Chapter 641: Chapter 643: Dual Cultivation Dragon of Magic and Martial Arts
This divine symbol was actually designed for tracking and locking on to targets, making it very difficult to evade.
“Didn’t we agree to win with real strength? How co the Ming God Clan is still using Divine Aids in the competition??”
“What a big investnt, to use a divine symbol in such a duel with no tangible gains?”
“Isn’t this cheating? The Ming God Clan has always been known for winning by strength. Why are you resorting to such underhanded tactics now??”
A chorus of mocking laughter imdiately erupted from the crowd.
Clearly, these Divine Symbols were not a product of the Ming God Clan; they must have spent a fortune acquiring them from other Lower God Organizations.
Such Divine Aids are extrely expensive and rare, and the major Lower God Organizations also only use them at crucial tis.
A single Divine Symbol, equivalent to a Divine Oracle Flag, could sway the outco of a war, yet it was used simply to win this duel and to deal with Zhu Minglang’s White Dragon—this only shows that the God Clan is truly invested heavily this ti!
“Hmph, we’ve already said that our Ming God Clan is determined to win,” Ming Lianjie didn’t feel there was anything shaful about his actions at all.
Being able to afford a Divine Symbol is also a display of strength, what about it.
“This Forbidden Spell Divine Symbol will prevent your White Dragon from using any Azure Dragon Mystics. Even a Peak Dragon King cannot escape the repression of this Divine Symbol,” Mi Zhongyun was very familiar with these Divine Aids and imdiately inford Zhu Minglang.
“Then let’s use Profound Art,” Zhu Minglang smirked, having thought the Divine Symbol would be capable of instantly killing anything. He glanced at Little White, freely moving about, and continued,
“Bai Qi, let them witness what a Dual Cultivation Dragon of Magic and Martial Arts is all about!”
Little White had never focused solely on one area of expertise.
The all-around White Dragon!
It ruled the skies in aerial combat, feared not close-range brawls, and its Profound Art was even more formidable!
Indeed, the formidable display of Azure Moon Profound Art by Little White had previously shocked many mbers of the Lower God Organizations present.
This ti, the people of the Ming God Clan had co well-prepared, determined to secure the most favorable entrance to the corridor at any cost.
Ming Lianjie stepped forward; he was bare-chested, his muscles and tough skin clearly visible.
His skin, the color of dark rocks, resembled rugged boulders—a result of body cultivators spending years bathing in Ancient Dragon Blood. Upon closer inspection, one could see blood-red veins on the texture of his skin, which were radiating a bright bloody hue at this mont. It was as if the strong body cultivator from the Ming God Clan was bathed in an Ancient Dragon bloody battle armor!
The aura was astounding, with re physicality refined to a terrifying extent—it was likely that even the claws of Holy Spirits couldn’t tear through his mighty physique of bloody rock skin!
Suddenly, he took a large step forward, exploding into a sprint. A blast of air burst open behind him, and in the next second, the powerful body cultivator had already reached the side of the Little White Dragon!
His fist was raised high, and as it lifted, the blood-red veins all over his body brightened. Then, the bloody threads, like veins on the surface of the skin, swiftly gathered towards his punch arm. His fist grew imnsely large, on par with the Giant Rock Demon Fist!!
The colossal fist hamred down towards Bai Qi, and the trendous force instantly crushed everything around it into dust. However, as the crushing force reached Bai Qi, the white figure of the dragon suddenly blurred.
It was a residual image.
Dispersing in the midst of the punch.
Body cultivator Ming Lianjie turned his head and saw the Little White Dragon had flashed about a hundred ters away. He withdrew part of his punching power and launched another Sky-reaching Punch, aiming it at the Little White Dragon.
The punch whipped up a terrifying current of air, spiraling towards the spot where the Little White Dragon was.
Little White Dragon didn’t dodge this ti but instead countered the incoming gust with even more astonishing speed. Darting like lightning, he brought forth a violent wind that fully devoured the opposing punch’s vigor!
“Swoosh!!!!”
As it raced through the air, its claw blade erged, tucked away within the fleshy pads of its paws, only revealed for a fleeting mont. The execution of this clean Wind Sprint Dragon Claw was over in the blink of an eye.
Gliding behind Ming Lianjie, the blade of his claws was already withdrawn, leisurely turning around as if taking a stroll. Its eyes, full of discernnt and wisdom, gazed at his slow-reacting opponent.
Strands of hair tumbled down in disarray.
Ming Lianjie, with his huge fists, guarded his face, neck, and chest, oblivious to the fact that Little White had only given him a shave. His already sparse shiny hair suffered from Little White’s barbering claw, leaving Ming Lianjie’s head gleamingly bald.
It just so happened that he wore a kasaya-like half-shoulder garnt.
“Hahaha, so the Ming God Clan are all bald monks!!”
“This look suits you very well, Ming Lianjie. You’ll need to keep your desires in check from now on,” the green-dressed woman laughed most charmingly.
Others couldn’t help but laugh as well.
Being over thirty and still mingling among the younger generation was already a bit much for Ming Lianjie, and his thinning hair was probably related to his age and the dicinal baths he took. Now the last symbols of his youth atop his head had been shaved off by the dragon…
Not only the organizations beneath the God Clan who didn’t care for the Ming God Clan were amused, but even within the Ming God Clan, so tried to stifle their laughter, their faces red with the effort.
“Bai Qi, are you the devil?”
Zhu Minglang couldn’t help but cry and laugh. Did he co up with these malicious moves all by himself at such a young age?
“I’m going to peel off your dragon skin!!!” roared Ming Lianjie, yelling at Bai Qi.
Dignity!!
You’ve not just shaved off the monk’s hair, but dignity itself!
Ming Lianjie’s roar was comparable to that of so Ancient Dragons, the bloodthirsty aura surging from his throat like the montum of a flash flood!
Bai Qi still appeared as nonchalant as a cat playing with a ball of yarn.
He flapped his wings, the multiple layers allowing him to ascend quickly, and he could perfectly pause midair while being capable of executing multiple aerial feints in an instant!
Above the Great Competition Field, Little White Dragon left behind afterimages, moving at a speed that dazzled onlookers.
Ming Lianjie, furious and embarrassed, kept throwing punches at Little White Dragon. Each punch bristled with a surge of blood energy strong enough to punch holes through the thick clouds above.
But all he hit were afterimages of Little White Dragon. Suddenly, all of the dragon’s wings flared backward, streamlining perfectly with his slender white body, at which point his dive speed reached its peak, descending upon the Great Competition Field like a white thunderbolt.
Seeing Little White Dragon dive towards him, panic flickered across Ming Lianjie’s face. His body sank downward, his arms spreading wide like a drawn bow!!
“Sky Tiger Fist!!!!”
This punch, aid at the heavens, revealed Ming Lianjie’s entire body emitting a terrifying aura of blood energy. In the mont he swung his fist, the blood ford a bloodthirsty Bloody Sky Tiger that lunged ferociously at Little White Dragon.
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