"Very well. Your opponent will be Commander Miller. We're heading to his quarters now." The old man was confused. "His quarters? Is this battle going to happen in Commander Miller's own quarters?" "That's right. Is there a problem with that?" "Shouldn't a battle happen in a wide and open space so that there are no innocent casualties?" Hagin chuckled. "It seems that you do not understand merfolk quite enough yet. The six main energies are the roots of our cultivation, and the commanders' quarters are all supported with energy formations. The commanders' powers will get a boost there, and having the battle in Commander Miller's quarters will definitely be a benefit to him. As for your other concern, I'll have the quarters evacuated completely." Wilbur and the old man had not expected there to be a formation in the commanders' quarters. They just had to defeat Commander Miller and pass the eighth checkpoint, then pass the ninth checkpoint to retrieve the eighth dragon cauldr

Just then, the old man said, "I'm so sorry, Commander Miller. It's Wilbur's mission to get the eighth dragon cauldron, not mine. I can't battle you this time. But if you defeat Wilbur, that should be enough to prove your power too." The old man's gaze glinted with admiration for Miller. His fearless drive for self-betterment was unlike anything the old man had seen in a while. Miller said, "Alright, then. Mister Penn, we're going to be opponents now." Wilbur stared at Miller for a while before saying, "When do we start?" "If you want, we can start right away," Miller replied. Hagin glanced at his watch. "Let me go through the rules. This challenge will last ten minutes. If Wilbur cannot defeat Miller within that time and Miller is still able to get up, Wilbur will be considered to have lost. Of course, if Miller surrenders, the win will go to Wilbur. Alright. I'm going to count to three, and the challenge will begin. One, two, three—begin!" The old man and Hagin quickly ret

Miller was standing rooted to the spot like he was frozen still, his head bowed as he gripped his spear and muttered, "How could this be? How could my energy disappear just like that? This is impossible! Impossible!" The next second, Wilbur appeared in front of Miller, pointing the thunder cleaver at him. "The power of light is a middle-dimensional law. You're still considered weak in the face of absolute light." "I can't believe I lost." "Do you admit defeat?" "No, I'll never admit defeat. You may kill me now." Miller never wanted to admit defeat, but he knew that he was no match for Wilbur. Now that Wilbur had defeated him, death was the only way to protect his pride. Hagin fumed, "You idiot, Miller! How could you do that? I'm so disappointed in you! You've been stripped of all your duties as commander of the merfolk starting from this very second!" Miller barked out a laugh, keeping his head bowed. "What a laughable life I lead. No matter how hard I work, even with all

"You don't blame me, do you, Emperor Ramos?" "That's alright. Miller's personality was never suitable for the position of commander anyway. He can leave if he wants to." Hagin heaved a sigh of relief. He came out of the room and led Wilbur and the old man into the dungeon. As the chains lowered them, the three of them found themselves hundreds of meters underground. Hagin led the two men down a long passage. There was a cell at the end of the passage, and Hagin opened the door to let them inside. Wilbur looked up to see a man with his limbs completely chained. He was stunned by the sight, realizing that the guy had legs like his. The prisoner was a cultivator from the human realm. The old man was just as shocked. Just as the two of them were frowning in confusion, Hagin came up to the man in chains. "Still remember me, Demon?" "Hagin. What sacrifices have you brought my way this time?" "Ha. These elites might not lose to you, mind you." Hagin turned to the side, and the

Wilbur wiped the blood off his mouth. "I'm fine, sir. He's truly powerful. I guess I underestimated him." "That's elemental power for you! That wind-type attack was just a greeting! Look, I sent you flying with just a simple attack. That means I'm far more powerful than you. Don't hold back, young man. Just get to it." "Alright!" Wilbur got to his feet. "I won't use my feet since you aren't using yours! We'll duel just using our upper bodies, and I'll defeat you all the same." "You're funny. Sure, we can do whatever you want. Don't expect me to spare either of you." "Cut the crap and get to it." Wilbur released his dragon aura and shaped it into a dragon that soared around him in circles. Demon smirked. "Dragon cultivation, huh? I guess you really are unlike the others. You were lucky enough to cultivate using methods of the dragon clan. It's a shame that this won't be enough to change your fate, though." Demon swiped at the air, and a huge hand made of wind-type powers a