Zhong Feng Rebukes the Dragon Race

By now, even the dim-witted Daniel had realized something was wrong—he had never seen any of the attack methods, or skills, Zhong Feng used!

Although the black dragons of the Skrull Dragon race were also skilled at close-quarters physical combat, they possessed nothing close to Zhong Feng's overwhelming pressure.

If the attacks of their black dragons were like hammers, then Zhong Feng's were more like sharp blades!

The relentless attacks bore down on Daniel's Psionic Energy shield. He could feel the shield trembling violently, nearly on the verge of shattering.

If he had not received a 30% boost to all attributes, the shield would have been broken long ago!

"Who are you? You aren't from this planet! Who exactly are you?" Daniel shouted.

He had essentially voiced the thoughts of every dragon present.

Who exactly was this dragon? Where had he come from?

The spectator stands fell silent as the dragons stared at Zhong Feng's draconic silhouette in shock.

Zhong Feng, however, looked exceptionally sharp and imposing.

Hearing this, he replied, "That's right. I am not a native dragon of Skrull Star. I come from Holy Dragon Star and came here to train."

Even as Zhong Feng spoke, his hands did not slow.

Taking advantage of the final dozen or so seconds of his burst skill's duration, he decisively unleashed every high-damage skill available in his black dragon form.

Crack!

Daniel's Psionic Energy shield could no longer withstand the pressure and shattered. Zhong Feng's black, gleaming claws raked three deep bloody gashes across him.

That was only because Zhong Feng had held back. If Zhong Feng had attacked without restraint, Daniel would have been Grievously Wounded!

Bang!

The enormous body of the white dragon Daniel plummeted from the sky and slammed brutally into the Chessboard Arena's floor.

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