Zhong Shenxiu raised his Ninja Blade to parry.
The fist slammed into the blade, and the Light-Imperial Ninja Blade let out a mournful cry, its golden light flashing violently. Zhong Shenxiu was sent flying by the punch, crashing through five large trees and rolling on the ground more than a dozen times before coming to a stop.
His arm was trembling, his thumb and forefinger were split open, and blood was flowing down his wrist.
The Light-Imperial Ninja Blade, almost slipped from his grasp.
Just as Zhong Shenxiu stood up from the ground, the Diamond Baboon Leader's second punch arrived.
He had no time to dodge and could only parry again.
This time, he was smashed into the ground, his whole body sinking into the mud, and the surrounding ground cracked into a large pit with a diameter of five meters.
The Diamond Baboon Leader gave him no chance to catch his breath. It leaped to the edge of the pit and began pounding down with its fists, like driving piles, punching Zhong Shenxiu at the bottom of the pit one after another.
Each punch carried terrifying power unleashed by Berserk, each punch slamming the ground deeper and wider. Soil and gravel flew everywhere, dust filled the air, and the entire forest trembled.
Ye Xinglan stood at a distance, her legs were weak, but she did not fall.
Her eyes were fixed on the deep pit where the Diamond Baboon Leader was relentlessly attacking, and her palms were sweaty.
She was counting.
One punch, two punches, three punches... The Diamond Baboon Leader threw more than a dozen punches in a row, then stopped to catch his breath.
Dust filled the space above the crater, obscuring the view.
The Diamond Baboon Leader's chest heaved violently; the power from its Berserk state was rapidly draining its stamina. It only needed to confirm that the human was dead before it could stop and rest.
A voice, a voice with a dramatic change, came from the bottom of the pit, deep and hoarse, as if squeezed out from the deepest part of a throat.
"You think you can... kill me?!"
A gust of air blew away the dust in the pit. A golden light streaked out from the bottom of the pit, so fast that the blood-red eyes of the Diamond Baboon Leader could only catch a fleeting afterimage.
Zhong Shenxiu abandoned the Light-Imperial Ninja Blade.
He left the golden longsword at the bottom of the pit, its golden light shimmering faintly in the dust.
Instead, he held a long spear in both hands.
That wasn't the usual Sky Light Dragon Spear. This spear was bigger and longer, with a thicker shaft than before, and its length exceeded three meters.
The light emanating from the spear was no longer blazing white, but a pure gold, so intense it resembled flowing liquid gold. At the tip, dragon-shaped patterns coiled, extending from the tip to the tail, as if the entire spear were a dragon coiled into the shape of a spear.
Zhong Shenxiu, holding guns in both hands, descended from the sky, the tips pointing downwards, and slashed at the face of the Diamond Baboon.
No, it wasn't a chop, it was a smash.
He treated the entire gun like a heavy weapon, raising it above his head with both hands and then slamming it down.
The Diamond Baboon Leader raised his arms to block.
The gun slammed into its arm with a deafening thud. The ground beneath the Diamond Baboon Leader's feet shattered, and its legs sank into the mud, its legs below the knees completely submerged in the ground.
A dent appeared on its arm, a mark of a fractured bone.
For the first time, fear appeared in the blood-red eyes of the Diamond Baboon Leader.
It wasn't because of the power of the shot, but because of Zhong Shenxiu standing before them.
At this moment, Zhong Shenxiu had completely lost his human form.
Or rather, at this moment, he was completely a true dragon standing upright.
His height remained unchanged, but his physique was completely different. In his Dragon Fighting Form, the dragon scales completely covered every inch of his skin. They no longer emerged from his neck and the ends of his limbs, but grew out from under his skin, as if he was meant to have this armor. The color of the dragon scales changed from light gold to dark gold, and each scale was as thick as a fingernail with sharp edges like blades.
His facial features had been completely altered. The angles had become sharper, his cheekbones were high, and his jawline looked as if it had been carved with a knife and axe. The dragon horns on either side of his forehead had changed from two short sections to four sections, each longer and thicker, like a crown on his head.
His body became more slender, but his muscles were more defined. Not in an exaggerated way, but each muscle looked as if it were made of twisted steel wire, tight and full of explosive power. His spine protruded from his back, forming a bony ridge that stretched from his neck to his tailbone, each segment of which was sharp as a thorn.
His fingers and toes transformed into dragon claws, their nails as black as ink, their tips gleaming with golden light.
But what's most intimidating is its tail.
A nearly meter-long dragon tail extended from his tailbone, covered with the same deep golden scales as his body, and at the tip of the tail was a bony spike that gleamed coldly in the light.
Zhong Shenxiu hovered in mid-air—no, he wasn't hovering; he was simply standing on the arms of the Diamond Baboon Leader, looking down at this five-thousand-year-old Soul Beast leader.
The pupils remained vertical, but their color had changed from light gold to scarlet, and flames seemed to burn deep within them.
Ye Xinglan, standing some distance away, was so shocked she was speechless.
Her mouth was agape, her eyes wide, and the Stargod Sword nearly slipped from her grasp. She had seen Martial Soul Possession, and she had seen beast Soul Master possess the characteristics of Soul Beast after possession, but she had never seen possession like this before.
The Fighting Dragon Clan in the Dragon Fighting Plane are not true Giant Dragon in the traditional sense.
They do not have enormous bodies, nor do they possess innate breath, nor wings that can block out the sun.
However, the Fighting Dragon Clan is the most passionate about battle. They do not rely on talent or bloodline, but are a race that hones their combat skills, beliefs, and bodies to the highest level.
Zhong Shenxiu leaped from the arms of the Diamond Baboon Leader, his body flipping in the air, holding a gun in both hands, and swept it horizontally.
The gun whistled through the air and struck the Diamond Baboon Leader in the temple.
The Diamond Baboon Leader's head was smashed to one side, and its entire body tilted to the side. It barely managed to steady itself, grabbed the gun with its left hand, and tried to throw Zhong Shenxiu, gun and all, away.
But Zhong Shenxiu's power exceeded its expectations.
Zhong Shenxiu gripped the gun with both hands, lowered his body, and pulled the gun from the Diamond Baboon Leader's hand. The dragon pattern on the gun lit up the moment it was pulled out, and the golden light burned the Diamond Baboon Leader's palm, forcing it to let go.
Zhong Shenxiu landed, his feet hitting the ground and kicking up a cloud of dirt. His dragon tail swung behind him, maintaining his balance.
He raised his head, his scarlet vertical pupils fixed on the Diamond Baboon Leader, a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth.
That wasn't laughter; it was something more primal—the expression of a predator looking at its prey.
The Diamond Baboon Leader roared and slammed his fists into the ground. The soil and gravel were sent flying, creating a shockwave that spread towards Zhong Shenxiu.
Zhong Shenxiu did not dodge. He charged forward into the shockwave, his Dragon Spear spinning in front of him, shattering all the flying debris.
His speed was extreme. In his complete form as Dragon Fighting Warrior, his speed, strength, and reaction time had already surpassed the level expected of a four-ring Soul Master.
When the Diamond Baboon Leader saw him charging at him, he threw both fists at his chest.
Zhong Shenxiu sidestepped the first punch, then swept his Dragon Spear horizontally, the shaft slamming into the fist of the second punch. The Diamond Baboon Leader's fist was knocked to one side, and its body lost its balance.