One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

An Shelie stared intently at Su Heng before him, and in his trance, it was as if he saw himself a thousand years ago.

Equally spirited and fearless.

Firm in his belief that he was the strongest.

Until failure descended upon his crown.

Experiencing betrayal, watching the city he built crumble, his army routed, his people slaughtered mercilessly, and the warriors who had sworn loyalty to him falling one after another. Blood flowed like rivers, and the horrific spectacle of corpses strewn everywhere.

Only when such a moment arrived could he truly feel that he was just so-so.

Did that failure change him?

Perhaps...

But An Shelie would not refuse a challenge.

"You better think this through." An Shelie’s mouth slowly twisted into a rough smile, appearing on his narrow face with a long knife scar, "If you die, that’s the end of everything. You haven’t reached the realm beyond Heavenly Deceit, you won’t get a second chance."

"If I fall, that just proves I’m a man who can go no further."

Su Heng’s breath was ragged, "Yes or no, my patience is limited."

"Fine!" An Shelie nodded.

In the next instant, he lifted his hand, fingers spread, and then clamped down with force.

The severely torn Dragon Guards exploded, the dense Dragon Blood that was almost a blazing gold color, once residing within them, now converged like streams and returned to An Shelie’s body. Nourished by this high-purity Dragon Blood, a section of Dragon Marrow on An Shelie’s spine surged with life.

In an instant, An Shelie’s aura surged wildly, like a golden sun illuminating the earth, bright enough to blind ordinary people.

Crack!

He stepped forward.

The whole secret realm trembled with a hum, as if unable to bear the vast power.

The ground broke and cracked, the arched hall shook violently. Large chunks of stone mixed with precious colored glaze crystals fell from the ceiling, and the coiling dragon pillars in the center of the hall collapsed one by one, spewing clouds of dust while exploding with thunderous noise.

Hisss!

A beam of golden light, sharp as a blade, pierced through the rolling dust.

Then came a second, and a third beam, until a dazzling golden figure flashed out, delivering a wildly exaggerated punch towards Su Heng.

The punch hadn’t yet landed on Su Heng’s body.

The Condensation of Dragon Power, intense and heavy, came rolling over like a tsunami.

Su Heng’s expensive fur coat fluttered wildly in the wind, even torn to pieces by the punch, disappearing like smoke.

"Hahaha!"

Su Heng’s eyes burst with blood vessels, spreading toward his cheeks.

A look of wild joy and excitement filled his face, how long had it been since he encountered an opponent worthy of his full strength!

"This is the legendary Eight-Armed Dragon King, this is the full power of Dragon Blood!"

Boom!

Su Heng’s gaze was greedy and fervent.

His body swelled and darkened rapidly, his arms forcefully blocking in front.

Like an immensely powerful missile smashing down from nowhere, a crater more than ten meters in diameter exploded beneath Su Heng’s feet.

The two equally fierce and zealous forces collided, sweeping out like a volcanic eruption, and instantly tearing a visible void above the secret realm. ṚÂɴȪꞖĚʂ

Hisss!

Red light emanated from Su Heng’s arms.

For the first time since awakening the Transformed Dragon State,

His Scale Armor Defense was penetrated, the dark scales shattered and embedded into the muscle beneath, as strands of fresh blood seeped out.

Boom!

Su Heng’s arms flexed with force, and the muscles expanded.

The embedded black scales shot out like dark darts.

An Shelie dodged to the side.

Then a large hand broke through the air and grabbed his face.

All five fingers squeezed at once—boom!

A shoulder throw followed, smashing down hard, creating another massive hole in this hall symbolizing infinity.

The moment he collided with the ground, An Shelie’s muscles tensed, and he sprang up.

Not only his cultivation and robust physique, but An Shelie’s skills were equally sublime.

He rolled away from Su Heng’s pillar-like punishing kick.

Then he sank his weight and pounced forward with the force of a hunting tiger.

The two five-meter-tall giants now both exhibited the incredible agility of a feline. An Shelie, with arms as thick as dragon pillars, pressed down hard on Su Heng’s sturdy waist, his veins bulging hideously, attempting to drag this fearsome opponent into a ground fight with the speed of a lightning strike.

An Shelie came from Tarkas Prairie, also known as "Dragon Abyss."

From the time he had memory, he began wrestling, an art so mastered and deeply ingrained in An Shelie’s muscles that it became an instinctual part of him.

As long as he could drag Su Heng into his domain,

An Shelie was confident that he would never rise again.

Of course, he was not successful.

Su Heng’s power defense was still slightly stronger than An Shelie’s current level, but the gap was not wide enough to be crushing.

The main reason was the thick tail behind Su Heng.

Segmented joints extended outward one by one.

Perhaps due to practicing the Dragon Shedding Blood Refining Method, the originally pitch-black tail was now covered with a layer of dark red, like metal scorched by raging fire, both in strength and explosiveness far surpassing the past.

