Wright's Berserk, Dragon's Roar!

Wright's Berserk, Dragon's Roar!

Chen Yun watched Wright's charging figure with an indifferent gaze. To others, his speed seemed blindingly fast, but in Chen Yun's eyes, every movement was crystal clear. After all, he had not endured more than a month of torment for nothing.

Meanwhile, seeing Chen Yun standing there without moving, Wright was filled with smugness. A piece of trash is a piece of trash after all. I couldn't beat him before, but things are different now. I've cultivated battle aura and reached the Battle Adept Rank, while Chen Yun is a piece of trash who can't cultivate battle aura.

As far as he was concerned, this battle held no suspense at all. He could practically already see Chen Yun being smashed to pieces beneath his hammer. At the thought, a savage expression crept across Wright's face.

It had to be said that Wright was not only arrogant and conceited, but possessed such a vicious mind at such a young age that it was truly hard to imagine what he would become when he grew up!

With a tremendous boom, the two finally collided. Some of the villagers below the platform had already shut their eyes, because they likewise did not favor Chen Yun's chances. Yet there were still some who watched with their eyes wide open. They had all achieved something in cultivation and could naturally see certain things.

Wright suddenly felt an immense force spread through his battle hammer. His heart filled with terror, and his face was covered in disbelief. How could Chen Yun possess such strength? Seeing that the collision was unavoidable, Wright let out a roar, and a surging wave of battle aura burst forth. The two immediately flew apart.

Wright's hand, gripping the battle hammer, continued to tremble uncontrollably, while Chen Yun stood there holding his own hammer with an indifferent expression, as though nothing had happened.

The outcome of the first clash was clear at a glance. The untrained villagers below the platform erupted in an uproar, while everyone else—including Peter and several sages—wore expressions that said it was exactly as they had expected. Old Ent's face was even brimming with smugness.

Wright's shock at this moment was beyond words. How was this possible? How could this be? Wright muttered in a low voice.

"Impossible!" Wright suddenly let out a furious roar, raised his hammer, and charged at Chen Yun.

Seeing this, Chen Yun could only helplessly raise the battle hammer in his hand to meet him. "Boom, boom, boom..." A series of collisions rang out at once. Yet Wright was even more horrified. Every one of his attacks was effortlessly neutralized by Chen Yun. Chen Yun did not appear to be using his full strength; instead, he looked like a cat toying with a mouse.

At this thought, a sense of humiliation surged through Wright. As someone who considered himself a cultivation prodigy, he found it impossible to accept.

Wright truly was a cultivation prodigy. When his talent had been tested, he had actually possessed Grade Nine talent—Grade Nine! That was an absolutely terrifying level of talent. In other words, if he cultivated diligently and persevered to the end, reaching Saint Rank would not be difficult. And with a fortuitous opportunity, entering the Venerable Rank was not impossible either.

At this thought, a vicious rage suddenly surged within Wright. His originally brown eyes instantly turned blood-red, the muscles throughout his body rapidly swelled, and the veins on his face bulged. A terrifying, savage aura began spreading from him.

Accompanied by a low roar resembling the growl of an ancient ferocious beast, the two battle hammers, glowing with a faint red light, came crashing down toward Chen Yun's head with the force of splitting Mount Hua.

The hair all over Chen Yun's body stood on end as a sense of danger flashed through his heart. He desperately summoned every ounce of strength in his body and raised both hammers like lightning to meet the red-glowing battle hammers. With a world-shaking crash, both figures were sent flying backward.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye. By the time everyone recovered their senses, their faces were filled with terror.

Xili, meanwhile, was so excited that he cried out involuntarily, "Berserk! He actually went berserk!"

Old Ent's expression changed drastically. He knew all too well how terrifying this constitution was. Under extreme fury, one might lose all reason, but it could unleash combat power and physical defenses far beyond one's normal limits. He had never expected the Berserk Bloodline, which had vanished from the continent for several hundred years, to appear in Wright.

Although Chen Yun's physique was also exceptionally strong, and his body had already reached Grade One, he would likely be in grave danger facing a berserk Wright! Yet there was nothing Old Ent could do now. He could only stare at the platform with a gloomy expression.

The two old men nearby also wore solemn expressions, their eyes flashing with deep, profound light. Berserk! It was actually the one-in-ten-thousand Berserk Constitution.

According to legend, during the ancient era, the Berserk Bloodline had once radiated dazzling brilliance. Possessing the Berserk Constitution could even be called synonymous with becoming an unparalleled powerhouse. This child had limitless prospects!

Xili had already leaped to his feet, but he suddenly thought of something and roared at Wright, who was slowly advancing toward Chen Yun on the platform step by step, "Bastard, stop at once!" But Wright had already lost his reason. On a subconscious level, he only wanted to destroy the Chen Yun before him.

At this moment, Chen Yun felt as though his entire body were being torn apart. After Wright went berserk, his battle aura had also become violent. The battle aura that had entered Chen Yun's body rampaged like a wild horse that had broken free of its reins, bringing waves of stabbing pain. His meridians felt as though they were about to burst.

At this point, Chen Yun could forget about fighting—even standing up was difficult.

Looking at the savage Wright slowly approaching, a feeling of helplessness rose in Chen Yun's heart. He had finally managed to cultivate and cast off the label of being a piece of trash in both his past and present lives, yet now he had not only been defeated by Wright, but was also on the verge of losing his life. He knew that no one was allowed to interfere with anyone on the dueling platform! Am I really going to die?

At this thought, unwillingness churned in the depths of Chen Yun's heart. No! I refuse to die such a pathetic death! Chen Yun screamed hysterically inside.

"Ah!" Wright roared, his eyes blood-red as he raised his fist and swung it toward Chen Yun. Chen Yun stared at the fist drawing closer and closer, his pupils contracting sharply.

At that moment, Old Ent's body below the platform tensed, and he leaned forward, preparing to rush out. But just then, a high, sonorous dragon's roar rang out.