The dragon claw tore through the air, its earth-shattering power sending chills down everyone's spines.
That crimson dragon claw was no longer the result of ordinary divine powers; it was the source of Long Chen's strongest dragon blood power.
The dragon claw was different from its previous illusory form. Its sharp claws split the sky, dragon scales densely packed, and the pressure of the bloodline poured forth—it was a true dragon claw.
At Long Chen's claw tips, blood-red runes swirled, and the sharp aura was terrifying. Upon seeing this move, countless people cried out in shock.
Now they finally understood why Mo Yang's strike missed just now and immediately switched to absolute defense.
The sound of those claws slicing through the air made countless powerful warriors' hair stand on end; the threat of death made their bones ache.
It should be noted that this strike was aimed at Mo Yang. At such a distance, it activated their sense of life and death, showing just how terrifying this strike was.
"Boom!"
As soon as the
dragon claw appeared, it stabbed fiercely into Mo Yang's shield. With a loud explosion, the claw struck down, endless dragon patterns swirling everywhere. The shield, said to have astonishing defense and could withstand the Dragon Emperor's divine weapon, was actually pierced by the dragon claw.
"Rumble...
The
dragon claw pushed forward, while Mo Yang kept retreating under his shield. The sharp claw was only a few feet from his brow—extremely dangerous.
With every step Mo Yang retreated, the entire arena trembled, and on the solid platform, footprints about an inch deep were left behind.
When they saw the footprints on the arena, Mo Ying and countless other dragon clan experts couldn't help but gasp in shock.
This arena was incredibly sturdy, yet Mo Yang could leave footprints on it, showing just how terrifying the pressure he endured.
"Bang bang bang...
Mo Yang staggered backward, then suddenly shouted angrily and thrust forward.
With a loud explosion, the shield shattered, and Long Chen's dragon claw shattered. Endless blood-red runes and black blood swirled, forming a strange vortex.
The vortex formed, and countless dragon clan experts cried out in shock. Their bodies were involuntarily pulled by the vortex, drifting toward the battlefield.
Seeing this, Mo Ying and the others quickly used their divine powers to pull them back. If they were sucked into the vortex and unleashed their full power, they might lose their lives.
That terrifying power was so great that even these once-brilliant peerless prodigies faced the danger of death.
People were shocked. This was a mad duel between peerless prodigies—no probing, just the fiercest final strike, giving it their all without holding back. The outcome could be decided in the blink of an eye.
Even though they were peerless prodigies, equally unmatched in a lifetime, in front of the two of them, their hearts still raced and their scalps tingled.
"Boom!"
The
two had just separated and lunged at each other again. Their fists clashed, dragon roars shaking the heavens, waves of energy overlapping. This time, it was no longer a contest of divine powers, but a clash of pure physical strength.
"Boom boom boom...
With a single punch, Long Chen and Mo Yang both groaned and staggered back seven steps. With each step, the arena beneath them rang out with a loud bang.
"Oh my god, how can this human body be so terrifying?"
The previous divine power duel had come too quickly and so strangely that many people couldn't see what was happening. Although it was shocking, the sense of shock was far less direct than this punch.
The Dragon Clan has always been known for its physical strength, suppressing all races. Except for a few mysterious species from the Chaos Era, no other race has ever matched the Dragon Clan.
The human race's physical strength is notoriously weak. To increase their strength, they rely entirely on external forces—such as metal, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, thunder, light, darkness, and other energies—to ensure their bodies are not destroyed.
However, the power of Long Chen's punch was entirely a physical struggle against Mo Yang. Long Chen was using the purest dragon blood power, with no other energy, yet he could stand toe-to-toe with a terrifying expert like Mo Yang. For all dragon clan experts, the visual impact was extremely shocking.
"How is this possible? Could it be ...?"
someone exclaimed, but the second half of his sentence never came out, because he neither wanted to say it nor dared to say it.
But all the powerful figures present knew what he wanted to say, because they had thought of what he wanted to say.
Could it be that Long Chen has completely transformed into a dragon? But how is that possible? But if he hadn't transformed into a dragon, how could he have wielded such terrifying dragon power?
But they could not accept the fact that Long Chen had transformed into a dragon, and their pride would not allow a low-level species to become one of them.
"Boom boom boom...
Yet just as they were torn between shock and speculation, Long Chen and Mo Yang had already clashed, fists and kicks clashing, fierce winds howling and shaking the sky.
Every clash between the two was stronger than the last, and every direct clash kept their dragonblood power burning endlessly.
"So strong."
The dragon clan prodigies
present stared wide-eyed at this fierce battle of dragons and tigers, not wanting to miss a single detail. Yet, seeing the two of them's moves, they all felt a chill in their hearts.
Long Chen and Mo Yang refined every punch and kick, every move to the utmost, with no unnecessary movements, moving forward and retreating without a trace, leaving no trace.
Though the moves seemed ordinary, they contained endless variations. Each change could advance or retreat, attack or defend—attacking like wild thunder roaring the heavens, defending like the earth sealing the Dao.
Their figures grew faster and faster, gradually becoming blurred. Even the prodigies of the Dragon Clan could no longer catch them.
What shocked them most was that with every clash, their power rose to a new level. The more they fought, the faster and stronger they became, like a snowball rolling. The entire arena trembled wildly in their fierce battle.
"They are actually using the opponent's power and are still continuously gathering strength." Someone exclaimed in surprise; they had figured out the lead.
After more than ten exchanges, someone finally figured out the clues. Their powers collided, finding weaknesses while also using the other's strength to stimulate their own dragon blood power, causing it to burn endlessly.
"Both of them are too powerful, both using each other's strength to frantically tap into their own potential, squeezing their dragonblood power to the point where there is nowhere left to retreat, thus achieving their strongest burst." An ancient prodigy of the Dragon Clan spoke with a serious expression.
This kind of thing happened frequently in ancient times, but in modern times, the power of people's dragon blood has gradually faded, and such cases are rare.
The explanation of the ancient dragon clan prodigies made the modern prodigies feel a bit uncomfortable, especially those prodigies who had been knocked down by Long Chen in a single move—they simply couldn't accept it.
Long Chen was a human with this ability, but they were true dragons, prodigies among dragons, yet they didn't. Their hearts were filled with pain.
"Buzz!"
Suddenly, Long Chen and Mo Yang, caught in the midst of fierce battle, separated at the same time. The moment they separated, a suffocating pressure swept across the entire arena.