Yang Ting wasted no words. The instant his transformation was complete, he vanished. When he reappeared, he was already before Ye Chen. His dragon claw clenched into a fist as he punched at Ye Chen's head, the fierce gale from the blow shooting straight ahead with tyrannical force.
Clang!
Sparks flew as a dark crimson longsword blocked Yang Ting's fist. A shockwave erupted from the point where fist and sword met, exploding outward with a boom.
"Heh heh!"
Yang Ting grinned. The tail behind him, like a spear, suddenly stabbed toward Ye Chen's chest. His tail, originally only two meters long, straightened to over three meters, thickening from the width of a calf to that of an arm. It gave off an incomparably sharp aura, as though it could pierce through all things.
"Not good."
Several people cried out in alarm. Ye Chen's longsword was already occupied blocking Yang Ting's fist; he had no way to free it to deal with that tail. If he forcibly blocked with his left hand, his palm would only be pierced through. After all, without a weapon, even a Body Refinement King could not withstand Yang Ting's tail, which rivaled a divine weapon.
But very soon, everyone realized they were wrong. Their inability to block that tail did not mean Ye Chen could not. With a flash of his left hand, he caught the arm-thick dragon tail at the critical moment. The dragon tail's speed and force were extraordinary, and Ye Chen's palm was nearly rubbed raw. Fortunately, Ye Chen had already employed Quadruple Force. Four layers of force instantly acted upon the dragon tail, dissipating its power. The dragon tail merely trembled once before going limp.
"What?"
Yang Ting's pupils contracted. He had not expected Ye Chen to seize his tail in such