Vajra Giant Spirit, True Dragon Dharma Form

Meng Zhao's talent was peerless and his foundation unmatched. Speaking of courage and pride, with dragon blood flowing through him, who did he have to fear?

Only then could he use the most reckless, yet also the most fitting, method to hammer Yang Cai into silence.

Even so, Yang Cai still had no intention of conceding. A slight advantage was no true advantage. He continued,

"I have one more punch—the Great Vajra Seal. If it can still defeat you, then I will admit defeat in today's battle."

He actually had many more techniques at his disposal: Lightness Skill, claw arts, finger arts, even the Dragon-Tiger Primal Spirit. Yet nearly four hundred punches had failed to stir Meng Zhao so greatly. Other methods would merely waste time.

Only by unleashing his strongest method, his most tyrannical move, could victory and defeat be decided in one strike.

Having spoken, Yang Cai took a deep breath, swallowing rivers and seas like a whale. Countless currents of Heaven and Earth Vital Energy were drawn into his mouth, causing his already tall, robust, and frightening body to grow another inch taller. His surging blood and qi ignited with a roar, making the surrounding temperature abruptly soar as though they stood inside a furnace.

Veins as thick as vines, tangled and intricate, surfaced across his barrel-thick thighs as they slowly spread apart. At some unknown point, the cracks beneath his feet had already stretched several yards outward, broad and terrifying, like the gaping maw of a beast ready to devour anyone at any moment.

His massive fists began to glow like shattered gold, lustrous and gleaming, rippling with light. A green dragon coiled around his left fist, while a white tiger crouched upon his right. One arm stood across his chest, the other lifted at his