The Almighty Dragon General

Chapter 2031
The person speaking was a man.
He was only about a meter and sixty centimeters tall, making him relatively short. His skin tone was slightly dark, and on his back
was a long sword.
He stood at the back of the crowd and walked out slowly. The man looked around the crowd before casually saying, “I choose to
challenge everyone.”
“Good,” said the shadow.
There appeared to be many decent people among those who arrived here.
“In that case, let’s begin.”
The shadow gave a casual wave of its hand.
In its palm, a white ray of light took shape. The white ray of light slowly became visible and materialized at the city gate.
Immediately after that, a massive arena appeared at the city gate. With a diameter of roughly ten thousand meters, the arena
was massive. Around the arena, there were also some mysterious rings of light.
The shadow continued, “This is a death match. If one does not concede defeat, one must kill the other person in order to be
deemed to have passed the checkpoint.”
The crowd nodded softly.
Every step of the way up to this point, they had been aware of how brutal it was to pass through the checkpoints. The slightest
lapse in judgment would result in death.
“Who will go first?” The shadow scanned the crowd before pointing at James and finally the Son of Heaven. “You two will go
first,” it said.
As soon as it finished speaking, the Son of Heaven leaped and instantly appeared in the arena.
When James was about to proceed to the arena, Marcello walked over, looked at James, and patted him on his shoulder. He
said, “Be careful. If you can’t compete with him, give up. There will always be hope as long as you’re alive.”

Marcello gave him a gentle reminder.
James’ body was special, he knew, but in the end, James’ rank was still very low. There was a significant difference in rank
between him and the Son of Heaven. In a real fight, James’ chances of winning were slim.
James nodded and said, “Alright, I’ll be careful.”
After he said that, he turned around and looked at the enormous arena in front of him. In a flash, he leaped and appeared in the
arena.
“Who will win?”
“James is probably no match for him, right?”
“He’s definitely no match for him. I’ve fought him before. He’s actually quite powerful, with strength comparable to the
Supernatural Consummation. This time, however, his opponent is
in the Herculean rank rather than the Supernatural Consummation. Despite being only one step apart, the two have very
different levels of power.”
Many people were discussing the matchup.
No one had high hopes for James because the Son of Heaven had a distinguished background. He was the leader of the
Overworld’s ten most prominent figures and the most distinguished disciple of the greatest figure of the Overworld. He had also
amassed a plethora of impressive Supernatural Powers, all of which were extremely destructive when used.
Forget about James by himself. Even if everyone present worked together, they still might not be able to compete with the Son of
Heaven.
Excluding Marcello and the person who challenged everyone, of course. Those two might be oddballs.
The Son of Heaven was standing in the arena, dressed entirely in white. His long, dark hair was blowing in the wind. He was
very handsome and had an impressive presence. However, at this precise moment, there was a tinge of darkness on his
charming face, and in that darkness, there was murderous intent.
“Die,” he spat out a word while glaring at James, his throat moving slightly.

In his eyes, James was already a dead man.
James’ expression was grave as well.
This could be his most serious fight since he became a martial artist. This fight would determine whether he could obtain this
Celestial Abode, whether he could obtain this great treasure. He had to win this fight.
He moved around a little. From within his body, a powerful force surfaced.
‘While I was getting through the checkpoints earlier, my physical strength grew several times. Even if my physical strength hasn’t
yet reached Herculean, it might have already reached Supernatural Consummation. Going up against the Son of Heaven, I might
not lose.’