The evil dragon's heart pounded wildly, as if an invisible giant hand was gripping his throat, making it difficult even to breathe.
His pupils contracted sharply, and cold sweat streamed down his face like raindrops.
His face turned pale, and an undisguised fear flashed in his eyes.
This sense of oppression—he would never forget it.
Jin An's aura descended upon Dragon Palace City like a towering mountain, heavily pressing down on the evil dragon's shoulders, making his whole body stiff and almost unable to move.
Years ago, he had watched Jin An's battle from afar, and that distant yet deadly sense of deterrence had kept him awake for days and nights.
And now, this sense of oppression was more real than ever, like the hand of death already on his shoulder.
The evil dragon's breathing became rapid, and he could almost feel his legs beginning to weaken and tremble uncontrollably.
This pirate, who once dominated Fish-Man Street and was ruthless, now resembled a helpless trapped beast, with even the courage to escape gone.
He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from the force, but that still couldn't suppress the fear in his heart.
"How is this possible..." the evil dragon muttered to himself, his voice trembling slightly.
His originally arrogant and domineering expression collapsed in an instant, replaced by a mixture of horror and despair.
Even if he was unwilling to admit it, the depths of his heart had been completely conquered.
"Jin... An..." the evil dragon's parched lips uttered the name with difficulty, his voice so low it was almost inaudible.
The oppressive feeling grew closer and closer, as if the entire air was being compressed, becoming unbearably heavy.
The evil dragon's back was soaked with cold sweat, and beads of sweat slid down his neck into his collar, making him feel like he was standing in the eye of a storm, the world before him blurring.
Finally, he could no longer bear that immense sense of fear, his legs weakened, and he almost knelt directly on the ground. He forcibly endured this sense of shame, trying to stand firm, but the trembling of his body had already betrayed him.
Just then, a series of extremely light footsteps sounded in the air, unhurried but with unparalleled deterrence.
Each step seemed to be stepping on the evil dragon's heart, causing his heart to race, as if he would be crushed into powder by this force in the next second.
Jin An's figure gradually emerged from the light and shadows in front of him, his figure slender, his steps steady as Mount Tai.
He had his hands behind his back, his eyes with a trace of indifferent coldness.
That kind of aura, as if everything was under control, the air in the entire Dragon Palace City seemed to freeze suddenly because of his arrival.
The evil dragon finally understood completely at this moment that he was powerless to resist.
Even feeling Jin An's aura from afar was already so frightening, now facing this power directly, the last trace of resistance in his heart completely collapsed.
He swallowed, his voice hoarse and trembling: "Jin... An, I..."
Before he could finish speaking, his throat felt as if it was blocked by something, and he could no longer make a sound.
The evil dragon then realized that he couldn't even utter words of begging for mercy.
Jin An's gaze was like a cold blade, sweeping over the evil dragon in an instant, as if he didn't even see him.
"Evil Dragon, you're quite bold," Jin An said indifferently, his voice calm as water, but with an irresistible pressure.
In that instant, the evil dragon only felt his back completely soaked by cold sweat, his legs completely weakened, and he knelt on the ground.
He originally thought that dominating Fish-Man Street meant he was strong, but at this moment, facing Jin An, he finally understood—he was simply not worth mentioning.
"Spare... me..."
The corners of Jin An's mouth turned up slightly, revealing a cold smile, a smile filled with a strong sense of oppression and a hint of mockery.
He leaned over slightly, his gaze sharp as a knife, directly locking onto the evil dragon kneeling on the ground.
"You should know the consequences of causing trouble on Fish-Man Island," Jin An's voice was low, calm, but like thunder rolling past the ears.
The moment these words fell, the air seemed to freeze instantly, and the pressure emanating from Jin An was no longer just an invisible force existing in the atmosphere, but seemed to materialize and press down heavily on the evil dragon.
The evil dragon's pupils contracted again, his breathing becoming extremely difficult in an instant, as if some invisible heavy object was ruthlessly crushing his chest.
"Crack..."
A soft cracking sound rang out.
Around the evil dragon's knees on the ground, cracks began to appear on the hard ground, and wisps of dust floated up from the cracks, the floor tiles making harsh cracking sounds, gradually extending into larger cracks.
The evil dragon's body seemed to be bearing a weight of a thousand pounds, his hands trembling as he supported himself on the ground, wanting to support his body, but he found that he could not resist that force at all.
Jin An's aura was like an insurmountable mountain, instantly pressing the evil dragon almost breathless.
His back was as stiff as a block of iron, unable to move, his muscles stiffened in fear, and even the sweat seemed to freeze on his skin.
The evil dragon's breathing was rapid and chaotic, and cold sweat kept flowing down his temples, dripping onto the already cracked ground.
"Jin... An..."
The evil dragon's voice was hoarse, with a heavy tremor.
He tried hard to open his mouth to defend himself, but every word was squeezed out from the depths of his throat, difficult and desperate.
Jin An sighed softly, as if he was already accustomed to the evil dragon's reaction.
He raised one foot and stepped lightly on the ground at will.
That small movement, however, was like a fuse, instantly shattering the entire ground even more, the cracks spreading rapidly like a spider web.
The evil dragon's face was even paler, and the bones in his body were making faint creaking sounds in the midst of intense pain, as if they might collapse at any time.
"Causing trouble on Fish-Man Island... you really have the guts," Jin An lowered his head slightly, a cold light flashing in his eyes, like the pronouncement of death.
The evil dragon trembled all over, his legs could no longer withstand that extreme pressure, and he collapsed completely on the broken ground.
His face was pressed tightly against the cold stone bricks, his eyes full of fear and despair, his body like an ant whose throat had been pinched, with no power to resist.
"I was wrong... I was really wrong... Spare me... Please... spare my life..." The evil dragon finally collapsed completely, his once proud personality completely disappeared, replaced by endless fear and the instinct to survive.
Jin An did not rush to respond, he stood quietly in front of the evil dragon, overlooking this once invincible fish-man pirate.
His smile still hung on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were so cold that there was no warmth at all.
He spoke lightly, his tone calm, as if asking about something commonplace: "Don't you have fierce drugs? I'll give you a chance, eat as much as you can. I'll give you a chance to challenge me."
As soon as the words fell, the scene fell into a strange silence, and everyone couldn't believe their ears.
The evil dragon was also stunned, his pupils shrank sharply, his lips trembling, wanting to say something, but unable to make any sound.
Jin An's calmness, that coldness like a god who controls life and death, made him at a loss for a while.
However, after a brief shock, a trace of extreme confidence suddenly appeared on the evil dragon's face.
His confidence seemed to be a poisonous vine forcibly growing out of the abyss of despair, with madness and a gambler's desperate bet.
He slowly raised his head, staring at Jin An with burning eyes, the corners of his mouth actually raising a smile that was almost crazy.
"Fierce drug..."
He muttered to himself, looking down at the medicine bottle he carried with him, his hands clenched tightly, the cold bottle seeming to be his last life-saving straw.
As long as he took these drugs, even Jin An, he would have nothing to fear! These fierce drugs once gave him infinite power, and today, it will once again become his tool to reverse his fate!