With a "snap" of his dragon tail, the ground exploded and Su Heng’s staggering body regained balance.

Instead, An Shelie was thrust into danger.

A dazzling red light rapidly expanded in the Dragon King’s pupils as he tried to withdraw, but Su Heng’s dome-like hands pressed down on his shoulders.

Bang!

A piercing pain came, and a burst of blood erupted from An Shelie’s chest.

Su Heng had intended to directly pull out the heart of the Eight-Armed Dragon King and then snap his spine.

But the armor on An Shelie, forged from who knows what material, was unbelievably hard. Amid the clear sound of metal clashing, Su Heng only managed to tear off a piece of pitch-black metal, taking some flesh with it.

Boom!

Energy burst forth from An Shelie’s body, his muscles contracting like a fierce dragon.

Su Heng couldn’t maintain control, and the two parted ways once more.

"You practiced the Dragon Shedding Blood Refining Method of mine," An Shelie said with surprise lingering on Su Heng, then he gave a cold laugh, "Too bad, without Dragon Blood, you can never grasp its essence."

"Heh!" Su Heng applied force with his tail claw, crushing the armor piece with a bang.

"Blasting you apart is enough," Su Heng sneered.

"Don’t be too happy just yet!" An Shelie laughed heartily, followed by a sky-shaking dragon’s roar, "Burst Blood!"

Hisss!

The formidable healing ability of Dragon Blood was once again on display.

In practically the blink of an eye, the wound on An Shelie’s chest had completely healed.

At the same time, the segments of his armor opened, and from the gaps, thick smoke smelling of sulfur along with gas burst out, emitting a sharp whistle like a train whistle.

And surrounding An Shelie’s body, with the rapid rise of temperature, even the air began to warp as searing heat waves radiated face-on.

"Dragon Flash!"

An Shelie took a step forward, and his body vanished in an instant.

His spine exerted force, propelling him into the air, and his armor-covered legs slashed down on Su Heng’s head like a battle-axe.

Su Heng moved his hand upward to block, preparing for a counterattack. But the anticipated strike did not arrive, and with a rapid thought, he realized something was terribly wrong.

He instinctively shifted his stance to defend, but he was still a step too slow.

An Shelie appeared beside Su Heng and kick unimaginably whipped towards his waist.

Amid the enormous noise of the air exploding, Su Heng’s towering figure was shot out like a cannonball.

Half of his body was numb, seemingly out of control.

"Skeleton Dragon Armor!" Su Heng’s already formidable stature was once again covered with a layer of black armor, looking like a moving majestic mountain, or like a killing machine armed to the teeth.

Three thousand tons of immense force descended without explanation, arresting Su Heng’s momentum in midair.

His two legs thick as pillars plunged straight into the ground, leaving a radius of three hundred meters shattered and sunken, with the air around him distorting.

Su Heng increased his "Gravity Sense" to the limit.

He could capture An Shelie’s trajectory, but it was still difficult to keep up.

The three thousand tons of gravity provided by Skeleton Dragon Armor would be enough to mire an ordinary Heavenly Deceit expert in the mud, unable to move. But for a monster like An Shelie, with Dragon Blood and physical might on par with Su Heng, the effect was really not significant.

An Shelie’s speed had slowed down somewhat, but in Su Heng’s perception, he could still leave behind seven or eight afterimages.

Like being swept by a black storm.

The scales on Su Heng’s body continuously exploded and shattered, some places even splattering blood.

Though it appeared he was in a sorry state, the actual damage was not significant. Through various circumstances, Su Heng’s defensive power was exceptionally remarkable, coupled with the formidable vitality brought about by the blood mutation.

The injuries caused by An Shelie were quickly healed, and as the aggressor, An Shelie’s physical exertion was greater.

But Su Heng did not wish to engage in a war of attrition.

He gave up his advantage, opting for a head-on approach.

"Fire Sect — ’Red Earth Searches for the Sun’!"

Roar!

Within the pitch-black storm, Su Heng let out a long howl towards the sky.

The pitch-black scales on his body became dangerous dark red as if melting, and dark golden flames followed the crevices in the armor, crawling all over his body.

Beams of crimson light burst outward as his energy surged. In an instant, a heaven-piercing, terrifying pillar of flame erupted, reaching towards the sky.

Heat waves swept across, rolling towards them.

Everything within the palace was melting, and those black columns sustaining the dome collapsed like candles, turning into dark red liquid. Then, like a breached river, they flowed out recklessly, the ground burbling and boiling, spewing bubbles, sulfur, and dense smoke.

With Su Heng’s full-force outburst, the entire battlefield’s environment was forcibly altered.

It was as though they were plummeting into the deep abyss of the earth’s heart.

Lava spread, and the area they could stand on became smaller and smaller; An Shelie had to stop on a lone island. Looking at the pitch-black, imposing silhouette enveloped in thick smoke and fierce fire, his golden pupils carried an indelible shock, "Such a monster..."

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