Chapter 2, Blood Battle at Pangu

Kong San does not regret it; it has come solely for revenge. If it were to encounter these three Pangu in a direct confrontation during the day, it would have no chance of victory. Perhaps it could kill one Pangu, but it would certainly become food for the other two Pangu. After all, Pangu is the only powerful race capable of challenging the Tyrannosaurus.

This is a silent battle of gazes, where the contest lies in whose patience is more enduring and whose gaze is sharper. The one who cannot withstand the scrutiny and pressure will be the first to act, and will consequently face the opponent's long-prepared thunderous strike

Kong San's strong heart suddenly contracted; he realized that things were not looking good. Although Kong San had severely injured these three Pangu using various factors, the damage was not fatal. Both Pangu and the Tyrannosaurus possessed extremely strong self-healing abilities. If the Pterosaur did not arrive as Kong San had anticipated, once these Pangu regained their ability to move, it would become increasingly difficult to kill them.

Kong San was furious, vigorously swinging its tail in an attempt to break free from Blackbeard's grasp. However, Blackbeard was resolute, refusing to let go no matter how much Kong San struggled. The veins on his arms bulged, nearly bursting through the skin, clearly indicating that Blackbeard was fighting with all his might. The blood gushing from the wound on his shoulder had already soaked half of his body, with blood even dripping from the pubic hair on his lower abdomen.

Kong San is no exception; he also yearns to die in the Holy Land, transforming into a bone dragon to fight alongside the king. However, he is not qualified. Only the three-clawed tyrannosaurus, a powerful being with three toes on its forelimbs, possesses the ability to enter the Holy Land. For Kong San, that peak, though visible when he raises his head, remains so distant and unattainable.

A dull thud echoed, and Kong's internal organs were severely injured, with a stream of bright red blood flowing from its jaw as it lay on the ground, unable to move an inch

Uncertain how much time had passed, the strange phenomenon of thunder without rain suddenly vanished. The stars in the sky continued to twinkle, yet a hint of dawn gradually emerged on the distant horizon. The warmth of its initial rays intertwined with the coolness of the soon-to-fade night, causing Kong San on the ground to feel an indescribable weariness. Enduring the pain, it struggled to turn its head towards the west, its gaze piercing through the thin veil of night, resting upon a distant peak shrouded in mist, towering majestically. Kong San's eyes were filled with reverence and longing.

The atmosphere fell into a strange calm, as neither Kong San nor the white-bearded man had the confidence to decisively eliminate their opponent. They could only remain on guard, cautiously wary of each other, ready to seize any opportunity to strike.

The sneak attack on Kong San by the white-bearded figure did not yield any benefits. Just as Kong San landed, it finally retracted its other foot and delivered a fierce kick to the white beard's tender abdomen. The sharp, knife-like toes even pierced into its lower region, causing it to let out a cry of anguish and fall back onto the ground.

It is said that the Tyrannosaurus King has always been overlooking the entire ancient world from the towering peak within Kong San's line of sight. This peak is the sacred ground of the entire Tyrannosaurus clan, and every Tyrannosaurus hopes to await death beneath that peak. They believe that the bones of dragons endure; as long as they die on the sacred ground, their remains will continue to exist in another form, providing them with the opportunity to fight alongside the Tyrannosaurus King and protect the entire race. This peak is the sacred ground of the entire Tyrannosaurus clan, and every Tyrannosaurus hopes to await death beneath that peak. They believe that the bones of dragons endure; as long as they die on the sacred ground, their remains will continue to exist in another form, providing them with the opportunity to fight alongside the Tyrannosaurus King and protect the entire race.

Time flowed quietly, and neither Kong San nor Whitebeard moved an inch in their standoff. At this moment, Blackbeard and Redbeard on the ground turned their heads, their bloodshot eyes glaring as they joined the ranks of those locking eyes with Kong San

When Kong San was still a hatchling dragon, he had heard from his ancestors about a legend, a true tale that belonged solely to the Tyrannosaurus clan

