X-Dragon Era

Struggling to control the black dragon beneath him, An Xi was not overly frightened despite a series of bombardments. Throughout the process, indeed, he had not managed to strike back even once, but likewise, the Dark Magic Dragon had endured eight palm strikes from Yinglong without too much trouble. Although it couldn't be said that it had escaped unscathed, the impact was very minor and didn't interfere with its performance in the slightest.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, An Xi looked at Xin Yun in the distance with shining eyes and chuckled, "Not bad... I admit you're formidable. Under your attacks, I didn't have the ability to fight back at all. However, it seems your attacks are hardly able to injure me. To me, they're nothing more than tickling."

Pausing for a moment, An Xi then sneered, "Now, eight palm strikes have passed, yet I am still standing here just fine. What do you say?"

Looking at An Xi calmly, pity flashed in Xin Yun's eyes. Smiling and shaking his head, Xin Yun said, "It's over. The competition is over. I hope that when I meet you next time, you'll have grown stronger. At the very least... I hope you will know how and when you lost!"

As he spoke, Xin Yun shook his head, not saying another word, and immediately steered Yinglong toward the entrance. Seeing this, An Xi was at first taken aback, then suddenly reached out his hand, trying to call out to Xin Yun when his movement froze instantly.

Slowly lowering his head to look at the Dark Magic Dragon beneath him, he noticed purple light starting to radiate from the gaps between its scales, and at the same time, the Dark Magic Dragon's mouth was half open, emitting copious amounts of black smoke.

"This... What is this!" Staring blankly at the Dark Magic Dragon underfoot, An Xi was completely stunned. What had happened? What was wrong with the Dark Magic Dragon? Why was this happening?

While An Xi was gaping, a white halo appeared beneath his feet, and the next moment... An Xi's figure vanished instantly from atop the Dark Magic Dragon's head.

After a flash of white light, a dumbfounded An Xi appeared in the waiting area. Across from him, the Dark Magic Dragon dangled aimlessly in midair, surrounded by billowing smoke. Between An Xi and the Dark Magic Dragon, Xin Yun steered Yinglong towards the waiting area leisurely.

"Boom!" Finally... accompanied by a thunderous explosion, the Dark Magic Dragon burst open in midair like a gigantic bomb, disintegrating instantly amidst the violent roar, a small mushroom cloud spiraling upwards, and a ruthless shockwave swept wildly around.

Feeling that mad, unrivaled, destructive force, An Xi's complexion turned deathly pale. Diamond tier! This was absolutely the destructive power of the Diamond tier! My god... What in the world was going on? Why did his Dark Magic Dragon suddenly explode! What exactly was happening?

Gazing blankly at the rising mushroom cloud, and at Xin Yun who was drifting towards him with his back to the cloud, An Xi couldn't help but recall Xin Yun's words. Indeed... he didn't even understand when or how he had lost, let alone had any right to fight against his opponent!

Recalling his own arrogance in the arena, An Xi bowed his head in shame. Clearly... the other party hadn't wanted to defeat him right from the start because that would have been far too unforgiving. Thus... in An Xi's opinion, Xin Yun meant to fight with him a bit longer, then end the battle. That way, while Xin Yun certainly would have won, he also would have saved face.

Just imagine, if Xin Yun had unleashed that attack right from the start, would he have had a chance to counter? If he had been defeated so miserably from the beginning, he wouldn't have any face left to speak of.

The other party had already given him so much face, but look at what he did? What does it mean to say that even a hundred like this would be no match? If there really were a hundred like that, it would be a disaster! The explosions of a hundred Diamond tier level would be enough to blast open the barrier enveloping the entire spectator stands. Without the protection of the barrier, it's likely not a single person among the tens of millions in the stands would survive. What else could that be if not a disaster?

This was just a competition, after all. If it hadn't been for the competition, but a fight in the wild, it could be said confidently that An Xi would now be a corpse—oh no... not even a fragment of him would be found.

An Xi was safe now because the referee had detected the terrifying energy brewing inside the black dragon and had teleported him out in time, and with the protection of the Diamond barrier in front of him, he was unharmed. Otherwise, even if he had managed to jump off the dragon in time, he would not have escaped death. The destructive shockwave of a Diamond tier was not something a human body could withstand.

As An Xi pondered, Xin Yun finally arrived at the waiting area. After retracting Yinglong, Xin Yun walked over with large strides and stopped in front of An Xi. He sighed and said with a smile, "You're strong, but you haven't fully tapped into your potential. You're too arrogant. If you continue like this, you'll be left behind."

After hearing Xin Yun's words, An Xi opened his mouth but uttered not a single word. Right... It had been so long since he had met a match. No matter who his opponent was, they would all be turned to ashes under his crushing attacks. A long string of victories had made him believe he was invincible.