Same Techniques
Anger and fear surged within Wang Kun. “No matter how clever your tongue is, on this sea of blood, you’ll never escape me!”
The blood sea, encircling the black dragon world, began to heave, forming colossal waves akin to ancient beasts. They ceaselessly battered the black screen, striving to shatter the emperor’s domain in an instant. Thousands of vengeful souls wailed, their anger palpable, desiring to consume Qin Huai through the oppressive darkness.
Blood began to seep slowly from the black curtain, reminiscent of dew in a cave, resonating an ominous rhythm of conquest in the silence. The blood that filled the sky converged abruptly at a singular point, coalescing into a blood-hued storm. It then morphed into a roc and bore down on Qin Huai.
With a determined step forward, Qin Huai roared the tiger and dragon roar. The roc’s body began to ripple, and to Qin Huai, it seemed as though a ferocious tiger had leaped from the skies to meet him.
Bang!
The roc and tiger clashed, the resulting scarlet light condensed into a sword-like form in mid-air. Alongside it was Wang Kun, his Kun Peng wings unfurled.
“Rattan armor! Giant pattern! Blood surge technique! Three beasts power imbuing secrets…” Wang Kun chanted the names of various martial techniques, his body undergoing simultaneous transformations.
Bloody patterns spread across his skin, his form enlarging while demonic fur sprouted. The most notable thing was the surging blood essence within him. Compared to his previous haphazard power growth, it was clear Wang Kun had mastered the cultivation of these techniques. He chose the techniques that synergized best, maximizing their effectiveness.
Bang!
Qin Huai met the power head-on. The resulting collision caused the energy to ripple outwards, even causing the blood sea and Qin Huai’s black dragon world to fluctuate.
“Ding! You have collected a [Secret Skill Essence]. You have obtained the secret skill [Giant Pattern]!”
“Ding! You have collected a [Blood Surge Essence (Orange)]…”
“Ding! You have collected a [Three Beasts Power Boosting Technique Essence (Red)]…”
“Ding! You have collected…”
A deluge of memories flooded Qin Huai’s mind, eliciting a fleeting wince of pain on his face. At the same time, Qin Huai’s left hand, clutching the black dragon pearl, began to amass an incredible power once again.
Wang Kun’s gaze fixated on Qin Huai’s left hand. Could holding this potent pearl mean that Qin Huai could only fight with one hand? This thought had barely crossed Wang Kun’s mind when his fist was already rocketing toward Qin Huai.
“Poison soul curse fist!” Hundreds of faces emerged on his fist, mouths agape, homing in on Qin Huai’s left side.
Qin Huai’s expression remained calm as he casually tossed the black dragon pearl upwards. The orb instantly floated beside him. Ten stars emerged on his fist, which shot forward, seemingly ignoring the hundreds of menacing faces.
“Black dragon world, Suppress!”
The once clamoring vengeful souls were now frozen in place, their energy draining rapidly. Treading on the incapacitated vengeful souls, Qin Huai charged straight toward Wang Kun.
“Forbidden technique, ten-dragon tremor!”
A terrifying explosion reverberated through Wang Kun’s body. In the face of imminent danger, he managed to form a shield, yet it was no match for Qin Huai’s relentless assault. Half of his body exploded, revealing a macabre mixture of red and white matter from his brain.
Simultaneously, hundreds of vengeful souls clawed through Qin Huai’s back and wings. Still, his dragon bones shielded his body, causing most of the lethal force to impact his surface. His wings flapped, cutting through the vengeful souls that had breached his defense.
“Bastard…” Wang Kun recoiled, widening the gap between them. His gaze fell upon the black dragon pearl floating near Qin Huai’s shoulder, and his voice wavered. “Do you even need to consider such things?”
His past encounters with Qin Huai always showed the pearl held in his hands. He had assumed this was a limitation. However, had this beast delved so deeply into the art of attack and destruction?
“In a life or death battle, it’s natural to strategize for survival, isn’t it?” Qin Huai responded indifferently, as if it were a matter of course. “Too bad my move didn’t take your life the first time. It appears the real core in your body can move swiftly. I must completely destroy your body to locate it.”
A strained smile tugged at Wang Kun’s lips. “So what if you know? Time is on my side. In terms of strength, we are equals. Also, I saw the pain on your face earlier. That means this is your limit.”
Despite his words, Wang Kun’s tone betrayed a hint of uncertainty. If it were about the black dragon pearl, he would trust his own observations and memories. Yet, looking at the pearl hovering near Qin Huai’s shoulder, he had no confidence at all. He couldn’t discern whether this was another vulnerability that Qin Huai had intentionally revealed.
“Rattan armor! Giant pattern! Blood surge technique…” The familiar names echoed once again. However, it was not Wang Kun who spoke them.
Startled, Wang Kun looked up at Qin Huai, who was mimicking him. “Qin Huai, are you mocking me…” he roared. But his expression changed as Qin Huai’s body began to grow larger, vines intertwining to form armor around him.
Boom!
In the blink of an eye, Qin Huai was already looming before him.