A long, long time ago, the exact duration of which Kong San could not ascertain, it spread its two front paws, which had only four front toes. Adding the toes on its feet, there were merely eight, a number beyond its imagination. In any case, it was a long, long time ago when the rulers of this world were the ferocious giant beasts known as dragons. At that time, the Tyrannosaurus was as small as a Velociraptor, and it was referred to as the Protoceratops. Its frail body allowed it only to follow behind the giant dragons, scavenging on leftover carrion, and a moment's inattention could lead it to become prey for other fierce beasts in this world. This harsh state of existence persisted for a long time until one day, an anomaly appeared among the Protoceratops. With its delicate body, it miraculously defeated the incredibly fierce giant dragon and led the Protoceratops clan to carve out a unique evolutionary path in a world dominated by giants. This harsh state of existence continued for a long time until one day, an anomaly appeared among the Protoceratops. With its delicate body, it miraculously defeated the incredibly fierce giant dragon and led the Protoceratops clan to carve out a unique evolutionary path in a world dominated by giants. To this day, the Protoceratops has evolved into the most ferocious carnivore, the Tyrannosaurus, which has branches spread across the entire world. Yet, that mutated ancestral dragon still survives, quietly guarding the entire Tyrannosaurus clan at a level that ordinary two-clawed Tyrannosaurs like Kong San can hardly reach. It is the true king of the Tyrannosaurus clan.

The dawn finally dispelled the night, revealing the battlefield where Kong San and the Pangu fought desperately under the sunlight. This is a magnificent forest located beneath the undulating mountains, vast and boundless, with trees towering to block out the sun. A gentle breeze passes through, and the trees resemble a green ocean, lush and verdant

Kong San does not care about what Red Beard thinks; it holds a deep disdain for these Pangu and gazes fiercely at the astonished Red Beard with wide-open eyes. The power beneath its feet increases by three parts, and it stomps down hard.

This world is balanced, and every creature has its natural enemy to maintain this balance. The tyrant of the land, the Tyrannosaurus tribe, is no exception; their natural enemy is the Pangu. Since the emergence of the Pangu tribe, the battles between Pangu and the Tyrannosaurus have never ceased. Kong San's territory borders the sacred land of the Tyrannosaurus tribe, which is the core area of their power. Normally, Pangu never appears here. Suddenly, a question that Kong San had never considered flashed through its mind: why do these Pangu intruders dare to rampage near the sacred land of the Tyrannosaurus tribe?

At the moment of stalemate, the Whitebeard, who had not taken action until then, moved. He was an exceedingly treacherous character. In a critical moment, he neither went to protect the severely injured Redbeard nor helped the struggling Blackbeard, but instead swung the massive stone shield in his hand and struck fiercely at the leg bones that supported Kong San's enormous body.

Now, Kong San has successfully avenged himself, clearing the shame of lost territory; he has no more attachments.

Kong San's gaze quickly swept over Blackbeard and Redbeard, finally focusing on Whitebeard. Although all the Pangu appeared the same in Kong San's eyes, through the series of battles, the one he feared the most was this treacherous Whitebeard and his terrifying stone shield. If he were to take another hit from that shield, given Kong San's current condition, he would undoubtedly face death.

Redbeard seemed to understand the hatred in Kong San's eyes. It despairingly closed its eyes, quietly awaiting the arrival of death. Just as Redbeard's eyes were about to close completely, it suddenly noticed out of the corner of its eye that the giant foot in the air had actually come to a halt, lingering without descending.

The thunder in the sky continues to rumble, yet at this moment, the battle can no longer proceed, resulting in mutual destruction for all parties involved

The Pangu cautiously moved forward a step, and Kong San did not react violently. Two steps, and Kong San still did not attack. Three steps, and Kong San simply curled up, its massive dragon tail wrapping around in front, adopting a defensive posture.

Although the Tyrannosaurus rex is arrogant and proud, and although it is accustomed to solitude, it has never forgotten its roots. The legend of the Tyrannosaurus rex and the hunting skills that the Tyrannosaurus rex clan takes pride in have been passed down through generations. It can be said that every Tyrannosaurus rex in this world is a loyal follower of the Tyrannosaurus rex king

Redbeard was overjoyed, enduring the excruciating pain of his broken ribs. With a great turn, he rolled over and, upon looking again, discovered that it was Blackbeard who had saved him. At that moment, Blackbeard's two rough hands were tightly gripping the tail of Kong San.

Kong San's conservatism emboldened Whitebeard even more. The resentment that had been suppressed in his heart for an entire night suddenly erupted. He endured the intense pain in his abdomen and raised the massive stone shield high above his head, excitedly roaring as he charged towards Kong San. Behind him, Blackbeard picked up a half-broken stone spear, while Redbeard grabbed a sharp stone shard, summoning the last remnants of their strength to closely follow Whitebeard, shouting as they launched a desperate charge.

