Coiling Dragon Three Forms

"King of Wyrm Species—Tyrant Dragon?" Wang Nan asked in confusion. "Weren't Soul Beasts like this already extinct in ancient times?"

"That isn't actually the case." The girl named Yan Huo stepped forward. "Many Soul Beasts didn't go extinct at all. They simply fled to places that Soul Masters found difficult to reach."

"Most of them hid overseas, while some lived in places beyond human reach, such as the depths of the Star Dou Great Forest."

"If it weren't for this Tyrant Dragon..." Yan Huo lowered her head, her gaze darting away slightly. "If we hadn't been lucky enough, we probably wouldn't have encountered it either."

Wang Nan nodded. Yan Huo knew information that not even Shrek had recorded, and she had just mentioned elders from her family watching over them in secret. She was probably from some great clan.

With that thought, he relaxed some of his guard. For one, descendants of such clans probably had no interest in his meager possessions. For another, the greater the clan, the less they would dare offend Shrek. If anything went wrong, he could always invoke the academy's name.

While studying at the academy, they had only briefly mentioned such extinct Soul Beasts. According to the books, a Ten Thousand Years Tyrant Dragon could grow over sixty meters tall.

Wang Nan carefully examined the Tyrant Dragon before him. It stood less than forty meters tall, so it should not have reached Ten Thousand Years yet.

"Miss Yan Huo, are you here to obtain your fourth Soul Ring as well? Do you know whether this Soul Beast is suitable for you?" Wang Xing asked.

Wang Xing had never seen this Soul Beast before and had no way to judge its age. However, from Yan Huo's earlier words, he could tell that she knew quite a bit about Soul Beasts, so he tested the waters.

Yan Huo shook her head. "This Soul Beast has a cultivation of seven thousand two hundred years. That exceeds what I can endure."

Wang Xing noticed that Yan Huo had referred to its cultivation rather than its age, but he did not dwell on it. Generally speaking, a Soul Beast's age and cultivation did not differ by much.

"Then, could I ask you to wait a moment? I want to give it a try," Wang Nan said. Yan Huo's assessment was not far from his own estimate.

"Since we agreed to travel together, of course I'll wait for you."

"Dad, let me try this one on my own." Seeing Wang Xing summon his Martial Soul, Wang Nan stopped him. "This is the Mixed Zone, after all. There may be other Soul Beasts nearby."

Wang Xing glanced around, then discreetly looked at Yan Huo beside them before nodding. "Fine. Focus on dealing with this Tyrant Dragon. I'll stop anything else that comes our way."

With the arrangements made, Wang Nan said no more. Coiling Dragon Staff in hand, he walked step by step toward the Tyrant Dragon.

Soul Beasts that lived in the forest were naturally alert. Moreover, Wang Nan was releasing his Soul Power without any concealment. The Tyrant Dragon quickly noticed the human approaching it.

It let out an enraged roar. The dragon's cry shook the surrounding trees until their leaves rustled violently. Its legs strode forward, its feet striking the ground and causing intense tremors.

The Tyrant Dragon suddenly attacked, viciously opening its huge jaws as teeth sharp as swords stabbed toward Wang Nan.

Wang Nan fixed his eyes on the Tyrant Dragon's head. The Soul Tool Thrusters on his back and legs activated at the same time, swiftly carrying him to the side. After nimbly arcing through the air, he arrived behind the Tyrant Dragon's head.

His first and second Soul Skills lit up simultaneously, while Spiritual Power surged madly into the Coiling Dragon Staff. He struck without holding anything back.

This strike looked similar to his previous Tail Sweep, yet it was different. He was no longer imitating a Soul Beast's movements. Instead, after fully comprehending the essence of that form, he had created a technique that belonged to Wang Nan himself.

This was also a gain from his earlier Deep Meditation. Python Thrust, Tail Sweep, and Rock Fury—previously, Wang Nan had needed to imitate Soul Beast movements to unleash these three additional skills. But now, he could use his own techniques to release additional skills with even greater power.

The original Tail Sweep had been derived from the Scaled Demonic Crocodile's tail attack, using the strength of the entire body to drive the tail in a horizontal strike. But now, Wang Nan merely gripped the staff with both hands, his right palm facing down and his left palm facing up. With one pull and one push, Soul Power and Spiritual Power intertwined, and a pitch-black staff shadow appeared along the outer edge of the Coiling Dragon Staff before crashing onto the Tyrant Dragon.

Before the first strike had ended, another followed. After the Coiling Dragon Staff swept past the Tyrant Dragon's hindbrain, Wang Nan used the momentum to hold it vertically and thrust downward with both hands. This strike contained the essence of Python Thrust.

The Tyrant Dragon possessed a trace of Golden Dragon King bloodline, giving it an exceptionally powerful body. Yet under this strike, several cracks still appeared in its scales.

It was clear from names like Python Thrust and Tail Sweep that Wang Nan had never possessed much talent for naming things. Thus, for the new additional skills he gained after Deep Meditation, he only gave them simple, easy-to-remember names.

Coiling Dragon Three Forms. The first form was Point Staff, evolved from Python Thrust. The second was Sweep Staff, derived from Tail Sweep. Rock Fury, which he had learned from the Rock Ridge Wyrm, became the third form: Collapse Staff.

By integrating "intent" into basic staff forms, Wang Nan could fuse his Spiritual Power into every movement during battle, fully utilizing his exceptional Spiritual Power.

Thus, if they fought using Soul Power alone, even ordinary Soul Ancestors might not be able to harm this Tyrant Dragon. But once Spiritual Power was mixed in, the Tyrant Dragon found it much harder to withstand Wang Nan's attacks.

After taking two blows from Wang Nan, the Tyrant Dragon roared and staggered several steps forward. Wang Nan seized the opportunity to pursue, raising his staff and attacking its neck again.

The Tyrant Dragon howled in pain and swung its tail behind it, the attack descending toward Wang Nan with a fierce gust of wind.

From the beginning of the battle, Wang Nan had kept his attention on the Tyrant Dragon's head and tail. Seeing the blow approach, the multiple nozzles of his Soul Tool Thrusters activated at once, carrying him nimbly out of its path.

The Tyrant Dragon's tail came down, only to make it stumble instead. Anyone who had swatted a mosquito knew that the pain one inflicted on oneself was far greater than a mosquito bite. That tail strike had hurt the Tyrant Dragon far more than Wang Nan's previous two staff blows.

But that strike also made the Tyrant Dragon even angrier.

The Tyrant Dragon opened its mouth. A deep sound rumbled in its throat, causing even the surrounding air to tremble continuously.

Trees could not withstand the pressure and shattered one after another, splinters exploding across the ground.

Wang Nan felt it most clearly. The Tyrant Dragon's gaze seemed almost tangible, making his breathing quicken. Even the Soul Power within his body seemed to be faintly suppressed.

"That is Dragon's Might. The reason the Tyrant Dragon possesses combat strength beyond its age is that, like a true dragon, it can use Dragon's Might. Under its influence, its opponents cannot possibly exert their full strength."

Yan Huo, who was watching from the side, was unaffected as she explained, "The Tyrant Dragon already possesses a trace of Golden Dragon King bloodline, and it was also affected by... That gave its Dragon's Might a hint of a true dragon's essence."

"I'm going to help him." Seeing this, Wang Xing could no longer afford to hesitate.

"It's useless. He can only face this pressure himself. If he can't withstand it, then even if we kill it, he still won't be able to absorb its Soul Ring."