The duel between the first form of Dragon Fist and the first form of God-Slaying Art ended in a draw.
The golden Dragon Talon descending from the heavens gradually faded under the impact of the endless silver sword energy, eventually exploding with a bang. At the same moment, all the silver sword energy in the sky vanished, unable to continue.
Although they appeared to be evenly matched, Emperor Yassin's calm, composed, and dignified demeanor far surpassed D'Alessandro's pale face and heaving chest. These subtle differences clearly demonstrated the disparity in strength between the two.
After finishing one move, Emperor Yassin launched a second wave of attacks in quick succession. With each wave of his hand, the roar of dragons echoed through the heavens.
Dragon Fist, Second Form: Dragon Returns.
Amidst the roar of a dragon, the azure sky behind Emperor Yassin suddenly tore open, and a mythical dragon covered in shimmering golden scales surged forth from the spatial rift. This was a sacred dragon brimming with life, every part of its body shimmering with dazzling golden light—its head, whiskers, eyes, horns, neck, and body—every detail was exquisitely rendered, exuding a dreamlike metallic quality that sent shivers down one's spine at first glance.
As Emperor Yassin unleashed his fist power, the dragon roared, swift as lightning, and opened its massive maw to devour D'Alessandro.
"Damn it... the God-Slaying Art!"
D'Alessandro had no choice but to God-Slaying Art once more. The sound of metal scraping against metal was deafening. The sword fan, composed of silver sword energy like a peacock's tail, unfolded behind him again with a whoosh. Countless silver sword energies burst forth from the sword fan, like a torrential rain, heading towards the golden dragon Hong Sha.
The energy fluctuations were almost identical to those during the first exchange of blows between the two sides, and they exploded once again.
Behind D'Alessandro, the vast mountains and land were affected by the power fluctuations. The earth collapsed into abysses, the mountains were leveled, and the boulders were shattered, turning into Shamo like the land of death. The terrain and geographical environment within dozens of miles were completely changed!
Emperor Yassin seemed to have plenty of energy left. He stood in the sky, and all the fluctuations of power stopped abruptly fifty meters away from his body. The walls of the imperial capital Saint Petersburg, the buildings in the city, and millions of lives were all protected and remained completely unharmed.
"Uh... Pfft!"
After unleashing a devastating attack with his sword fan, D'Alessandro failed to destroy the Golden Scaled Dragon. Avoid in time, he was swallowed whole by the nearly transparent dragon. D'Alessandro struggled desperately to break free and blasted open the dragon's mouth, but he was also seriously injured. With a muffled groan, he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of pale silver blood.
This pale silver blood contained terrifying power. When it fell to the ground, it made a hissing sound like lava falling into ice, and directly collapsed a large part of the ground!
This is the power of Blazing Sun Class Great Perfection expert. Their bodies, blood, bones, and even a single hair on their skin have undergone a complete transformation, essentially transcending the realm of humanity and possessing a power close to forbidden. If they can break through the Blazing Sun Class Great Perfection realm and step into the Demigod Realm, they will truly transcend the realm of humanity and become a higher level of life.
"Hahaha, you're just a fox borrowing the tiger's might, running rampant in Maradona's name, but in reality you're so utterly pathetic. If this is all you've got, then stay here and serve me!"
Emperor Yassin took a step forward and launched his third attack.
The strength of the Zenit King is truly unfathomable. At this moment, he has only revealed the Nine Dragons Claw, which far exceeds the realm previously rumored to exist. He defeated the arrogant second disciple of the Martial Saint, D'Alessandro, in just two moves. Such a performance not only shocked everyone on the walls of the imperial capital, but also filled D'Alessandro on the other side with both surprise and fear.
From the heavens above, the roar of dragons echoed once more.
Emperor Yassin raised his hand, his right arm slowly swinging out to deliver his third punch.
This time, the dragon's roar grew increasingly intense and loud, as if countless sacred dragons were roaring simultaneously from all directions, carrying the unique pressure of legendary dragons that made one's soul tremble, one's mind waver, and one unable to concentrate. Even the flow of one's internal Dou Qi began to slow down, showing signs of solidification, and the body's reaction ability decreased, leaving one stiff. Yet, the dragon that materialized from the golden flames still did not appear...
Above the city gate.
"I never imagined that Emperor Yassin's true strength would be so astonishing, far exceeding my most optimistic estimates. I wonder if he only recently broke through, or if he had always been like this? It is said that the Dragon Fist is a fist technique created by Emperor Yassin, and is known as the only martial arts manual within a million miles that has the potential to advance to the Mythical Class. Who knew that Emperor Yassin had already pushed it to the Mythical Class level? Strange, very strange. If he has such strength, why did he endure for twenty-six years? At this level, even without relying on the army, he alone would be enough to wipe out the Northern Region. Why has the Zenit Empire been suppressed by the Lyon Empire all this time? Could it be that there is an even more reclusive super expert within the Lyon Empire?"
The mysterious figure, shrouded in a black cloak that enveloped his entire body, even his head, in shadow, was utterly astonished.
At this moment, on the half-destroyed walls of the imperial capital, the eldest prince Arshavin, after the initial shock, had regained his composure and was organizing soldiers to temporarily repair the collapsed walls and rescue the survivors trapped under the boulders.
What would have been a difficult situation for Sun Fei in his previous life became incredibly easy in the face of the powerful strength of the martial artists and mages. The boulders were imbued with Levitation Spell, and the martial artists' divine power could easily clear away the rocks. Soon, a large number of soldiers who were still alive were rescued. With the help of healing magic and various magical potions, even those who were barely clinging to life could be brought back to life.
The dozen or so Moon Class powerhouses who had been knocked away by D'Alessandro returned to the city walls, silently watching the progress of the earth-shattering battle in the sky amidst the admiring gazes of the crowd.
These Moon Class experts were all injured, but not fatally. With enough rest, they would recover quickly given their strong physical regenerative abilities.
For powerhouses of their caliber, witnessing a battle between two Blazing Sun Class Great Perfection experts at such close range was an opportunity that would be a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence. If they could grasp even a fraction of the power and skill displayed by these two unparalleled experts during the battle, it would be an invaluable treasure for them for a lifetime.
Cheers and shouts of "Long live!" resounded throughout the heavens and earth like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing.
All the Zenit were shouting hysterically, cheering for their emperor. An indescribable sense of pride spread through everyone's hearts like a virus. Looking at the majestic figure in the sky, everyone felt that their chests would explode if they didn't shout loudly!
"Uh... Pfft!"
Pale silver blood gushed from his mouth. D'Alessandro was further injured by the third Dragon's Long Roar of the Dragon Fist, the Dragon's Roar. This was a terrifying fist technique that began with a sonic attack, captivating the mind and injuring people invisibly. At least with D'Alessandro's strength, he did not even realize how he was injured, yet he continued to gushed blood.
"You... how did you do that? This is impossible! Who are you?" D'Alessandro screamed in shock and anger, unable to believe that he had lost so utterly.
"Stop nagging! Stay here!"
Emperor Yassin showed no joy or sorrow, ignoring D'Alessandro's question—a blatant display of contempt. He didn't even activate his Dragon Fist anymore; with Big Hand, a vast ocean of golden flames transformed into a Big Hand, carrying undeniable power, and swept towards D'Alessandro through the air.
Second update.