Compared to exceptional combat thinking, the ordinary two-clawed Tyrannosaurus does not differ in rational thought from other dragon species. Similarly, its confusion is profound; Kong San's simplistic analytical ability is utterly incapable of comprehending this problem that far exceeds its cognitive level.

With the addition of Blackbeard and Redbeard, Kong San's situation has become increasingly perilous; however, its resolve has grown even stronger. If it had charged forward recklessly just now, it might have only ended in mutual destruction with Whitebeard. But now, the opponent holds a numerical advantage, and this gradually increasing advantage is bound to wear down the opponent's patience. As long as the opponent loses patience and strikes first, the power that it has been accumulating while waiting will erupt instantaneously, allowing it to at least take down two Pangu from the opponent. Even if it ultimately cannot escape death, it would still be a worthwhile trade. This is the battle wisdom of the Tyrannosaurus; their grasp of the battlefield situation has always been exceptionally keen.

With a loud clang, although Kong San's legs were strong, he lost his balance from this fierce blow. His massive body crashed to the ground, causing dust to fly up from the impact. This was not the end; just as Kong San fell, the white-bearded man swung his large shield again, striking heavily against Kong San's soft abdomen.

Although Kong San was barely able to move, he did not immediately rise to attack the Pangu, for he noticed that the Pangu were also awake. At this moment, among the three Pangu, although Blackbeard was lying on the ground, the wound on his shoulder had already scabbed over. Redbeard had long ceased his wailing, merely lying on the ground and gasping for breath. The least injured, Whitebeard, had already propped himself up on his side, applying the sand from the ground to his lower abdominal wound while tightly gripping his stone shield, his eyes fixed intently on every move of Kong San.

Kong San and the three Pangu lay scattered in the largest clearing of this forest. The Pangu were quite experienced; they chose this open area as their resting place to guard against ambushes from the forest. However, ironically, they ultimately fell victim to an ambush.

In the blink of an eye, three Pangu and a Tyrannosaurus have been lying here for a night. However, strangely, no creatures have appeared before them during this time. Kong San and the Pangu are filled with suspicion. It is understandable that the dragons on the ground do not dare to approach due to their scent, but it is quite odd that the pterosaurs, known as the most gluttonous scavengers in this world, who travel in groups and dare to compete with Pangu and the Tyrannosaurus for food, have also not shown up. This is indeed peculiar, as swift aerial predators like the pterosaurs would not shy away from any terrestrial creatures upon sensing blood.

The distance between Kong San and the three Pangu was not far. Just as the passionate and fervent roar of the white-bearded man echoed, Kong San moved. A flash of crimson light flickered in his eyes, and the dragon tail that had been drooping softly in front of him suddenly spun around and swung high, the straight tip pointing directly at the sky. Gathering all his strength, he resolutely swept it out, a violent tail swipe from the Tyrannosaurus Rex

Kong San was panting heavily, and he was very satisfied with this outcome. He believed that the severely injured Pangu would absolutely be unable to survive in this world dominated by ferocious beasts. In this world, there were too few races like the Tyrannosaurus and Pangu that would rather starve than consume carrion; the vast majority of carnivorous races were scavengers. Perhaps it would not be long before Kong San and the three Pangu would become food for the scavenger dragons.

At this moment, the blood-drained Blackbeard, after his outburst, had lost all his strength, collapsing to the ground and gasping for breath. Redbeard, on the other hand, was crouched down, clutching his ribs, too afraid to move an inch. The desperate roll he had just made had already driven fragments of his ribs into his internal organs.

Kong San quickly abandoned the thought of this headache-inducing problem and instead turned his gaze to the three severely injured Pangu, his eyes filled with vigilance. After a night of rest and relying on his formidable self-healing ability, Kong San's severely injured internal organs had begun to heal slowly, and his paralyzed body had regained a certain degree of mobility

Indeed, the three Pangu, whose psychological advantage had greatly increased, gradually lost their patience. Blackbeard and Redbeard gritted their yellowed teeth and struggled to rise, while Whitebeard also turned over, laboriously picking up the stone shield beneath him. Looking at Kong San, who was slowly and clumsily turning his heavy body in a half-dead state, excitement once again shone in their eyes, as if they could already see the dawn of victory.