Continuation

"So that's how you fight using your body!"

Zhang Xuezhou's comeback was very short-lived.

In that short period of time, he caused considerable damage to the nine-petaled flower.

This made Ning Que, who was constantly on the run, extremely envious.

Ning Que shook his body, which had lost half of its tail. He could feel the tail still slowly growing back, but he knew very well that it couldn't keep up with the speed at which it had been severed.

If he were to be slashed by those giant flying blades again, there was a very high chance that he would be cut into ten pieces.

"If you won't let me live, why should I let you live!"

After entering the gate to this mysterious world, Ning Que was subjected to countless cuts and slashes, his body was pierced by sharp blades and his flesh was ripped out, and then his dragon tail was severed. Ning Que was well aware of the enormous crisis he was facing.

He kept running away, but he wouldn't keep running forever; he was just using the time he spent escaping to familiarize himself with everything about his body.

Unfortunately, Ning Que has yet to use any special abilities, and has not gained the means to counterattack his opponents simply because he accepted Luo Zhong's gift.

I'll bite you to death!

Recalling Luo Zhong's resentful words, "Even if I die, I'll bite him to pieces," Ning Que performed a somersault and spun around.

Zhang Xuezhou's somersault and spin was graceful, while Ning Que's somersault and spin was unsteady.

Clearly, no matter how talented he is, this is not something that can be made up for in a short period of time.

The distance between Ning Que and Zhang Xuezhou is difficult to bridge, and the distance between Ning Que and the naked man is even greater.

He looked at his tattered and patched body, then at the enormous shape that resembled a flower bud, and staggered and leaped closer and closer.

If this was a trap, Ning Que felt he had to accept it.

If this isn't a trap, then it might be the only time he has to beat a man when he's down, or even the perfect time to practice physical fighting.

With a roar, his body plummeted from the sky.

With its five-toed dragon claws, Ning Que felt as if he had struck a steel plate.

The dragon body and the human body have different body proportions, different limb lengths, and completely different ways of exerting force. The skills and abilities that humans possess are almost useless, and may even lead to failure in controlling the body due to the original body memory.

The transition from Body Control to levitation and flight for escape is extremely difficult.

The difficulty of going from fleeing for one's life to launching a full-scale attack is beyond imagination.

It's easy to make a show of force, but it's difficult to make it effective.

The same limbs, the same force, can produce completely different results depending on how they are used.

This is similar to the difference between an ordinary person with high physical fitness and an athlete; their physiques are similar, but their abilities are completely different.

"Roar!"

After tearing and biting, Ning Que knew very well that it would be difficult for him to transform from an ordinary character into a master in such a short time.

This made him roar, and he also tried to find possible help from Zhang Xuezhou.

To Ning Que's disappointment, there was no response from the darkness.

Perhaps because the details of the battle were confidential, or perhaps because he didn't want the nine-petaled flower to know its secrets, or for some other reason, Zhang Xuezhou remained silent.

Ning Que's heart sank.

"What a piece of trash! I've considered you a formidable enemy all these years, but after you manifested, you can't speak or understand any abilities. All you can do is bite and tear things apart like a mad dog!"

The strong don't care about the antics of clowns. Nine-petaled Flower initially ignored Ning Que's ineffective and superfluous attacks and remained silent for quite some time.

The sound only came out when bursts of purple light rose from the petals that were wrapped around the flower, and the petals seemed about to open again.

"If you're not afraid of death, you can charge into the very center of the flowerbed the moment it opens, or wait for the flower's stamens to transform into threads that pull you in and fight to the death—that would be an effective, traumatic strike!"

Along with the sound of the nine-petaled flower, a similar sound also came from the darkness.

Ning Que looked at the nine-petaled flower so close to him, and his dragon head once again rose high.

"He's traumatized, he went through a desperate escape, and then he launched a hysterical, ineffective attack. Do you think his physical condition can still inflict effective trauma on me?"

Within the nine-petaled flower, the voice remained silent for two seconds before slowly rotating the bud in response.

