CHAPTER 967: CHAPTER 965: THEN I’LL HAVE TO BREAK UP THE FIGHT PHYSICALLY

"Hachishin Taichi?" Both teams looked at each other, clearly neither of them had ever heard of this name.

"He can actually command a cosmic beast to fight for him; he must be from the Beast Taming Civilization. They are not people to be trifled with."

The Beast Taming Civilization is famous across the cosmos for their innate gift to tame cosmic beasts. Since cosmic beasts are often several times stronger than human martial artists, everyone from the Beast Taming Civilization is decidedly formidable. And it’s said that as their life level increases, the number of beasts they can tame also rises.

There was once a Level Seven Peak life form from the Beast Taming Civilization who, by unknown methods, managed to command hundreds of Level Six and even Level Seven life-form beasts to fight for him. In battle, this would leave practically no traces of anyone remaining.

Fortunately, there are few within the cosmos from the Beast Taming Civilization, making them a minority; otherwise, this civilization could have disrupted the balance of cosmic civilization.

"His beast is merely at Level Four Peak life status, yet the power of that fireball could surpass the usual Level Five Peak. What kind of creature is this?"

"I don’t know. I couldn’t find any information on this species in the database. It likely hasn’t been recorded in the cosmic beast compendium yet, or it’s been cultivated through other means."

"However, one thing is certain, this seems to be a cosmic beast with a very high-class bloodline. This person is unusual, everyone be cautious!"

Evidently, the superb flame move from the Tyrannosaurus left a deeply shocking impression on them—if that fireball had struck anyone among them, none could assure they wouldn’t be injured.

"Esteemed Beast Taming Civilization comrade, are you also interested in their possessions?" The leader of the lately-arrived faction asked Zhang Menglong, evidently very wary of this human-beast combination, "If you wish to leave now and not interfere in this matter, you’ll be treated as our most honored guest should you visit the Bai Ze Civilization in the future."

"You Ke, do we need to be so careful of him?" Another treasure hunter from the Bai Ze Civilization seemed a bit unconvinced, "My detector tells me he’s just a Level Five Elementary life form."

"Shut up!" the leader commanded, "He came by himself seeing us confronting each other, and had the audacity to approach; if his abilities were only as shallow as they appear, he’d be crazy!"

"Don’t forget, those from the Ritian Sect are all merely at Level Five Elementary or even Level Four Peak genetic life levels, and none of them are pushovers."

This statement instantly made everyone’s back sweat.

Indeed, if in this Treasure Hunting Space one’s life status is regarded as the sole standard of strength, death would come swiftly.

They had recently passed by a gathering spot of treasure hunters, established independently by these hunters to ward off wild beasts; there were some with special abilities allowing them to keep Level Six or higher beasts at bay. The gathering spot consisted of about 200,000 treasure hunters.

This was considered a fairly formidable force, at least capable of self-protection after the rampant beast tide.

Initially intending to join that gathering, upon arrival they found 200,000 treasure hunters glowing green on their heads.

They had not only been robbed of all their money but even the discoveries made in the Treasure Hunting Space were pillaged, leaving them feeling as though they’d entered a slum.

Upon inquiry, they learned that a treasure hunter from the Ritian Sect had passed through the area not long before.

He called himself Wu Qian the Canadian Electric Eel, at Level Four Peak life status, having comprehended the Thunder and Lightning Laws typically attainable only by Level Eight life forms, with actions and words sparking lightning.

Everyone only remembered him saying one thing—"My electric current is strong, you’ll need to endure."

Soon after, a Thunder Dragon descended from the heavens, its raging current surpassing any lightning; in an instant, all 200,000 people lost their ability to resist.

Thereafter, he looted all the treasures these people had obtained in the Treasure Hunting Space, even forcing them to drain all their accounts at the Cosmic Bank, leaving with heads glowing green and departing, rapping, with purple-black fortune flames.

Upon asking the gathered people why Wu Qian attacked them, the people remained bewildered.

"At that time, Wu Qian walked into the gathering and asked if anyone had freestyle; when no one responded, he got angry."

To this day, they haven’t figured out what "freestyle" exactly means.

But everyone learned a lesson—never underestimate anyone.

"Things? What things?" Zhang Menglong, having sensed the disturbance, had come over not knowing what the Elf Race had gotten hold of. Even if he knew, a Level Six martial weapon was not worth more than several pieces of Level Five Energy Crystals to him.

"You didn’t come here for the treasures they acquired?"

"No," Zhang Menglong appeared naively honest, "I’m from the Cosmic Peacekeeping Organization. I came because I saw some fighting here."

"Cosmic Peacekeeping Organization?" They looked at each other again; they had not heard of such an organization in the cosmos.

"Never mind if you haven’t heard of it," Zhang Menglong smiled, "Look at you two groups, bullying a group of injured folks—it’s such a disgraceful act. How could you exploit others’ misfortune like this? Watching this makes me ashamed for you; you’d better leave quickly. To get treasures, rely on one’s own abilities; robbing others doesn’t make a hero."

"Who do you think you are to lecture us?"

"Indeed, easy for you to say, but it’s a Level Six martial weapon; clearly, you want to hog it yourself, right?"

"But we discovered it first; do you understand the rule of first come, first served?"

"Hmph, you talk as if you understand first come, first served? We cornered them until the end of their rope, yet now you wish to double-cross us; it really is laughable."

Initially united against the outsiders, but a few contentious words later the atmosphere turned tense again.

"Thank you for your good intention, brother, but their target is solely us. You needn’t wade into this trouble," The Elf Race, innately kind-hearted, was moved by Zhang Menglong who risked himself for them, yet didn’t want him to take risks, urging him to leave.

"It’s fine, trust me, I’m professional." Zhang Menglong reassured them with a wave.

"Hey, don’t be so tense; we are all young, can’t we calmly sit down and talk this over?" Zhang Menglong said earnestly, "Just let go of hostility, and embrace harmony. Nothing is impossible to set aside; worldly possessions are fleeting, not brought by birth or carried away by death..."

"Watch out!" The Elf Race person cautioned.

But it was too late; a Beam Cannon was already directed at Zhang Menglong atop the Tyrannosaurus’ shoulder. With such power, it could severely damage a Level Five Peak life form, though to them, even if Zhang Menglong didn’t die, he’d shed a layer of skin.

"Boom!"

A sharp sound was heard as the Beam Cannon, seemingly deflected by some force, was abruptly flung away.

"What was that?" Everyone gazed at the circular shield with red and blue rings in Zhang Menglong’s hand.

"Could it also be a Level Six martial weapon?" Greedy looks rekindled in their eyes.

"Mmp!" Zhang Menglong put away the shield, "I tried to talk sense, but you still attacked the mediator? Since that’s the case, I’ll have to use physical persuasion!"