Apocalypse Gachapon Chapter 1889: My name

It simply couldn't be!

Every being present at this spectacle shared that exact disbelief.

Though these strikes might seem ordinary in the wider world, within this arena, they pushed the boundaries of what two thousand Fuleila could muster.

Yet such assaults left this human from Earth unscathed?

Meanwhile, Ye Zhongming's blade plunged deep into the treant's form amid the onslaught.

Letting a nine-star evolver—the highest authority in the Novice zone—draw near spelled doom for even a treant capped at precisely two thousand Fuleila energy.

In a flash, Ye Zhongming's weapon tore through its frame and sliced away its limbs.

Without those pesky vines sprouting from its eyes, and with the Cloud Peak King wary of them throwing off his aim, he could have easily lopped off the treant's skull.

Even so, these wounds forced the elite Gurui Star Race fighter to crumple to the earth, while the pair of conjured treants vanished entirely.

The second plant-shifted foe barely uttered a sound before spotting the Earth warrior, fresh from felling his ally, materialize beside him. Tension gripped his frame right then. Struggling to glance downward, he saw the earth had somehow climbed to his midsection. Far worse, the dirt mimicked a massive grip, squeezing him viciously from base to peak.

What in the world?

Next came the crushing pressure from that 'grasp'.

Then agony—waves of it.

The tough, bark-style shield he'd boasted about now failed utterly, shattering like brittle glass inside the 'grasp'.

Ye Zhongming held his position, holding off on another strike, but flashed a chilling grin that filled this Gurui Star Race warrior with dread, as he gradually lifted his right arm.

The foe tried to defend himself, yet as he hoisted his own limb, horror struck—his arm was crumbling!

Drying out, splitting, rotting, breaking down, dissolving...

The branch-covered appendage fell apart in mere moments, melting into a thick ooze that dripped to the soil!

In utter shock, he eyed his remaining arm; it followed suit, evaporating in a blink.

How was this happening? Though youthful among the Gurui Star Race, he'd endured close to a century of cosmic years and never encountered anything like it.

His mind raced through endless explanations, but nothing matched this nightmare!

Desperate, he peered upward for clues from his rival, only to meet a massive punch.

Splat!

The treant's skull burst apart. His form toppled as the ground-born 'grasp' faded away. Though lifeless, his remains liquefied in seconds and soaked into the dirt.

In that span, the earlier downed Gurui Star Race fighter ceased his thrashing and met his end.

The survivors, including those three Taros Red Dwarves, gawked in stunned silence. Not a whisper escaped anyone.

Two formidable, full-grown fighters slain so effortlessly? By a Novice who'd been badly wounded moments ago? And the method... well, they couldn't make sense of it at all.

He felt the deepest shock. Having battled at Ye Zhongming's side, she knew his state had been dire just before. How did he suddenly unleash such fury to eliminate two foes that had overwhelmed them?

The three Taros Red Dwarves came next in astonishment. Actually, it was more like a profound jolt. They hadn't witnessed Ye Zhongming's prior weakness, after all. Dispatching two Gurui Star Race opponents consecutively shattered their views on Novices.

This shouldn't have been feasible under normal circumstances.

And when the unthinkable occurred, it screamed irregularity.

As bafflement gripped them, a stark realization dawned: had this Novice turned his wrath on the trio instead, what then?

A shiver raced through them involuntarily.

Were they outdated in their ways? Or was this Novice freakishly strong?

The Gurui Star Race remains offered no insights. The Novices' stares locked onto the three Taros Red Dwarves without exception.

A shared truth hit them all.

True, the peril had loomed like total wipeout earlier. But now, the tide had shifted. With Ye Zhongming decisively ending the two Gurui Star Race threats, only three Taros Red Dwarves stood in their way. Forget the godlike aura he exuded; even a standard Ye Zhongming tipped the scales toward a winnable brawl. Sure, one Novice had perished, but Ye Zhongming had bounced back from his grave injuries!

Fear vanished from their spirits, igniting their fighting spirit sky-high.

The three Taros Red Dwarves sensed the surge and braced themselves on reflex.

"Now, we can talk about our matter."

Ye Zhongming faced the trio of dwarves, his expression holding that subtle, almost-there smile.

To the Taros Red Dwarves, those words rang like a battle cry.

Unease stirred within them, their earlier certainty of triumph eroded. Ye Zhongming's recent display had rattled them deeply.

No assurance left—absolutely none—in besting Ye Zhongming.

Still, pride defined them. Uncertainty didn't equate to terror of a Novice, no matter that he'd just proven capable of slaying peers in strength.

"Nothing to talk about. Submit to us, or die."

Credit where due, the Taros Red Dwarves showed iron resolve. Confidence or not, they stuck to their original stance.

"I think there is something to talk about."

A voice echoed from amid the Novice ranks, followed by a figure stepping leisurely into the fray.

Bloodstained and humanoid in build, yet with pointed, elfin ears. His lengthy grayish-white locks were loosely bound and slipped beneath his gear. What stood out most were his eyes: ivory pupils set in obsidian orbs. To any Earth observer, the reversed colors evoked pure creepiness.

"Not following the rules has always been the privilege of you, so-called major and powerful races. When I encounter it, I basically only use one method to solve it, which is... beating you into submission."

The arrival flashed a broad, mocking grin at the three Taros Red Dwarves, then approached a spot near Ye Zhongming, gave him a nod, and offered his right hand.

"You Earthlings greet like this when meeting for the first time, right? I heard it from Jikesu." The stranger treated Ye Zhongming with clear warmth. "Let me introduce myself..."

"My name is White Robe."