This Is the Limit of What You Can Do

Who exactly are you?

The black dragon's physical form is not unusual; it is merely a product of sacrifice and fusion, gradually developed by Zodiac Immortal.

If Huang Daoxian and Heilong meet, they are like fish on a chopping board, at Huang Daoxian's mercy to devour them.

Just a moment ago, Nine-Petal Flower thought that Luo Zhong was the mastermind behind everything, believing that he had no choice but to reveal his hidden form because his time was up. But the next moment, after hearing the whispered instructions in the darkness, she realized that she had made a mistake in her perception.

Unbeknownst to many, three factions have emerged on this battlefield where skills and tactics clash.

It is rare for a third party to suddenly intervene and take the hits in a fight between two sides, let alone in a military operation.

"A useless coward who only knows how to hide and conceal himself, and a paralyzed man who can't even control his own body—you two are destined to lose; there's no chance of victory for you!"

The voice in the shadows finished its instructions and, as always, fell silent, offering no further response.

The blade swept across, like a stone thrown into a deep pool, without any impact.

A naked man emerged from within the nine-petaled flower, and for the first time, he experienced the unexpected and uncontrollable.

But he remained remarkably calm.

"I don't believe you can hide forever," the naked man said, pointing at the black dragon that was constantly wandering along the edge of the battle zone. "Any unexpected interference in this conflict will be eliminated by me, and you will ultimately die!"

"You didn't treat me like this before?"

A faint, eerie sound drifted over.

Perhaps it was because the appearance of the black dragon distracted the nine-petaled flower, or perhaps it believed that it had hidden itself well enough to make its voice heard and thus be difficult to chase, or perhaps it was to buy time, or perhaps it was to calm the black dragon down or to guide it, but the voice in the shadows resurfaced after a long time.

"Previously..."

The naked man gritted his teeth.

He had been toying with his opponent, intending to determine their location through communication so he could kill them in one fell swoop.

It's that simple.

But the other party is alive and well now, and is even bringing up the same old story to ask questions, which is obviously quite embarrassing.

The naked man gritted his teeth, unable to respond, and unable to pinpoint his opponent's location. In the end, he could only let out a cold snort, then quickly adjusted his blade and continued his plan to hunt down the black dragon.

The dragon scales, blood, and flesh that had been knocked off swirled around the center of his flower-like body, making the naked man appear as if he were entwined with a dragon.

The flower blades danced around him, as if treading on endless waves, and the massive flower body swiftly moved towards the black dragon.

"The area of operation is not unlimited, but rather has a corresponding traction range. If you don't want to be hit, it's not about running as far away as possible, but simply maintaining a sufficient distance!"

The area where magical combat takes place in the shadows is not infinite, but rather exists like an arena.

Flying to the edge of the area won't get you any further; this is common sense in the battle of wits and tactics.

There is some kind of attraction between duelists, or they are pulled by a bond. If one of them tries to fly away, the other can quickly catch up and get close, even if he walks leisurely.

This mutual attraction renders escaping over long distances completely ineffective.

Otherwise, someone as adept at running away as Zhang Xuezhou would have already been far away.

Compared to Zhang Xuezhou, a veteran of skill-based combat, Ning Que was clearly too inexperienced. After hearing the advice to escape, he really did everything he could to run for his life.

"Roar!"

A deep roar echoed as the black dragon watched its approaching opponent.

The opponent's speed was initially as fast as lightning, but it gradually slowed down as he approached.

As Zhang Xuezhou said, even when escaping for your life, you need to be careful about how you do it.

He let out a muffled roar, and Zhang Xuezhou's voice appeared again from another direction.

"I don't understand your body, I don't know how to guide you in using your abilities, and I don't know how to teach you to speak and communicate!"

As if knowing what he was thinking, the voice appeared again.

Did Luo Zhong entrust you with anything?

"Roar!"

Aside from biting off two pieces of flesh from the opponent when he couldn't defeat them, and even if it meant death, he wanted to make the opponent pay the price, Luo Zhong didn't give any further instructions.

Luo Zhong was very old, and his opponent's fate was even more tragic.

Perhaps it was resentment, or perhaps it was an obsession, or perhaps it was something else, that caused Luo Zhong to have a very brief resurgence, and it was also the first time he spoke to Ning Que.

Ning Que roared repeatedly, and when the flower blade came down, he could only cover his head and flee, trying his best to prolong his life.

Ning Que didn't feel any sense of gain or loss regarding the current situation.

"If I hear the Way in the morning, I can die content in the evening" might best explain everything in his heart.

For Ning Que, his risky attempt opened up a whole new world.

This may be a key factor in Zhang Xuezhou's sudden rise from an ordinary person; the door to a new world has undoubtedly been opened for Ning Que.

Even if the gate is filled with countless dangers, Ning Que is willing to try, rather than be confined like a fish in a pond, unable to leap to higher places.

If he were to die during this process, Ning Que felt that it was his destiny after attaining enlightenment, and he would not feel the slightest regret for his death.

But if he could survive, Ning Que also longed to live and wanted to see the more distant future.

He had noticed various problems with his body a long time ago.

He has talent, but Ning Que is well aware that his talent is limited by his limited knowledge and experience, and there is bound to be a limited scope.

However, Ning Que discovered that the scope of this talent seemed to be very broad. He created his own fighting style with great ease and also made breakthroughs in the sequence in one go.

While leading figures of the younger generation like Zhang Xuezhou and Zuo Teng are still in the Third Sequence, he has already easily stepped into the Fourth Sequence.

If it weren't for the limitations imposed by Gene Fighting Technique and genetic drugs, Ning Que felt he would have had a good chance of reaching the Fifth Sequence.

The Fifth Sequence is the mainstream level of current committee operations.

Given enough resources, he could almost leap to the top.

This sudden advancement made Ning Que uncomfortable, and his nature is not lacking in adventurous spirit, which seems somewhat unbelievable for someone who used to be an actor.

Ning Que knew he was changing. He had no power to stop this change, and could only adapt to it until he became a completely unfamiliar version of himself.

These things are bizarre, but Ning Que eventually accepted himself as he was, and even cooperated with this tireless pursuit of self-improvement.

Until the moment he encountered it.

This may be the end, or it may be his rebirth.

Ning Que let out a series of roars, shaking his unfamiliar body. His dragon head swayed as his tail swung, and his four claws seemed to be on a skateboard as he crookedly traversed patches of darkness.

He had many questions he wanted to ask Zhang Xuezhou, but Zhang Xuezhou seemed to understand what he wanted to ask. He not only answered them but also pointed out the areas where he really needed to ask.

"Luo Zhong... it's a real shame he can't influence me anymore. I seem to be less perceptive than before, and my adaptability to sudden events has decreased significantly!"

The sharp pain from the knife wound in his back surged through Ning Que's mind, and all the distracting thoughts in his mind vanished.

Without Luo Zhong, Ning Que is all that exists right now.

If he wants to survive, he needs to utilize his abilities and try to reach the extraordinary level that Luo Zhong displayed when wielding influence.

"What a pity! A frantically fleeing insect can never become a butterfly that can spread its wings and fly. This is your limit!"

Zhang Xuezhou suggested using the space to escape to gain space for growth. After going through various adaptations, Ning Que quickly realized what was going on.

But when the nearly one hundred flower blades contracted and transformed into nine giant petals, Ning Que felt a chill run down his spine.

Seeing the massive, flower-shaped blade powerful enough to sever a dragon's head, he fully understood why Zhang Xuezhou had dodged and why he had advised him to escape.

Within the giant flower's stamen, a naked man whispered, his face now filled with a chilling glint.