"Now that's more like it."
His voice was soft and calm.
Then he spoke.
Three words rang clearly in the ears of everyone watching the livestream:
"Blood Dragon State."
"Activate."
BOOM—!!!
A vast sea of blood-red mist suddenly surged from Xu Feng!
The crimson, nearly as dark as thick ink, was like a tangible sea of blood. It spread wildly in every direction from his body!
The mist churned and roiled, as if dragons and elephants were roaring within it.
Then the blood mist began to gather.
As if countless invisible craftsmen were forging an unprecedented suit of armor at a speed too fast for the eye to follow.
First came the bones.
A crimson skeleton extended from behind Xu Feng, like the exoskeleton of some monstrous creature—savage, sharp, and imbued with a brutal beauty.
Then came the muscles.
The blood mist turned into crimson muscle fibers, winding one by one around the frame like parts of a precision machine, each containing explosive power.
Finally came the outer armor.
Starting at Xu Feng's chest, crimson armor spread rapidly across his whole body like flowing blood—
His shoulders, arms, torso, legs, and back.
Every plate gleamed with the cold sheen of metal.
Every edge was sharp enough to slice through the air.
Every joint fit the body's mechanics perfectly.
When the blood mist had completely dispersed—
The figure standing there was no longer the young man in suspenders with his hands in his pockets.
It was a...
Five-meter-tall crimson war god!
His entire body was covered in blood-red armor, savage and sharp, its bloodlust and killing intent fused into one.
His shoulder guards jutted high, like the bony projections of dragon wings.
At the center of his chest plate was a dark-red fissure, like the heart of some ancient behemoth, pulsing