The Vajra Bear was an incomparably fierce and powerful monster.
The Vajra Bear bloodline was not the Vajra Bear, but the body contained the bloodline of the Vajra Bear. When the bloodline reached a certain level, one could shapeshift.
The higher the bloodline, the higher the degree of shapeshifting, and naturally, the more powerful one would be.
The big guy in front of him naturally did not have a very high bloodline.
But it was already not bad to be able to shapeshift. It should be known that shapeshifting was a standard. In the eyes of most people, this was the standard of a genius.
Also, it depended on the degree of shapeshifting.
For example, the Vajra Bear. According to legend, the Vajra Bear was as big as a hill, and its body was like Vajra. It was incomparably terrifying. Therefore, the shapeshifting of the Vajra Bear bloodline depended on the size and degree of the body's Vajra.
This big guy was more than ten meters tall, which could only be regarded as a low-level standard.
Although it was already a genius at this stage, it still could not make Qinchuan feel any pressure.
Roar!
It grew a bit bigger, and its body seemed to have a circle of faint golden luster.
"Brother Gangze's strength has increased again. Let them know the power of our Vajra Bear bloodline, let them know what Vajra is."
"Yes, let them fight, let them die."
"I like this feeling of strong resistance and terrifying strength. When others hit me, it is like an itch, but when I hit them, I will directly cripple them."
"Look, Brother Gangze is about to make a move."
…
With a loud roar, Gangze's huge body moved, as heavy as a hill. The huge hammer in his hand made a huge arc, smashing towards Qinchuan at lightning speed.
Even a small mountain would be razed to the ground by this aura.
Woo woo!
There was a hissing sound in the air.
Qinchuan looked at this seemingly incomparably violent hammer and shook his head slightly.
The huge hammer was getting closer and closer to Qinchuan.
Suddenly, Qinchuan raised his fist.
Forging God Hammer!
With a punch, he directly met the opponent's huge, incomparably violent hammer.
Qinchuan's move shocked many people.
Using flesh and blood to resist the shapeshifting Vajra Bear bloodline, and in such a situation.
Boom!
Everyone's eyes were wide open, afraid that they would miss a single detail.
A loud sound rang out. Qinchuan didn't move an inch, but Gangze staggered backwards, his hand holding the giant hammer covered in blood.
The web between his thumb and forefinger was torn.
Gang Ze's face was very pale. He didn't know if it was because of shock or fear.
Qinchuan's body was even stronger than that of a Treasure Beast of the same level, but in the eyes of the others, they were horrified.
The Vajra Bear Bloodline clansmen shut their mouths, and their necks turned red.
Shua!
Qinchuan's figure flickered as he spun and charged toward Gangze.
The Forging God Sword Hammer in his hand moved.
Boom!
With a single move, Gangze, who was over ten meters tall, was blasted away.
Blood spurted from his mouth. One move.
"This, this, it seems that strength has nothing to do with size." Someone sighed.
"This … is this still a human …"
"I'm blinded. It's too violent. This Qinchuan is too handsome."
…
Qinchuan looked at the leader and said, "Today is a good day. Don't waste the auspicious time. Come, let's fight to the death."
Elder Jin, the leader of the Vajra Bear Bloodline clansmen, jumped. Qinchuan's words made him tremble.
He couldn't see through Qinchuan's strength, which made him feel uneasy. Now, he wanted to fight to the death with him. He thought that the Moon Wolf Clan was a soft persimmon, but now he realized that he was wrong. He couldn't swallow it at all. He didn't have any confidence in fighting Qinchuan alone.
He was afraid.
He didn't want to die. It was said that the strong were afraid of the stupid, and the stupid were afraid of the stupid.
In Elder Jin's eyes, Qinchuan was the kind who didn't want to live.
Elder Jin was in a dilemma. He had brought over a hundred experts, but the result was unexpected.
When he came, he was very arrogant and strong, but now he couldn't stop it.
Qinchuan smiled and looked at him, "Afraid?"
"Who's afraid?" Elder Jin's face turned cold.
"Then come up!" Qinchuan smiled coldly.
"Why should I go up? Who said I wanted to fight you?" Elder Jin said.
This time, many people around laughed. This kind of stubbornness was shameless, but shameless people were also afraid of death.
"You don't want to fight?" Qinchuan looked at him with disdain.
"We still have things to do, so we'll leave first." Elder Jin turned around and left.
"Don't you think it's inappropriate to leave like this?" Qinchuan's voice was heard.
"What do you want?" Elder Jin wanted to leave carelessly.
"You come and go as you please. What do you think this place is?" Qinchuan slowly walked off the stage.
"Young man, don't go too far. Don't think we're afraid of you." Elder Jin's eyebrows furrowed even more. He had already lost face today, but he didn't expect the other to not let him go.
"You're making a false accusation? We're going too far. I'll cut to the chase. If you don't give me a satisfactory explanation for what happened today, I'll make all of you stay here. You can choose not to believe me, but I still hope that you'll consider it carefully," Qin Chuan said coldly.
Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air.
Qin Chuan's tone was a little too arrogant.
This was nearly a hundred experts of the Diamond Bear Bloodline. It was simply nonsense for him to want all of them to stay behind.
Elder Jin was enraged as well. He wanted to lead his men to kill Qin Chuan.
But he had seen the world, after all. He gritted his teeth and looked at Qinchuan, "What explanation do you want?"
"I don't want to kill anyone today. You can just cut off two fingers," Qinchuan said calmly.
"Young man, don't go too far." Elder Jin's face was ugly.
"You can refuse. Two fingers or die. It's your choice." Qinchuan stared at Elder Jin.
The crowd was silent.
The Diamond Bear Clan had always had the upper hand against the Moon Wolf Clan. Elder Jin was scared by Qinchuan.
Elder Jin didn't know how strong Qinchuan was, but he didn't dare gamble.
If he lost, he would die.
But if he lost two fingers, he wouldn't be willing. His reputation would be ruined. But what should he do now? Fight? He might lose his life.
If he didn't fight, not only would he lose his fingers, but he would also lose face. He would be a sinner when he returned to the clan.
But he was afraid of losing.
Under Qin Chuan's astonished gaze, Elder Jin took out a dagger and cut off two of his pinky fingers.
"Can we go now?" Elder Jin said coldly.
Qinchuan nodded.
Qinchuan thought Elder Jin would fight him to the death, but he didn't expect it to be like this. Was Elder Jin afraid of death, or was he extremely patient?
He didn't know, but if he knew his actions today had created an eight-fingered zither demon, what would he think?