The Almighty Dragon General

Ten living beings lay scattered on the ground after their defeat.
As they crawled back to their feet, they sat in a lotus position and circulated energy to recover from their injuries.
Their faces turned grim with anger after hearing the conversation between James and Xzavion.
Despite the desire to retaliate, they lacked the courage to do so.
Xzavion cast a disdainful glance at them and said, “What? Are you still not conceding? Do I need to finish you off?” “we
concede,” spoke one of the living beings from the Mystara World.
The Mystara World they hailed from was one of the Three Thousand Great Genesis Worlds.
They thought that they could seize providence and boon by joining forces.
However, they were rendered powerless in their first battle.
The tombkeeper was observing every Arena World.
After the living beings from the Mystara World conceded, they left the Genesis World voluntarily.
Following that, they were expelled from the Tomb World and then from the Zephyria World.
The Arena World where James and Xzavion were in vanished.
However, they did not enter the next Arena World immediately because the other Arena Worlds were still in combat.
Determining a winner between living beings of the same realm was challenging unless one was invincible and could crush
opponents effortlessly.
James and Xzavion were not in a hurry either.
Instead, they engaged in conversation with laughter while standing in place.
Eventually, someone emerged victorious.
However, the tombkeeper did not make immediate arrangements as he could discern that those who won quickly were true
geniuses and prodigies.

If he arranged for them to fight now, the powerhouses would meet prematurely, leaving the final ten unable to defeat the puppet
warriors.
The tombkeeper scanned the entire scene and observed each Arena World.
“TI didn’t expect you to be so strong!” James looked at Xzavion with admiration.
Xzavion replied nonchalantly, “I neglected my cultivation for a long time.
Upon reaching the Yuraeceon Rank, I encountered the injured Xayal from the Dark World.
I fought and paid a heavy price to seal him.
Then, you released him while I hadn’t healed.
I had to force him back and barely survived the third battle.
My Soul Genesis hadn't recovered, and my strength wasn’t at its peak when Xayal returned.
If I were at my full strength, and if I’d combined the power of the Dark World’s Anceralos with my own, I might not have lost to
Seneca, who was at the peak of the Yuraeceon Third Rank.” Xzavion was confident in his abilities.
As his Soul Genesis gradually recovered, his strength also returned.
Although not yet until its peak, it was close.
He looked at James and asked, “How strong are you really?” Xzavion was genuinely curious about James’ true combat strength.
However, he did not know it clearly.
He only knew James was still in the Yuraeceon First Rank but could effortlessly defeat Xayal at that rank.
Xayal’s cultivation base was restored to the Yuraeceon Ninth Rank when he revealed himself.
Still, James established his past form and future form to defeat him.
Now, James had lost both his past and future forms, but his own strength was formidable.
Xzavion was uncertain about how formidable James’ current strength was.

James fell into contemplation, then replied, “I’m not sure.
It takes a battle to understand my combat strength and figure out how I fare against powerhouses at each stage of the
Yuraeceon Rank.” They chatted and laughed while waiting without showing any anxiety about the upcoming battle.
The battles among the powerhouses were straightforward in deciding victory or defeat, but determining life and death was hard.
While Franciscus’ boon was truly captivating, numerous living beings sought to attain it even in the face of death.
Consequently, many fought to the death in battles, refusing to surrender unless they met their demise in combat.
James and Xzavion waited for a long time.
After a thousand years, they finally appeared in the next Arena World.
Upon arrival, they saw ten living beings seriously injured in the Arena World.
They had unstable auras, and their strength was depleted.
Clearly, they had exerted themselves in their previous battles, either fighting to the death or forcing their opponents to surrender.
They took the Holy Potion and sat in a lotus position to circulate energy for recovery.
Observing the scene, Xzavion furrowed his brow and said, “Taking them on right now feels like picking on the underdogs, doesn’t
it?”