Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 739 - 674: Lanci’s Tyranny Over the Lesser King_2

The audience held their breath, silently pondering that the battle would likely be decided in the next moment.

However,

just as the shadow of the dragon was about to engulf the butler,

the butler merely lifted his hand gently.

An invisible force gripped the ferocious giant dragon as if caught tightly by an unseen hand, rendering it immobile.

The once raging black dragon was no longer the freely soaring creature, but instead crashed heavily onto the ground.

The spectators’ platform was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Then, the giant dragon struggled a few times, finding its body seemingly bound by chains weighing thousands of pounds, unable to break free from the invisible chains of spiritual power, no matter how hard it tried.

It could only let out a powerless roar as its front claws gave way, and it collapsed heavily onto the rugged terrain, kicking up dust; the wild light in the dragon’s eyes slowly dimmed, its head drooped gradually, and it fainted on the spot.

A few seconds later, the dust settled, and the giant dragon lay powerless on the ground, gradually turning into points of light and being sent out of the Artificial Shadow World.

Instantly, spectators outside the screen erupted into deafening exclamations, their expressions turning from shock to frenzy as they cast adoring glances at the seemingly unremarkable butler.

"Today’s match was spectacular!"

"Who else wants to challenge him!"

Weakening previous opponents was one thing, but this time he faced a truly powerful one and still swiftly knocked him out.

No one expected at the start that this poet-like gentleman would possess such astonishing strength.

As the dust of battle settled, the butler walked out of the mountainous arena with a leisurely pace, emerging from the Void Gate opened by the terminal magic equipment of the Artificial Shadow World.

He made his way slowly to the rest area.

"How about it, now you know how strong I am."

The voice of Talia’s thoughts echoed in Lanci’s mind.

"Indeed, you are the most useful right now."

Lanci replied in his mind.

His voice sounded as if the impressive feat of defeating the giant dragon was just part of his routine.

Christina was still somewhat dazed; she thought she had a rough estimate of the butler’s combat power.

Clearly, his strength far exceeded her expectations.

His magic fluctuation was weak, and he lacked the aura of a martial artist.

Yet every time, he effortlessly brought down his opponents.

"I... I really didn’t imagine you could handle it that easily. Borgonia Perli, the Demon Dragon Fighter who even my brother’s servitor couldn’t defeat, you just won against him like that..."

She shook her head, at a loss for words.

Initially, Christina just wanted to give the butler Rocky a bit of a hard time, then have him give up and stop working for their family.

Instead, he kept winning and earning a lot of points for the family.

She, as the employer of a super-newcomer, was almost making a name for herself.

Christina looked at the balance in her account, slightly bewildered.

She had bet on the butler Rocky McCarthy for contests, always pressing for his victory, and by now, her savings from over the years had been multiplied several times over.

Unfortunately, there was a betting limit of 1,000 pounds per match.

Also, large bets might be investigated or frozen.

Being the employer, she could only place her bets on her own servitor winning.

Moreover, to prevent rigging, both servitors in the Artificial Shadow World had to agree to anti-cheat clauses and undergo real-time battle intent checks; any indication of match-fixing would lead to an investigation and potentially astronomical fines.

Initially, Christina had reluctantly put 1,000 pounds on the butler, treating it almost like her hard-saved wedding fund being given away.

Unexpectedly, she won the very first bet at high odds.

Subsequently, facing increasingly stronger adversaries, Butler Rocky essentially overwhelmed each one instantly, showing such a strength disparity that his opponents felt compelled to surrender.

This was hardly a contest between equals of the Sixth-order.

It was more like an Eighth-order crushing a Sixth-order!

Some even suspected that the Baptist Family had brought in a powerful ringer to cause a stir in the Sacred Silvervine Arena.