Black as ink, the dragon streaked across the sky at full speed.
Cang Wuzhang, clad in heavy armor and wearing iron gauntlets, charged to meet the black dragon.
"It's only a dragon!"
He roared and unleashed the strongest move in his boxing style.
A storm of fists hammered into the black dragon, sending it flying.
The dragon shook its head in midair, then whirled around and spat a blast of flames, blue-green and black.
In the blink of an eye, Cang Wuzhang's expression changed. His hands swiftly formed a seal.
The incantation was complete!
Evil Wind Art!
A violent gale sprang from nowhere and enveloped Cang Wuzhang.
The flames slammed into the whirlwind and burst into a shower of fire, scattering like stars and rain.
Cang Wuzhang breathed a sigh of relief and raised his fists again.
--To pull off a spell like that in an instant, even he had to admire himself a little.
"Come on! Don't think that spitting dragonfire makes you a real dragon!" he bellowed.
The black dragon gazed at him and rumbled:
"Let me correct you. You did pretty well, but that was actually just... my spit."
"Also, now I finally understand why you sealed away my dragon clan's power in advance."
"Because when I transform into a dragon, even if you can make me suffer the same injuries as you, I can withstand them many times over. You, on the other hand, can't take even one."
The black dragon grinned viciously as he spoke.
Xie Daoling furrowed her brow. "Qingshan, you only refined that power recently. Be careful it doesn't let the dragon clan's overwhelming strength affect your mind."
"Yes, Master." The black dragon immediately stopped grinning.
He charged at Cang Wuzhang again.
As expected, Cang Wuzhang only dodged the black dragon now. He