Chapter 423 A fight to the death
The evil dragon's heart was beating wildly, as if some invisible giant hand was squeezing his throat hard, making it difficult for him to breathe.
His pupils contracted sharply, and the cold sweat on his forehead slid down his cheeks like raindrops.
His face turned pale and an unconcealable fear flashed across his eyes.
This feeling of oppression - he would never forget it.
Jin'an's aura was like a towering mountain, instantly descending upon Dragon Palace City and pressing heavily on the evil dragon's shoulders, making his whole body stiff and almost unable to move.
He had watched the battle of Jinan from afar in those days, and that distant yet deadly sense of deterrence had kept him awake for days and nights.
And now, this feeling of oppression is more real than ever, as if the hand of death has been placed on his shoulder.
The evil dragon's breathing was rapid, and he could almost feel his legs starting to become weak and trembling uncontrollably.
This ruthless pirate who once dominated Fishman Street now looked like a helpless trapped beast, and even lost the courage to escape.
He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from the force, but that still couldn't suppress the fear in his heart.
"How is it possible..." The evil dragon muttered to himself, his voice trembling slightly.
His originally arrogant expression collapsed in an instant, and was replaced by a mixture of fear and despair.
Even if he didn't want to admit it, deep down he had been completely conquered.
"Jin...An..." The evil dragon uttered the name with difficulty through his cracked lips, his voice so low that it was almost inaudible.
The oppressive feeling was getting closer and closer, as if the entire air was compressed and became heavy.
The dragon's back was soaked with cold sweat, with beads of sweat sliding down his neck into his collar. He felt like he was standing in the center of a storm, and the world before his eyes became blurred.
Finally, he could no longer bear the huge fear, his legs softened, and he almost fell to the ground. He suppressed the shame and tried to stand firm, but the trembling of his body had already betrayed him.
At this moment, a very light sound of footsteps was heard in the air, neither fast nor slow, but with unparalleled deterrence.
Every step he took seemed to be stepping on the heart of the evil dragon, causing his heart to beat faster, as if he would be crushed into powder by this force in the next second.
Jin'an's figure gradually emerged in the light and shadow in front. He had a slender figure and his steps were as steady as Mount Tai.
He put his hands behind his back, with a hint of indifference in his eyes.
That aura seemed to have everything under control, and the air in the entire Dragon Palace City seemed to suddenly solidify because of his arrival.
The evil dragon finally understood at this moment that he was completely powerless to resist.
He was already so frightened even when he sensed Jin An's aura from afar. Now facing this power head-on, the last bit of resistance in his heart completely collapsed.
He swallowed, his voice hoarse and trembling: "Jin... An, I..."
Before he could finish his words, his throat seemed to be blocked by something and he could no longer make any sound.
The evil dragon then realized that he couldn't even utter the words to beg for mercy.
Jin An's gaze was like a cold blade, sweeping across the evil dragon in an instant, as if he didn't take him seriously at all.
"Evil dragon, you are very brave." Jin An spoke lightly, his voice was as calm as water, but with an irresistible sense of oppression.
At that moment, the evil dragon only felt that his back was completely soaked by cold sweat, his legs became completely weak, and he fell to his knees on the ground.
He originally thought that he was a strong man because he dominated Fishman Street, but at this moment, facing Jin An, he finally understood that he was not worth mentioning at all.
"Spare...life..."
The corners of Jin An's mouth slightly raised, revealing a cold smile, which was filled with a strong sense of oppression and a hint of mockery.
He leaned forward slightly, his eyes as sharp as a knife, locking directly on the evil dragon kneeling on the ground.
"You should know the consequences of causing trouble on Fishman Island." Jin An's voice was low and calm, but it was like thunder rolling past his ears.
The moment these words were spoken, the air seemed to freeze instantly. The pressure emanating from Jin An was no longer just an invisible force existing in the atmosphere, but it was as if it had become a substance and was pressing down hard on the evil dragon.
The evil dragon's pupils shrank again, and his breathing became extremely difficult in an instant, as if some invisible heavy object was ruthlessly crushing his chest.
"Click..."
A slight cracking sound was heard.
The dragon knelt on the ground, and cracks began to appear on the hard ground around his knees. Wisps of dust floated up from the cracks, and the floor tiles made a harsh cracking sound, gradually extending into larger cracks.
The evil dragon's body seemed to be under a tremendous pressure. He supported himself on the ground with trembling hands, trying to support his body, but found that he was unable to resist that force at all.
Jin'an's aura was like an insurmountable mountain, which instantly crushed the evil dragon to the point where it could hardly breathe.
His back was as stiff as iron, unable to move, his muscles were rigid in fear, and even the sweat seemed to be frozen on his skin.
The evil dragon's breathing was rapid and chaotic, and cold sweat kept flowing down his temples, dripping onto the already cracked ground.
"Jin... An..."
The evil dragon's voice was hoarse and trembling.
He tried hard to explain himself, but every word seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his throat, difficult and desperate.
Jin An sighed softly, as if he was already accustomed to the dragon's reaction.
He lifted one foot and casually stepped lightly on the ground.
That tiny movement was like a fuse, instantly shaking the entire ground into even more shattered pieces, and the cracks spread rapidly like a spider web.
The evil dragon's face became even paler, and all the bones in his body were creaking slightly in intense pain, as if they could collapse at any time.
"Making trouble on Fishman Island... you are really brave." Jin An lowered his head slightly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, like the judgment of the god of death.
The evil dragon trembled violently, its legs could no longer withstand the extreme pressure, and it collapsed completely on the broken ground.
His face was pressed against the cold stone bricks, his eyes were full of fear and despair, and his body was like an ant with its throat pinched, with no power to resist.
"I was wrong... I was really wrong... Please spare my life... Please... Please spare my life..." The evil dragon finally collapsed completely. His once proud character completely disappeared, replaced by endless fear and the instinct to survive.
Jin An did not rush to respond. He stood quietly in front of the evil dragon, looking down at the once invincible fish-man pirate.
The smile was still on his lips, but his eyes were ice-cold without a trace of warmth.
He spoke casually, in a calm tone, as if asking a common question: "Don't you have a deadly drug? I'll give you a chance, take as much as you can. I'll give you a chance to challenge me."
As soon as the words fell, the scene fell into an eerie silence, and no one could believe their ears.
The evil dragon was also stunned. His pupils suddenly contracted and his lips trembled. He wanted to say something but no sound came out.
Jin An's calmness, the kind of calmness that was as cold and indifferent as a god who controlled life and death, made him at a loss for a moment.
However, after a brief shock, a hint of extreme confidence suddenly appeared on the evil dragon's face.
His self-confidence seemed like a poisonous ivy that grew out of the abyss of despair, with all the madness and desperation of a gambler.
He slowly raised his head, staring at Jin An with burning eyes, and a nearly crazy smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"The murderous drug..."
He muttered to himself, looked down at the medicine bottle he carried with him, and clenched it tightly with both hands. The cold bottle seemed to be his last life-saving straw.
As long as he takes these medicines, he will not be afraid of even Jin An! These murderous medicines once gave him infinite power, and today, they will once again become the tool for him to reverse his fate!
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