"Leave!" Just as the two giant fists were about to hit him, Xin Yun suddenly shouted, and in an instant... Yinglong's right claw separated from his shoulder, and Yinglong swiftly retreated. At the sa ti, the Great Mud Dragon's massive fist collided with the space in front of his chest. If Yinglong had been even a fraction slower, his head might have been smashed to pieces.
Although Yinglong himself did not fear such an attack, even if his head were shattered, he could instantly regenerate. But one must not forget that Xin Yun was currently standing on Yinglong's head. If the dragon's head were crushed, Xin Yun's body would also be smashed to a pulp. If the man died, Yinglong naturally could not continue to exist.
"Heh heh heh heh..." Even though his strike missed, Wang Kui was only slightly shocked and then he chuckled nacingly. In his view, Yinglong, lacking an arm, was essentially crippled. With an arm missing, not only was his combat power affected, but even his mobility would be impaired. Xin Yun, who was already no match for him, was now almost certainly dood.
Not just Wang Kui, but almost everyone else thought the sa, except for the few who understood Xin Yun. Losing an entire arm was a severe injury. One must know... dragons fly in mid-air, where balance is most important. Once an arm is lost, balance is completely disrupted, affecting every aspect. Although Yinglong was not rendered incapable of fighting, his strength was greatly diminished.
As Wang Kui was delightedly contemplating how he would tornt Xin Yun next, Xin Yun hovered calmly in mid-air. With a wave of his right hand, a blue light flickered on Yinglong's right shoulder, and the muscles at the site of the wound began to twist and rapidly extend into a brand new right arm, identical to the original!
"What!" Seeing this, Wang Kui's laughter stopped abruptly. What was this all about? Hardly any ti had passed since he'd managed to sever the opponent's arm, and now the dragon had healed as if nothing had happened. Moreover, he could clearly feel that such damage was aningless to the dragon.
Although it was a Water Series giant dragon, Yinglong's usual form was not that of water. Instead, like other dragons, it was made of dragon scales, skin, flesh, blood, sinews, and so on—a physical body, not a liquid. Once a limb was severed, it would be very problematic, leading to blood loss and reduced combat effectiveness in all areas.
Therefore, everyone was surprised by Yinglong's seemingly effortless recovery of the wound. Many dragons had healing abilities, but none had seen or even heard of such a grotesquely powerful regenerative capability.
Leaving aside the astonishnt of others, Xin Yun was inwardly frowning. You see... Xin Yun had many combat techniques, but most were of an auxiliary nature with low destructive power. They were adequate against an opponent of the sa level, but absolutely ineffective against a far more powerful adversary.
Take Wang Kui, for example; techniques like Dragon Breath, water spheres, and acidic fog were utterly useless against him. Not only would they not harm him, but they would be absorbed by the Great Mud Dragon and converted into its own energy, spawning new Mud Dragons.
Xin Yun's only reliance was on Thunderbolt and Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. Even Qingying Waves couldn't be used because the energy accumulated by the waves was of the Water Series, which could also be devoured by the Great Mud Dragon.
However, following the recent attack, even the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms had proven ineffective. It wasn't that he couldn't strike the opponent, but once he hit, the opponent's body would cling to his arm like a lump of mud, making it impossible to escape unless he was willing to sacrifice the limb...
On the surface, Xin Yun seed to quickly condense a new arm after losing one, but in fact, the loss of his right arm ant significant energy depletion on top of the energy consud for regeneration. Although he hadn't suffered any damage to the core, continuing this way was clearly unsustainable.
As for Thunderbolt, although he hadn't tried it yet, Xin Yun knew that using Thunderbolt against an opponent of the sa level was undoubtedly feasible. Even Yi Luo Xiang and Yan Qingying would absolutely be unable to withstand it. However, if the opponent was significantly stronger than Xin Yun, Thunderbolt wouldn't be as terrifying. Before the opponent collapsed, Xin Yun's own energy would be exhausted first.
What to do? Should he start using the Sword of Slaughter Immortal now? No! Xin Yun was not willing to resort to that yet. Although all his combat skills were sealed by the opponent, Xin Yun had not yet despaired. He would not use the Treasure Sword if he could help it.
A thought crossed his mind, and Xin Yun's eyes suddenly bulged, and in an instant... a thick blue fog erupted throughout the arena, completely obscuring his and Wang Kui's figures.
"Damn it!" Seeing this, the surrounding students couldn't help but curse. Every ti they watched Xin Yun fight, there was always such a situation. Whenever it reached a critical mont, Xin Yun would always conjure up this blue fog, and everyone would be unable to see anything.
"Hmph!" Just as the acidic fog appeared, Wang Kui snorted coldly. In an instant... all of the fog seed to be devoured by sothing, violently swirling and twisting.
Under everyone's gaze, the blue fog transford into a huge blue vortex, roaring and converging towards one location. A trendous amount of fog gathered towards that spot and then disappeared.
Soon, clarity was restored, and to everyone's shock, the fog had been swallowed by the Great Mud Dragon. At that mont... the Great Mud Dragon had its mouth wide open, devouring the surrounding fog. As the fog disappeared in large quantities, the dragon's body visibly swelled, becoming even bulkier.
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