Apocalypse Gachapon

“When these poison tadpoles grow larger, that woman from Cloud Peak will die rapidly!”

The little tyrant licked his lips excitedly as he watched the tadpoles reach the size of millet grains.

The Life-Devouring Tadpoles could absorb an evolved human’s energy and blood to grow rapidly. Though they never exceeded the size of a grain of rice, they were already lethal pests—nearly impossible to remove once attached, capable of draining a person’s life force in a horrifyingly short time, subjecting them to unbearable torment before death.

Perhaps imagining that scene, the boy shivered with excitement.

Ye Zhongming frowned slightly, watching the duel with growing concern.

The King of Cloud Peak wasn’t afraid of Red Hair facing a strong opponent.

His position in the national rankings was similar. Officially, Ye Zhongming was recognized as the strongest in China—partly due to Five Ring Money’s flattery, but mostly because it reflected reality.

In the vast Chinese region, Ye Zhongming was undeniably one of the top-tier powerhouses, if not the absolute strongest. His war beasts alone surpassed even Li Daqian of the Beast Villa, a specialist in that field.

Coupled with his top-tier craftsmanship and equipment, if Ye Zhongming claimed to be second, no one would dare call themselves first.

Red Hair was the same. She might still lag slightly behind Ye Zhongming, but ever since he created her, she had fought countless battles—almost always emerging victorious. Even against level nine lifeforms, her resilience was awe-inspiring.

After obtaining the Undead Dragon-fish, Red Hair’s strength soared even higher. In Ye Zhongming’s internal ranking of Cloud Peak’s fighters, if he had to name the second strongest after himself, Red Hair would likely take that spot.

This puppet, born from his own hands and reborn with new life, had grown to a point even Ye Zhongming couldn’t fully grasp.

But one thing was certain: Red Hair was strong. Exceptionally strong.

This opponent, Ahan, was an enigma in terms of presence. Ye Zhongming guessed he was an eight-star evolved. Since he hadn’t reached nine stars, Red Hair’s chances of losing were slim.

The Undead Dragon-fish’s sudden evolution had weakened Red Hair slightly, but Ahan was far from being a top-tier eight-star either.

Ye Zhongming had been certain of victory.

But witnessing Ahan’s bizarre job, even the King of Cloud Peak felt a flicker of doubt.

It wasn’t that he feared Red Hair would lose—it was the lingering damage from those parasites that worried him.

For the first time, Ye Zhongming questioned his decision to never bring Park Xiuying into battle. Was his caution misplaced?

While Hidden Snake Journey reveled in their advantage and Cloud Peak watched anxiously, Red Hair launched her counterattack. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by novel⚑fire.net

The luminous dueling platform was beautiful and indestructible. Neither Ahan’s massive hands nor Red Hair’s spear could leave a mark on it.

Ahan’s parasites inflicted heavy damage. Even though Red Hair dodged constantly, avoiding direct contact, the sheer number of tadpoles Ahan flung into the air made contamination inevitable. Every second, Red Hair’s constitution points dropped by ten! If this continued, she’d lose by default within ten minutes, without Ahan needing to lift a finger.

Yet, while the tadpoles clung to Red Hair, they did not affect the luminous platform itself.

Suddenly, Red Hair let out a soft laugh.

Ahan, puzzled, immediately halted his assault and retreated.

Despite holding the advantage, Ahan chose caution. His tadpoles were his trump card—he could afford to wait.

But then, something terrifying happened.

The supposedly indestructible luminous platform sprouted red vines!

They grew rapidly, thickening and lengthening, their surfaces covered in sharp thorns.

“Red… thorns?!”

Ahan’s heart lurched. He had no time to question how vines could grow on the platform. With a roar, his pants exploded, revealing hairy legs and a pair of bright red underwear.

The shredded fabric transformed into four black, glowing cloth shields, spinning rapidly.

The thorny vines lashed against them but failed to penetrate.

Ahan exhaled in relief, a smirk forming.

In such a confined space, if he couldn’t counter these vines, he’d be helpless.

But his relief was short-lived.

His smile froze as he realized the woman had already leaped into the air, her spear morphing mid-thrust into dozens of thorny vines. Even her hair had transformed into the same dreaded tendrils.

Instantly, the entire space seemed filled with writhing, attacking vines.

The four cloth shields were sturdy, but too few. Despite their rapid movement, gaps appeared.

Ahan’s body was soon crisscrossed with bloody lashes.

His defenses, as the little tyrant had boasted, rivaled gold-grade armor. Yet these seemingly fragile plants had breached them effortlessly.

On the platform, Ahan’s constitution points plummeted—from over 4,000 to nearly 3,000 in moments.

But Ahan wasn’t afraid. He endured, knowing his opponent was faring worse.

Her points had dropped faster than his, now at 3,500—lower than his own!

In this war of attrition, he held the advantage.

The spectators below watched tensely, silently cheering for their champions.

Both sides prayed their fighter would outlast the other.

Soon, both combatants’ points dwindled to just over 1,000. Red Hair was slightly behind, but a few heavy strikes had wounded Ahan severely, narrowing the gap to a mere 100 points.

Five and a half minutes had passed.

Victory—or defeat—seemed imminent.