Faced with Golden Crocodile Douluo unleashing his full strength, Mo Lin had no time to speculate about or predict his fighting style. Besides, Golden Crocodile Douluo had no martial virtue at all—before he had even finished speaking, he came to deceive! To launch a sneak attack! Against this young comrade of twenty.
Although Mo Lin dearly wanted to advise Golden Crocodile Douluo to "take care of yourself" and stop playing such petty tricks, Golden Crocodile Douluo's boosts to all attributes were absurdly powerful. Mo Lin did not even have time to use the Eight Extraordinary Skills to evade or accelerate. And because they were too close, activating Non-Aggression's first soul skill, "Bloodsoaked Bulwark," would likely trap both Golden Crocodile Douluo and himself within the barrier, making it completely useless for defense.
In this situation, Mo Lin could only raise his fully dragonized right arm to shield his vital spots, hoping to use the force of Golden Crocodile Douluo's attack to pull away and come up with another plan.
Yet Golden Crocodile Douluo's method of attack had become utterly inhuman. He used neither his hands nor his feet, but directly bit down on Mo Lin's right arm. The terrifying bite force drove his teeth slightly into the scales of Mo Lin's dragonized arm. Blood was squeezed out by the crocodile jaws in a direct "spray," making the injury look extremely severe.
Though it only looked severe, one had to understand that after being tempered by the lightning tribulation, the defensive power of Mo Lin's arm now required at least a demigod-level attack to breach—or was equivalent to the defense of a pure-blooded dragon-type ferocious beast from the Douluo World that was eight or nine hundred thousand years old. Golden Crocodile Douluo had broken through Mo Lin's defenses so easily. Even if