister laugh, though it was unclear whether he was mocking his own poor judgment of character or laughing at Tregear's supreme foolishness.

Since that was the case, the plan to invade Earth would have to be delayed for the time being.

Alien Empera slowly stood up, his gloomy gaze falling upon the Four Heavenly Kings: "Yapool, Mephilas, Grozam, Desreim, the four of you shall act together. Within three days, I want to see Tregear's head."

"We obey your command!"

The Four Heavenly Kings bowed in unison, their deep voices echoing thunderously.

***

Constellation Draco, Planet D60.

After a day of internalizing their grief, everyone finally managed to recover from the devastating news regarding Planet L77, and resumed the sparring and exchange session that had been left unfinished the day before.

After all, the dead could not be brought back to life; the only way they could prevent such tragedies from recurring was to become stronger through rigorous tempering.

First to step into the arena was Feng Buzhui, dressed in white robes.

As a grandmaster of Phantom Beast fighters, his strength was second only to Wang Xiao, and the Soaring Divine Crane Fist he had mastered was nothing short of miraculous and peerless.

According to custom, he should have been sparring with his peer Linglan Louyuan to discover his own shortcomings and flaws.

Yet, the moment he walked to the center of the arena, his gaze landed directly on Tregear. "Junior Brother, I wish to challenge you!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of everyone present turned slightly peculiar.

Wang Xiao, in particular, let out two heavy, dry coughs, signaling Feng Buzhui not to lose his mind.

However, Feng Buzhui turned a blind eye and a deaf ear, looking at Tregear with a fighting spirit burning brightly in his eyes.

That day, he had also witnessed Tregear utilizing the power of the wind element, and the Soaring Divine Crane Fist he practiced was likewise inextricably linked to the wind element.

Therefore, he wanted to have a formal match with Tregear.

With no other choice, Wang Xiao could only announce: "For the first match, let it be Feng Buzhui versus Tregear. Go easy on each other, and stop once the point is made!"

When he uttered the phrase "stop once the point is made," he placed a particularly heavy emphasis on the words, casting a pointed glare specifically at Tregear.

"No problem." Tregear had no objections either.

Since it was merely a sparring match, how could he possibly unleash his full strength?

Besides, this was a contest of martial arts and physical techniques.

"Please enlighten me." Feng Buzhui offered a slight bow, assuming the opening stance of the Soaring Divine Crane Fist.

Tregear, on the other hand, merely placed his hands behind his back, adopting an arrogant and haughty posture as if there was no one else in the world.

Yet who could have known that he was simply entirely accustomed to this stance?

"Take my attack!" Feng Buzhui didn't care about any of that. He immediately launched an offensive, treading with illusory, traceless, and mysterious footwork to close the distance to Tregear in an instant, throwing a punch straight at his abdomen.

Tregear did not panic in the least. Perhaps the level he stood on was simply too high, allowing him to see through all of his opponent's moves and routines the very moment Feng Buzhui made his move.

Thus, with a casual and effortless step backward, he easily evaded Feng Buzhui's strike.

"..." Feng Buzhui froze for a split second, his five fingers rapidly snapping back into the shape of a crane's beak as he whipped them upward in a sudden jab.

This time, Tregear's feet remained still, but his body performed a bizarre horizontal shift to the left by a short distance.

Simultaneously, Feng Buzhui's fingers brushed past his cheek by a hair's breadth.

Wang Xiao and the others watching from the sidelines were utterly dumbfounded.

They knew Feng Buzhui's strength better than anyone.

Yet after merely two moves, he hadn't gained even the slightest advantage?

Tregear raised an arm, extending a single finger to gently tap Feng Buzhui on the chest: "You lost!"

"..." Feng Buzhui's expression stiffened, clearly harboring a deep sense of reluctance.

However, Wang Xiao refused to give him another chance to continue the challenge, shouting directly: "The victor has been decided!"

Since Tregear had won, the next challenger had to defeat him first before they could challenge anyone else.

"Then for the next match, it's my turn!" Linglan stepped forward, offering a slight bow to Tregear: "Junior Brother, let me test your standards."

"Come on." Tregear uttered those two words indifferently, his expression growing slightly more solemn.

Of course, this wasn't because Linglan was exceptionally powerful, but rather because he suddenly realized that if he fought according to his past combat experience, not a single one of these people would be his match.

Therefore, he had to forget his previous moves and fight them using only the fist techniques he had learned on Planet D60.

Tregear closed his eyes, slowly emptying his consciousness, and then continuously simulated the moves and routines of Planet D60 within his mind.

"Junior Brother, I'm making my move!"

Linglan's sweet voice reached his ears. Tregear slowly opened his twin pupils, parted his legs, and thrust both fists forward: "Come!"

"Here I come!" Linglan's starry eyes lit up as the phantom of the Cosmic Phantom Beast Fist materialized behind her, shouting, "High-Speed Frozen Leopard Fist!"

"So that is the Cosmic Phantom Beast Fist mastered by Linglan." Tregear murmured softly, not daring to be careless. He hurriedly channeled the power of the wind element, weaving it with the sweeps of his arms to form a barrier of wind right before him.

Upon seeing this, Feng Buzhui, who had just retreated to the side, found his expression turning sourer than if he had swallowed feces.

He had merely wanted to test his mastery of the wind element against Tregear.

Yet it had barely begun before it was already over.

And now? The advantage had fallen to that girl Linglan.

Feng Buzhui's indignant and resentful appearance could not help but elicit a chuckle from Louyuan: "Since everyone is together anyway, can't you spar with Tregear whenever you want?"