X-Dragon Era

An Xi curled his lips disdainfully and declared, "Just bring it on; I want to see how you'll render me unable to fight back, how you'll finish me off within eight strikes. Come at me!"

In the face of this, Xin Yun smiled and nodded. In an instant... Xin Yun's raised right hand sparked with eight continuous streaks of purple lightning from his palm, disappearing into the clouds overhead.

"Crackle crackle..." As the lightning entered the clouds, a sudden burst of electrical explosions rang out. At the same time, with a slight smile, Xin Yun's body sank, and Yinglong transformed into an arrow, shooting towards the Dark Giant Dragon like lightning.

Confronted by the lightning-fast Yinglong, An Xi's eyes brightened and the corners of his mouth turned up—an impressive speed indeed, yet even such velocity would not prevent him from retaliating.

Indeed, the Dark Magic Dragon was somewhat slower and less agile, but dreaming of defeating him in this regard was futile. From an early age, he had recognized this flaw and had always aimed to compensate for it. Now, these weaknesses were not just fully addressed but had become his greatest strength.

True, Yinglong was incredibly fast and the most agile in the world, but so what? Is speed faster than an attack? What use is agility against an area-of-effect attack if there's no room to dodge? Agility becomes pointless.

While pondering, An Xi silently accumulated energy, ready to unleash a series of four Flame Impacts and a Raging Fireball the moment Xin Yun drew near, signifying the end of the match.

There was no time to waste; under everyone's watchful eyes, Yinglong transformed into a stream of azure light, hurtling toward the Dark Magic Dragon. An Xi raised his right hand slowly, eyes gleaming with intensity, just a little closer. Once Xin Yun entered the range of the Flame Impact, the outcome would be certain!

"Thunderbolt!" Just as An Xi's eyes shone with excitement, a thunderous roar burst from Xin Yun's mouth. Accompanying his cry, the clouds above suddenly lit up, and a splendid streak of purple lightning shot down from within.

"Crack... Boom!" Amid the thunderous roar, a thick streak of purple lightning emerged from the clouds, striking the Dark Magic Dragon's body with the speed of light.

With the intense lightning strike, An Xi's mind went blank, his entire body numbed. Not just his body, but it seemed his soul was paralyzed, too. What truly terrified him was the Dark Magic Dragon's absorbing film provided no protection at all against the Thunderbolt, which pierced straight through and devastatingly hit the dragon's scales.

"Hiss..." Suffering from the lightning's heavy blow, the dragon reared its head with a painful roar. At that moment, Yinglong, as the stream of azure light, immediately reached the dragon's front and, using the momentum, struck its belly with full force.

Under the powerful attack, the dragon's body was sent flying. After delivering the first wave of attack, under Xin Yun's control, Yinglong rushed forward, chasing after the Dark Magic Dragon like lightning.

While being violently thrown, An Xi eventually recovered. The Thunderbolt had been wildly tumultuous but not enough to defeat him; it had merely paralyzed him for a brief moment—only a second or two. Now he had regained his senses. If he was back in control, nothing would pose a problem. The Dark Magic Dragon was an invincible fortress not easily conquered.

Struggling to control the dragon's body, An Xi worked hard to regain control, and as he saw Xin Yun chasing at full speed, he clenched his teeth and prepared to strike back with all his might.

"Crackle... Boom!" At that instant, amidst the sound of thunder from above, another purple Thunderbolt roared down. Before An Xi could grasp the situation, it had struck the Dark Magic Dragon again.

"Numbness… pain… trembling…" An Xi could feel nothing else, and he could do nothing else. Though his eyes were open and he clearly saw Yinglong coming at him again, striking the dragon's belly, he was utterly helpless.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" As everyone watched in stunned silence, successive streaks of purple lightning fell from the clouds, each one accurately striking the Dark Magic Dragon controlled by An Xi, utterly blocking all his attacks. He was left with no option but to take the hits.

Finally... after eight successive Thunderbolts combined with eight consecutive palm strikes from Xin Yun, the clouds above calmed down. Simultaneously, Xin Yun decisively ceased his assault, allowing An Xi to frantically regain control of the Giant Dragon and look over in fear.

It seemed slow to speak of, but in fact, the eight Thunderbolts had fallen in about eight or nine seconds, at a pace of one per second, and the entire fight had lasted no more than ten seconds. During these ten seconds, An Xi could do nothing but endure.

However, one must acknowledge the terrifying defense of the Dark Giant Dragon. Even under such an onslaught, the Dark Magic Dragon hadn't shown signs of faltering, like a dragon made of rubber, impervious to any real damage.(To be continued, for what happens next, please visit www.qidian.com, more chapters available, support the author, support genuine reading!)