The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse

BOOM.

Uncle Xian’s axe landed on the ground, creating a powerful shockwave.

He was aiming for the Crocodile King’s arm, but he missed—or rather, the Crocodile King was able to dodge much quicker, causing his powerful attack to miss.

But that was Uncle Xian’s mistake; the moment the attack missed, he was countered, and it came from the Crocodile King’s long, metallic, scale-coated tail.

The attack was powerful; however, it didn’t reach Uncle Xian at that moment. It came close to him, but a shield fell from the sky, blocking the attack.

“Keep moving, Xian.” Uncle Mark, who had been sent flying, came back just in time to block a powerful attack aimed at injuring Uncle Xian.

“Good job, Mark.”

With that, the drunken axe user moved, his body swaying like a drunkard as he closed in on the Crocodile King again. His battle style is unique to him, and that makes all the difference.

Uncle Ziggy was in the air, unloading bullets on the Crocodile King. So far, he was the only one dealing some damage since Uncle Jojo wasn’t getting an opening to land a blow.

Uncle James was also not having a field day with his boomerang as he had wanted. All his attacks were being blocked, and that alone told him what had to be done.

“Execute Plan Alpha,” his voice boomed, reaching everyone.

They listened, and so they moved.

The plan they had created and perfected in hundreds of combat scenarios was now activated and ready to handle the Crocodile King.

Uncle Mark threw his shield into the air and formed a hand seal.

“Layers of Shields.”

The shield in the air glowed white, then multiplied in number, adding more layers to itself, making it thicker and much stronger than before.

They began to move, forming a circle.

The moment the shield began forming, Uncle Ziggy also activated a skill, “Barrage of the Heavens.” One of his revolvers vanished from his hand and appeared in the air.

Then it expanded and turned into a colossal giant gun crackling with energy.

Uncle Jojo moved in and, using a powerful attack, landed a blow on the Crocodile King’s tail and jumped into the air.

“Black Eye Punch.” His fist came in hard, aiming to black eye the Crocodile King. However, his attack didn’t reach the Crocodile King, for it had long since taken measures against it.

Its third eye opened when Uncle Jojo was close, and at that point, it would be a miracle to defend or dodge. The eye opened, and a beam shot, piercing a hole in Uncle Jojo’s head.

Blood flew into the air, causing the Crocodile King to turn to Uncle Xian, who was charging at it from the side, fury in his eyes.

Looking at the fury in Uncle Xian’s eye, the Crocodile King smiled, looking more accomplished now that it had killed one of its targets.

However, just when it thought the axe user was charging at it, expecting a counterattack, Uncle Xian halted and jumped back—only for the Crocodile King to feel a powerful punch land on the side of his face, causing him to black out for a moment.

Uncle Jojo was still alive, meaning the body the Crocodile King killed was merely a clone, a convincing one at that.

However, it was executed well, causing the Crocodile King to black out for a second, and that moment of lost sight was all the uncles needed to execute Plan Alpha.

“Shield Deadlock,” Uncle Mark said as he gestured downward, sending all his shields that formed into a complex circle to fall on the Crocodile King.

It was enclosed in the shield circle by the time his vision cleared. It all happened in less than a second, but it was trapped before the lingering effect of Uncle Jojo’s attack washed away.

BOOM.

The Crocodile King landed a punch on the barrier, aiming to shatter it. However, regardless of how powerful the punch was, none of the shields shattered.

Instead, something even more bizarre happened.

When the Crocodile King punched the shield, the shield he struck shifted and slowly dispersed the energy from the punch throughout the complex array of shields.

None were shattered, nor did they come out of alignment. It was as if they had been preprogrammed to move and rearrange themselves in certain ways.

“I love Plan Alpha,” Uncle Mark smiled, watching the array of shields move and shift as the Crocodile King punched at them.

Uncle James hovered in the air, a colossal flaming boomerang suspended before him.

“Let’s end this farce before it gets mad.”

He swung forward, and the giant boomerang sliced through the air. As it neared the outer layer of the Shield Deadlock, the shields began to shift, creating a path for his attack to move through.

The Crocodile King, who had seen this, tried to run through the path and escape its miniature prison. However, before it could move, another powerful presence appeared behind him.

Uncle Ziggy fired the revolver in the air, sending a powerful lightning bullet toward the Crocodile King. It halted, planning to block, but then another path opened in a different direction, and a giant axe swung at it.

With nowhere to run, the Crocodile King was cornered, and at that moment, its body started to expand, its height extending past five meters.

“Jojo, do it.” Uncle Ziggy, knowing their attacks wouldn’t do much now that the Crocodile King had started growing bigger, commanded.

Uncle Jojo, the contingency of Plan Alpha, jumped into the air and coated his gauntlet with a potent unknown energy.

“Demon Skull Shattering Fist.”

RUMBLED.

Lightning surged and thunder echoed through the clouds as they parted, revealing a metallic fist larger than a bus slowly appearing from within the dense mist, immediately locking onto the Crocodile King.

“You think your weak attacks can hurt me?” the Crocodile King shouted as his third eye surged with powerful energy and shot a beam at the fist, aiming to pierce and shatter it.

However, to the Crocodile King’s shock, when the beam landed on the fist, it was deflected by a field around it. It was like its attack landed on a soft surface but couldn’t pierce it.

BOOM.

Before it could wonder what happened, the attacks from Uncle Ziggy, James, and Xian landed on its now eight-meter-tall body.

As expected, no noticeable harm appeared on its body. However, the same could not be said for the giant metallic fist.

It came down hard and heavy. The Crocodile King punched forward, but its fist wasn’t strong enough to handle the weight.

BOOM.

The attack struck his body, sending him flying backward. But the fist didn’t vanish; instead, it landed on the ground, creating a powerful shockwave.

A large crater was created where it landed.

The Crocodile King, sent crashing through a mountain, was reduced to his original three-meter-tall height, his body now marked with cuts, blue blood flowing through them.

“Humans, you dare attack me?” The air grew cold again as the words left its mouth.

Suddenly, a vortex of ice appeared in the air and began freezing everything around it. The Crocodile King was getting serious.

However, watching the vortex, Uncle Mark smirked and formed a seal.

Within seconds, the shields rearranged themselves around the vortex, and like it came, it vanished the next moment.

“You can choose to surrender and come for a better life with our young master,” Uncle Ziggy said with a grin. Plan Alpha was a success. They had managed to expend the Crocodile King’s strength and stamina.

Now, they just needed to knock him out. That was the hard part of the mission.