World-Ending Demon Emperor
Chapter 1109 - 500: Create Another Miracle!_2

Chapter 1109: Chapter 500: Create Another Miracle!_2

"Rest assured, I promise not to disappoint you when it comes to battle achievements," Lanling said. "Du Yan, how about we compete in a match?"

Du Yan squinted and glanced at Lanling, saying, "Compete with me? Sorry, you’re unworthy. You don’t even have the qualifications to match a single finger of mine. Please don’t disgrace me."

His arrogance was truly infuriating.

Lanling said, "For this great battle, shall we compete to see who claims more heads?"

Du Yan replied, "Lanling, don’t try to bring me down to your level to elevate your own worth. You’re still unfit. I refuse to compete with a frog dwelling at the bottom of a well, and I wouldn’t even stand beside you."

Every word he uttered was laced with venom, full of scorn towards Lanling.

Lanling said, "Regardless of whether you accept or not, I’ve already challenged you to this battle."

Du Yan retorted sharply, "A fool holding a wooden stick and rushing toward a towering mountain calls it a battle with the mountain? A dimwit inserting his lower body into the earth calls it conquering the world? Did the mountain consent, or the earth agree? I’ll say it again: do whatever clownish antics you please, but don’t drag me into it!"

This man truly had a wicked tongue; it was enough to make anyone furious.

Lanling, however, seemed entirely unbothered. In truth, his intent was undeniably dirty, just as Du Yan accused. He was far less skilled in martial arts than Du Yan, yet insisted on forcing himself into a direct comparison with him.

Indeed, Lanling aimed to challenge Du Yan head-on.

Not just that—he wanted all the brothers of the Foreign Tribe Army to witness this contest, to see who between himself and Du Yan would claim more heads.

If he lost to Du Yan? It wouldn’t matter in the slightest—who would find that surprising?

But if Lanling somehow beat Du Yan, or even came close in comparison, his standing and significance in the eyes of the Foreign Tribe Army brothers would undoubtedly rise once more.

"Du Yan, if I win, I won’t ask anything else of you. All I need is for you to kneel before our foster father in front of all the Foreign Tribe brothers and apologize, admitting you were wrong," Lanling declared loudly, ensuring everyone in the Foreign Tribe Army could hear him clearly.

Calculating and crafty, Lanling was once again deliberately scoring points in the eyes of the crowd.

Du Yan obviously saw through Lanling’s sinister intentions. No matter whether he liked it or not, Lanling had successfully dragged him into the battlefield for a direct showdown.

Furious, Du Yan gritted his teeth and snarled, "If you lose, I have only one demand: stay away from Dina. Keep your lecherous eyes off her, and don’t get within three paces of her."

"Deal," Lanling accepted promptly. "If I win, you’ll kneel before our foster father and apologize. If I lose, I’ll stay away from Dina."

Lanling’s voice rang out loud and clear.

This wager left all the brothers of the Foreign Tribe Army with a subtle impression that Lanling seemed more dignified.

He was fighting for the honor of his uncle, Suo Mo.

Meanwhile, Du Yan, shamefully, was fighting over a woman, which clearly placed him at a disadvantage.

Suo Mo had decided to betroth Dina to Lanling. Upon hearing their wager, he wanted to intervene and stop it.

But ultimately, he stayed silent because this challenge had been issued by Lanling himself.

After the earlier battle, Suo Mo had come to reevaluate Lanling.

Not just for his martial prowess, but also for his willpower and cunning. It was evident that Lanling was not just some naïve youth but a former ruler of a nation. No matter what he did, he always had his reasons.

As an elder, Suo Mo wanted to protect him but knew he shouldn’t make decisions for him in everything.

Lanling picked up a wooden stick from the ground and broke it in half to seal the pact.

Normally, he should have used a sword, but the Foreign Tribe Army was too impoverished, and wasting resources on such symbolism would have been frowned upon.

"Agreed," Du Yan replied coldly. He drew a sword from a nearby soldier and snapped it in two!

In that moment, Du Yan’s image subtly diminished further in the eyes of the Foreign Tribe brothers.

Lanling, at least, had shown care for the weapons that the brothers depended on for survival, breaking only a wooden stick. Du Yan, on the other hand, had casually broken a sword—the very lifeline of the Foreign Tribe Army.

Now, because of this, one brother would be without a sword. How would he fight in the upcoming battle?

In the end, under Lanling’s coercion, the wager was officially sealed.

Lanling and Du Yan would compete in contributions, with this battle determining who would harvest more heads.

This wager would become deeply etched in the hearts of the Foreign Tribe Army brothers.

If Lanling won, his prestige and influence would soar once more.

Using such strategies, Lanling’s rise would be swift, eventually becoming Du Yan’s equal—or even surpassing him.

...

In the earlier duel, the representative of the Wild Horse Tribe was defeated and humiliated.

If the disparity in strength between the two sides had been obvious, the loss wouldn’t have mattered much. But everyone had believed Lanling to be weak and the berserker of the Wild Horse Tribe far stronger.

Yet the outcome—a crushing defeat for the berserker and an overwhelming victory for Lanling—was startling.

For the weaker side to win was not a good omen. It suggested potential calamity in the ensuing war.

The Barbaric Wilderness was deeply steeped in superstitions, so this defeat in the duel left the Chief of the Wild Horse Tribe deeply agitated!

He felt he had to salvage the situation by winning a duel; otherwise, the morale for the coming war might be irreparably damaged.

Immediately, the Chief of the Wild Horse Tribe shouted, "Konstantin, you may have narrowly won the first duel. But do you dare to face a second? Let’s shed more blood this time, and shed it in greater measure!"

Konstantin laughed loudly, "Alright. How do you propose we do this?"

The Wild Horse Tribe Chief replied, "For the second duel, both sides will each send forth one hundred cavalrymen, line up one thousand meters apart, and charge headlong for a decisive kill. What do you say?"