The movement is extremely special, but it is not a perpetual motion machine. It cannot keep running away without getting tired, nor can it maintain a high level of combat ability indefinitely.

Ning Que was becoming more familiar with using the dragon body, but this dragon body was also constantly deteriorating.

"Even if he possesses your combat skills, he cannot effectively injure me," Nine-Petal Flower said.

"Then why don't you open the petals, or pull him inside and try?"

The voice from the shadows replied again, then fell silent. Even the repeated denials and sarcasm from the voice within the nine-petaled flower elicited no response.

Damn it!

The weak black dragon hovered above, and even if the opponent was eyeing it covetously and trying to fight fiercely, it was still an opponent that could be defeated quickly.

But an opponent lurking in the shadows is truly terrifying.

The voice within the nine-petaled flower cursed incessantly, slowly rotating its massive body, constantly eliminating any potential openings during its surprise attack.

The flower petals are his most powerful weapon, while the stamen is the most dangerous area. Any opponent caught in it will be bound and drained until death. However, its greatest strength is also its most vulnerable point.

Some injuries can heal, while others are not so easy to recover from.

Having experienced the high risks before, the nine-petaled flower showed no signs of letting its guard down when it faced the challenge again.

"What a pity, I wonder how long these words will save Ning Que's life!"

In the dim light, Zhang Xuezhou sighed inwardly.

In a close contest, the brave prevail. Right now, only courage can give them a chance to catch their breath, but they have too little to offer. At least Zhang Xuezhou sees no possibility of a comeback at the moment.

In a short time, the wounds on the nine-petaled flower had basically healed, but the wounds on Zhang Xuezhou's body were truly left on his body.

I don't believe you can seize a second chance!

In the dim light, the nine-petaled flower waited for a long time before its petals slowly began to open.

The voice from within the flower gradually calmed down, yet continued to probe.

As the dragon floated above, its body swaying, Ning Que felt a growing sense of impending death.

Continuing to flee would mean certain death, and seeking an opportunity to strike would also likely result in death. Compared to the former, Ning Que undoubtedly chose the latter.

"It's a pity we can't see the victory!"

Ning Que had the regret of dying after hearing the Dao, and he also felt a bit of bitterness after being influenced by Luo Zhong.

Having reached this level, this is no longer the place where his talents can be fully utilized.

Always considered a genius, this was the first time Ning Que had been called a good-for-nothing.

"I refuse to believe I'm truly useless! I refuse to believe I can't even take a bite out of you!"

He looked down at the nine-petaled flower that was constantly probing the area below, a fierce glint in his dragon eyes.

Despite his lack of coordination and insufficient ability, Ning Que still possesses a keen sense of combat and can seize opportunities in battle.

"Now is the time!"

The nine-petaled flower is half-open, far from being fully bloomed.

Ning Que knew very well that this was his chance to infiltrate the situation. Once this dangerous flower bloomed, its petals could kill him at close range in a short moment.

His eyes flashed, then he roared and charged down.

Curses and angry voices rang out, and Ning Que felt a sudden darkness before his eyes. He could feel as if every part of his body was being pierced by long needles, and he could feel the petals contracting. The force of this contraction was extremely powerful, directly covering and crushing his massive dragon body.

"Waste!"

My body was crushed and burst, and the sensation of my bones breaking and dislocating overwhelmed me. I could also hear the angry curses of the nine-petaled flower in my ears.

Ning Que shook the dragon's head and rammed it hard, his body swaying as the dragon's claws lashed downwards wildly.

Like a drowning person on the verge of death, he will grab whatever he can and destroy whatever he can until the moment of his demise.

"Xuezhou!"

When his consciousness was almost fading, Ning Que heard a rapid and familiar urgent shout.

A series of muffled explosions, piercing screams, and sounds of anger mixed with fear and joy surged forth.

Ning Que felt a searing, excruciating pain coursing through his body, which made him roar wildly, joining the chorus of his own cries.