The Path of Evolution

A top-grade spiritual weapon is something that even the demon king longs for.

The Flying Eagle Demon General is known as the top master among the great demons, but after all, he is only a great demon and is still one step away from the demon king.

Zhu Yingjun's request undoubtedly had difficult intentions in the eyes of the monsters. Some monsters even suspected that the little kid didn't dare to fight against the Flying Eagle Demon General, and deliberately used this method to get through.

"Zhu Yingjun, you have gone too far!"

"Yes, I have never heard of a higher-grade spiritual weapon being used as a bet!"

"This coward obviously doesn't dare to fight and is deliberately delaying it!"

"Zhu Yingjun, you are still not a male demon. If you are a male, just fight!"

A group of monsters under the ring complained about the Flying Eagle Demon General, and the phrase "male monster" suddenly made Zhao Hao laugh. He only discovered today that not only humans are good at the "if you're a man, you have sex" routine, monsters can also do this routine.

"Thank you for your kindness. Brother Yingjun and I made a promise beforehand. Now that we have made a bet, we must not break the promise." The Flying Eagle Demon General had the demeanor of a demon clan in a big city. He took out a golden ring engraved with an eagle pattern and said loudly. : "The name of this thing is [Flying Eagle Spiritual Ring], and it is my destiny spiritual weapon. If I lose, the Flying Eagle Spiritual Ring will belong to Brother Yingjun."

"Flying Eagle Demon General, what a spirit!"

"You are worthy of being King Dapeng's right-hand man, and indeed a role model for our generation of monsters!"

"Zhu Yingjun, the Flying Eagle Demon General has taken out all his natal spiritual weapons. What else do you have to say?"

A group of monsters applauded, feeling that the Flying Eagle Monster General was too masterful.

Some people also took the opportunity to question Zhu Yingjun, blocking this little kid's escape route.

I saw Zhu Yingjun's eyes staring at the Flying Eagle Spirit Ring. After a few seconds, he reluctantly said: "In that case, let's get started."

"The rules of Duobao City are to get on the ring and have a fair duel." The Flying Eagle Demon General was not so easy to suffer. He simply laid the groundwork and then added the key points: "Brother Yingjun, don't you think it's a little unfair to me? I took out If you have your natal spiritual weapon, what can you come up with?"

Zhu Yingjun had the intention of attacking the wolf with his empty gloves: "If I lose, I will kill or behead you, it's up to you!"

The Flying Eagle Demon General showed his grace again: "It's not easy for you to practice for many years. We are all demons, why should I take your life?"

The implication of this elegant line is: don’t be silly, be real!

Zhu Yingjun's eyes flashed. He originally planned to give up as soon as he was ready, but the other party insisted on not letting go. In this case, Xiao Fenfen didn't mind adding some spices, so she gritted her teeth and said, "I...if I lose, I will be your errand boy for a hundred years, and I will do whatever you want!"

This kind of seemingly rogue bet is very common within the demon clan.

If I can't beat you, I will treat you as your little brother. The demon clan has always had this tradition.

Including the Flying Eagle Demon General, who lost to the Dapeng King in a speed competition and became a horseman with sincerity.

All in all, the bet proposed by Zhu Yingjun can be described in one word: there is nothing wrong with it!

"Great kindness."

The Flying Eagle Demon General heard this and smiled, this was the result he wanted.

With that said, he made another gesture: "Brother Handsome, please!"

Unexpectedly, Brother Yingjun was not cooperative at all: "Wait a moment..."

A group of monsters under the ring were angry and wanted to rush up and beat the little kid to death.

No matter how good-tempered the Flying Eagle Demon General is, he can't hold it any longer: "Brother Yingjun, what other conditions do you have? Can you say it all at once?"

"Well, I won't be polite." Brother Yingjun didn't regard himself as an outsider at all, and continued: "I'm going to risk it anyway, why not bet bigger. I have a suggestion, if you beat me within ten moves , I will run errands for you for two hundred years. On the other hand, if I defeat you within ten moves, you can give me the bronze armor as well."

"no problem!"

The Flying Eagle Demon General never thought that he would lose, and the demons under the arena didn't think there was a possibility that he would win.

"Wait a little longer..." Zhu Yingjun was not afraid of causing public outrage and making everyone in the audience wonder how he survived to this day. He only heard him make another request: "Brother Feiying, let me add one more thing. If, I mean, if, if I defeat you within three moves, in addition to the Eagle Spirit Ring and Bronze Armor, you give me another mid-grade spiritual weapon. If I fail to do it, I will run errands for you for three hundred dollars. Nian, what do you think?"

"Bang Kuang, are you worthy of defeating the Flying Eagle Demon General within three moves?"

"How can a country bumpkin like you defeat one of the twenty-four great demon generals of the Ten Thousand Demons Alliance?"

"Flying Eagle Demon General, promise him, teach this country monster who doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth a lesson!"

The monsters under the ring were excited, their voices getting louder than the last.

The Flying Eagle Demon General hesitated slightly and took a serious look at Zhu Yingjun. To be able to become an effective general under King Dapeng, the Flying Eagle Demon General still has a good vision. In his opinion, the opponent should have the strength of a great demon. However, even the Demon King may not be able to defeat him within three moves.

At this time, the Flying Eagle Demon General had no way out and said bravely: "Okay, I promise you."

Zhu Yingjun laughed and waved his hand proactively: "Brother Feiying, please."

"Brother Handsome, please invite me first." The Flying Eagle Demon General was not polite this time, but cautious.

This demon general has a speed comparable to that of a falcon, and also has the eyes of the Eagle King. His specialty is that the enemy cannot move and I cannot move. As long as the enemy makes a move, he can immediately seize the opponent's flaw and defeat the opponent in an instant.

Zhu Yingjun said slowly: "If I take action first, you will have no chance."

Faced with such an arrogant provocation, the Flying Eagle Demon General remained calm and composed: "It doesn't matter, I'm just about to see Brother Handsome's clever methods."

Zhu Yingjun rubbed his hands: "Are you sure?"

The Flying Eagle Demon General completely entered the battle without being disturbed by the opponent, and said calmly: "With so many demon friends here watching, it's not a piece of cake. Brother Yingjun just does it."

"Okay, let's see!"

Zhu Yingjun shouted loudly and suddenly reached out to touch his crotch.

All the monsters onlookers fell down and looked at the little boy playing tricks on the ring with dumbfounded eyes. They all thought: Young man, what are you going to do? Are you taking out a world-destroying weapon from your crotch?

At this moment, there was a muffled sound of a fist hitting flesh and blood.

The flying eagle demon general who originally carried the entire audience flew backwards like a kite with its string broken.

He kept twisting in the air, trying to use the power of the flying eagle to stabilize his body, but he failed. A terrifying force suppressed him and made him unable to move.

In desperation, the flying eagle demon general, spitting blood, transformed back into his true form...a huge eagle.

As we all know, eagles are born to fly, but monsters that evolved from birds have a unique advantage: flight. This ability is even cooler than walking on waves.

However, the flying eagle demon general who transformed into his true form still failed to fly.

The giant eagle in mid-air fell down like a prey that was hit by a hunter's sharp arrow.