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Driven into a corner, Yan Choulong staked everything on one desperate gamble. His molten-gold, blood-red eyes locked onto the Fish Intestine main branch, whose subdued aura concealed the deadliest threat.
Knowing full well the danger, he still tore through the air with his bloodied dragon claw, seizing viciously at the sword's spine as lethal crimson light flowed over it.
His instincts told him this was the most dangerous one.
Yan Choulong-
Was truly an idiot.
After all, the Fish Intestine Sword possessed the strongest Single-Target Attack.
The instant claw blades met sword-Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!
Three ruptures sounded, so faint they were almost inaudible, like sharp blades softly slicing through silk.
The palm of Yan Choulong's dragon claw, powerful enough to clash head-on with mountains, abruptly collapsed inward, forming three holes the size of rice grains.
These were not puncture wounds, but miniature black holes, as though space itself had blossomed inside his claw bones.
The next instant-Bang! Bang! Bang!!!
Deep within his palm, it was as though three thunderbombs of divine punishment, compressed to their utmost limits, had been buried.
Dragon scales, sinew, bone, and flesh were instantly torn apart by destructive power erupting from within.
Three spiraling columns of shattered bone and blood mist burst explosively from his palm, wrist, and elbow.
His entire right forelimb twisted into a grotesque angle in an instant, as though a powder keg had ignited inside it. Flesh and scales sprayed like rain.
"Aaargh-!!"
The pain, far beyond anything he had anticipated, nearly tore his nerves apart.
Yet Yan Choulong forced himself to act on a Titled Douluo's survival instinct. Ignoring the sword winds attacking from behind-Gan Jiang's thunderfire