Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 202

"So is this the Dragon Blood Clan's inheritance skill?" Elder Star asked, unable to stop himself from crying out in wonder. He had known from long ago that this skill was the strongest skill, and along with that knowledge was the understanding that the skill was superior to other skills in some respects.

Despite knowing such a thing for so long, seeing it now was still as astonishing and shocking as one would expect. He stared with wide eyes as his jaw dropped open. It was like a dream playing out in broad daylight because nobody had ever anticipated that an avatar one produced would have as much strength and power as its originator, and yet there it was. He thought about what would happen if Scott reached the Grand Realm and each avatar was as strong as his real body. He felt that Scott's strength would increase to such a great extent that even if all of the demonic monster kings engaged in the combat, the whole situation would remain a challenge for them.

As he pondered over Scott's strength, an idea suddenly flashed in his mind. "Is it possible that his talent skill will grow stronger in the future?" he murmured to himself.

Darren, who had been standing next to him all this time, burst into laughter upon seeing the fascinated look on Elder Star's face. "Of course it will grow stronger. Scott hasn't even reached the Grand Realm yet. Imagine how many avatars he'll be able to produce once he climbs his way up to the Grand Realm? I'd say he'd manage at least eight avatars," he said. Before the fight began, Darren had given some of his Dragon Saliva Fruit to Scott, thinking that although the fruit could not help Scott reach the Grand Realm, it would still purify his blood and allow him to produce more avatars than usual.

He was aware that even though the Dragon Saliva Fruit had this prominent effect, it was still the cultivator's strength that mainly decided the quantity of the avatar. The higher the realm, the more avatars one could produce. In this case, if Scott reached the Grand Realm, producing up to ten avatars at the same time would not be out of the question given that he had already made numbers of big achievements in his cultivation.

Darren's words were convincing enough to make Elder Star wonder about Scott's power. After a while, he smiled vaguely and said, "I didn't expect him to get so powerful to the point that he has the ability to stand up to the demonic monster kings in a fight. As the Holy Lord of the Dragon Holy Land, he has now become a valuable and honorable hero to our humans."

Darren smiled and did not say anything, silently agreeing with what Elder Star had just said. They continued to enjoy the fight that was going on high above them without bothering to mask their amazement and amusement.

In the sky, Scott and the demonic monster kings were still going hard at each other. The sudden appearance of Scott's four avatars did not astonish Divine Bull King. Rather, the fury of his defeat seemed to have completely taken his focus and disregarded his rational judgment of the fight. All that occupied his mind now was his desperate wish to exact his revenge on Scott. North Monster King was different, though. He was furious, but also terrified. The advantage had clearly shifted towards Scott as the ratio of the fight changed from two against one to two against five.

A big fight was definitely on the cards, and the situation was not looking good for them. Subconsciously, North Monster King began shrinking from the idea of fighting Scott as he sensed the danger. He wanted to leave and escape the danger more than anything. However, how could running away from five excellent fighters be easy? He would be hunted down, for sure. He would be attacked from his behind and that would only put him in a more disadvantageous situation.

Left with no choice, he could do nothing except steeling himself and praying that Divine Bull King was powerful enough to fight with him as a team against Scott. It was their only shot.

North Monster King spat out his purple pearl and took a fighting stance. The purple pearl was his demonic core. He had nourished it for over a thousand years and it served as his passage to connect to his skill.