Apocalypse Gachapon Chapter 1888: Ineffective attack

Those words sounded ridiculous, yet not a single Novice dared to chuckle. Any hint of amusement came only as wry grins from a few.

Ye Zhongming's statement essentially meant clashing head-on with the Taros Red Dwarves.

Indeed, no one could deny the thrill of hearing him declare that, but what good did it do? Would it fill their stomachs or drive off these dwarf fighters?

Other than provoking them further, it achieved nothing.

Here, these folks were labeled Novices, but beyond this place, each was a formidable figure. They had outgrown the phase where empty words brought comfort.

The Gurui Star Race folks nearby experienced wild swings in their emotions.

Moments ago, they figured the Taros Red Dwarves might turn their aggression toward them. Though unafraid, they had already suffered a fallen comrade, with the remaining pair bearing wounds. Overpowering these Novices in raw strength posed no issue, yet confronting the three dwarves alongside Mujin and the Cliff Chariot left their odds of victory slim.

Then, upon catching Ye Zhongming's bold claim, a sense of doom filled their thoughts—this Novice was courting disaster. Did topping the Novice rankings fool him into believing he could take on seasoned fighters? Two thousand Fuleila didn't appear overwhelming, but even a gap of hundreds or a thousand proved impossible to bridge.

The trio of Taros Red Dwarves wore dark scowls, their stares at Ye Zhongming growing hostile.

In the realm of cosmic races, inhabitants of Reina Star, Huo’er Star, and the Su Clan formed the three dominant powers, undeniably the mightiest. Standing apart as the sole aloof group, the Taros Red Dwarves leveraged their exceptional gear-crafting skills to claim a uniquely elite status.

They bowed to no one's command and refused to serve others. Instead, thanks to their innate talents, countless beings labored for them, catering to their needs.

Even high-ranking leaders from Reina Star and Huo’er Star extended respect to Taros Red Dwarf kin.

It couldn't be helped; wealth held near-unlimited sway even across cosmic societies.

The Taros Red Dwarves crafted superior weaponry. Sales brought them vast fortunes, which they funneled into acquiring diverse resources and Moonspan Gold, fueling further innovations and trials for deadlier tools, while bolstering their fighters.

This cycle of comprehensive growth left them both rich and formidable.

Without the breeding challenges shared by groups like the Gurui Star Race and Changxu Water Race, the throne of supreme cosmic race might have shifted ages ago.

Against such a dominant force, their mild haughtiness was the least of concerns—even outright coercion from them changed nothing. They acted without regard, and their clan's elders offered no apologies to the heads of other universal races.

"In that case, we'll fulfill your desire."

The head Taros Red Dwarf advanced a pace, hoisting his battle hammer and pointing it squarely at Ye Zhongming.

They had seen promise in Ye Zhongming, worth nurturing. Yet recruitment wasn't a must; bloodline integrity mattered deeply to them.

Unable to claim him, elimination became the choice.

Besides affluence, instilling fear was crucial too.

Plus, he was merely a Star-Eye Clan stand-in.

Ye Zhongming nodded once more, his calm demeanor fueling the dwarves' rage.

"I'll stand by whatever choice you reach. But first, allow me to handle these two... or as you term them, 'tree sons'."

The Taros Red Dwarves paused in surprise, deeming this human utterly mad. Did he plan to tangle with the treants prior to facing them? True, as the universe's most distinctive race, they scorned those who embedded flora within themselves, but that hardly made the Gurui Star Race pushovers. Quite the opposite—in one-on-one fights, the dwarves' natural robustness and elite gear gave them edges at equal tiers. Few could match them evenly, and these treants ranked among that elite few.

Yet from where did this newcomer from a backwater world draw the audacity to believe he could handle them?

Normally, they would skip talk and strike him down outright. But disdain for Ye Zhongming mingled with irritation at the Gurui Star Race crew.

Letting the pair clash suited them fine. The dwarves believed Ye Zhongming would fall swiftly, sparing them effort and avoiding labels of brutality or disputes with the Star-Eye Clan.

The lead dwarf let out a sinister laugh and retreated a step.

Ye Zhongming grinned, pivoting toward the two Gurui Star Race individuals. The disdain in his gaze from addressing the dwarves vanished, supplanted by a surging killer's aura.

"Ye..."

Ji Ruiguang and the others with ties to Ye Zhongming yearned to intervene and talk him down. His moves now screamed immaturity.

"I can't say how the elite cosmic races converse or behave, but these average sorts, hounded by the Slave Race like strays, always puff up with superiority against the weak or those they see as beneath them..."

Not just the Gurui Star Race bristled at those words; the three dwarves sensed the barb aimed their way too.

"I must admit, it's pathetically basic."

While speaking, Ye Zhongming strode ahead, appearing ready to solo the two fully fit Gurui Star Race members.

"You're insane!"

She itched to drag him away, halting the Cloud Peak King's reckless path. Their brief alliance, forged in shared battles and his deeds, had built her faith in this Changxu Water Race's Hope Star.

She viewed Ye Zhongming as a true ally.

Offering He a steady glance, Ye Zhongming surged forward in a blur, closing in on one Gurui Star Race fighter. Blades materialized in his grip, swinging fiercely at the foe.

Overreaching fool!

The targeted leader, who had called forth two treants for support, anticipated the rush. With an inner sneer, he unleashed a barrage, three varied strikes engulfing Ye Zhongming.

In that instant, a glow enveloped the Cloud Peak King, manifesting stunning, majestic armor around him—not mere energy, but solid, tangible protection.

Against the treant's onslaught, Ye Zhongming displayed zero hesitation, charging straight in without evasion.

Countless blows rained on Ye Zhongming. Forget one lone figure; even a squad of seven or eight Novices would falter and withdraw under such fury.

Yet Ye Zhongming refused to yield; every strike connected in a flash.

That second, sighs echoed from the crowd.

Far too cocky.

Still, faint optimism lingered, for Ye Zhongming never struck them as dim-witted.

"He, he broke through!"

A voice cried out abruptly, and all witnessed Ye Zhongming bursting past the assaults to stand before the Gurui Star Race member, utterly unscathed by the onslaught!