The Legend of the Dragon King

Even though there was some disparity between their cultivation bases, the Golden Dragon King would certainly produce a suppressive effect on En Ci’s Holy Dragon martial soul. There was no doubt about that.

Tang Wulin had already broken through twelve layers of the Golden Dragon King’s seals. His Golden Dragon King aura had already reached an absolutely massive state. Under such circumstances, he was capable of putting En Ci under extremely intense stress with his bloodline. When they collided, En Ci would certainly be affected as well. Thus, Tang Wulin immediately unleashed his aura in its entirety as soon as the battle began, hoping that he could affect En Ci’s fighting capacity with his bloodline power from the start.

This was a battle of unmatched cultivation bases. Thus, he would certainly need to give it his all to achieve victory.

There was a shimmering stream of bright light. Tang Wulin clasped his hands together in front of his chest. Every time the radiance in his eyes changed, the air warped ever so slightly. His surging blood essence fluctuation gave out the impression of a giant dragon, elevating his aura to its peak.

In the challenge between someone with a lower cultivation base against a powerhouse with a high cultivation base, the most troublesome issue was that the weaker person would be suppressed by the opponent from the beginning. They could end up being dominated possibly from start to finish. Thus, Tang Wulin spared no effort, ignoring the amount of energy it required, as he unleashed his aura to prevent himself from being suppressed by the opponent.

Facing the monstrous aerated flames unleashed from Tang Wulin’s body, the Holy Dragon Douluo En Ci’s originally light yellow eyes brightened. A clear dragon’s roar blared from his body. One could see a white giant dragon rippling with golden radiance surging into the sky. The thick, heavy aura of light seemed to illuminate the entire world.

The dragon-form aura that arose from Tang Wulin’s body was mighty and monstrous, but it still appeared illusionary. Yet, the white giant dragon that arose from En Ci’s body looked just like his martial soul avatar. It was completely solid.

Even though the Light Holy Dragon was affected by Tang Wulin’s Golden Dragon King aura, the effects seemed minimal. It spread its wings out and gave out a stream of roars. It did not appear to be at a disadvantageous position judging by its imposing aura.

It had only taken one display to clearly show the disparity between their cultivation bases for all to see.

Tang Wulin had predicted this and he was not surprised at all. Meanwhile, he took the initiative to launch an attack at this moment.

With a flash, he charged toward En Ci akin like an arrowhead. The monstrous Golden Dragon King aura behind him immediately surged toward his body like rivers converging into the sea.

In that split second, Tang Wulin’s entire body turned golden. He was completely covered in shimmering golden scales. He had not launched his martial soul avatar, but his essence, energy and spirit had definitely elevated to their maximum already.

His right fist acted as a weapon as he moved at lightning speed and broke the sound barrier. With a loud booming noise, he arrived before En Ci in the blink of an eye like a golden cannonball.

Countless soul masters watching the battle drew a cold breath upon seeing his fist. What a terrifying speed and a fearsome sense of potency. He was capable of utilizing his aura and blood essence to this extent. Even ordinary Title Douluos were incapable of doing so!

Of course, ordinary Title Douluos could not do so because they were severely lacking in the spiritual power required to complete such a maneuver. However, Tang Wulin had done it. He had managed to perfectly fuse his strength and blood essence into one. When he threw a punch, he felt a sense of pleasure run through his body.

En Ci stood on the spot unmoving. There was no change to his facial expression either. He merely raised his right hand.

“Boom!”

It was as if he had gone through countless rehearsals when En Ci’s right hand blocked Tang Wulin’s right fist firmly.

With a loud booming noise, the golden scales that covered the surface of Tang Wulin’s right fist had an outburst. They both paused for a moment inside the arena. One could clearly see the link that formed between the fist and the palm. There was a monstrous shockwave rolling outward, visible to the naked eye.

The space inside the entire coliseum seemed to have warped for a moment. There was a brilliant flicker of light on the coliseum’s protective shield as the terrifying shockwave crashed into it.

‘Impressive boy. He’s so domineering! And so handsome!’

The eyes of countless female members of the audience were sparkling. The impressively masculine aura of the collision was irresistible to the vast majority of women.

When his fist struck the opponent’s palm, Tang Wulin felt like he was looking up at a mountain peak. The opponent was just like a mighty mountain that could not be moved. He did not budge even after being punched by Tang Wulin.

The violent collision resulted in a momentary pause for both of them, and Tang Wulin’s body shrank in size ever so slightly. He turned around at lightning speed as he swung out his right foot, mimicking the movements of the Golden Dragon Wags Tail.

He decided that he dared not unleash his energy when he was fighting against En Ci, as it was impossible to move the Limit Douluo by doing so. Thus, he contained all of his energy inside his body and relied on his superhuman physical strength to launch the attack. He believed that En Ci would never dodge because of his pride. That would be his chance.

En Ci’s right palm, which had blocked his punch in front of his body, moved horizontally to shield his side. His hand collided with Tang Wulin’s calf and another shockwave rolled through the air once again. The sound of exploding energy made many spectators close their eyes. How formidable was their strength? It seemed that this was just as powerful as the pounding of the giant hammer from the previous day.

Tang Wulin moved about continuously on the same spot. The golden radiance of his body glowed brighter and brighter. His four limbs were his strongest weapons. Every collision struck En Ci’s side and resulted in loud, powerful explosions.

En Ci’s hands were akin to two door planks or perhaps two shields. No matter how ferocious Tang Wulin’s attacks were, En Ci remained standing on the same spot, blocked him over and over again. He did not appear to show any weakness at all when withstanding the attacks. If not for the explosions in the air causing the protective shield surrounding the entire competition arena to burst out with sparkling halos, it was difficult for people to tell that this was an epic showdown between two powerhouses.

Neither of them had unleashed their soul skills. The battle was carried out in the clash strategy and brute strength in a simple and direct manner.

Only a true powerhouse could tell that this type of confrontation was the most terrifying and dangerous. If En Ci failed to withstand the attacks, he would be instantly pulverized by Tang Wulin.

However, it was apparent that that would not be the case. The power of En Ci’s defense was just like how Tang Wulin felt in the beginning, as high as a mountain’s peak. En Ci remained unmoved, standing in the same spot, no matter how Tang Wulin attacked him.

In Tang Wulin’s judgment, it did not seem like En Ci would falter as he continued to withstand his attacks. He had not seen any sign of En Ci’s Light Holy Dragon Bloodline being affected by his Golden Dragon King Bloodline either.

Tang Wulin was unaware that Long Yue’s Mountain Dragon King bloodline was actually superior to En Ci’s Light Holy Dragon if they were purely comparing bloodlines. Thus, he always sensed the change in Long Yue’s bloodline in the past, resulting in his potent adaptability which exceeded the majority of soul masters with dragon-type martial souls.

Tang Wulin’s Golden Dragon King bloodline was much more powerful than Long Yue’s Mountain Dragon King Bloodline, but his cultivation base was still far weaker than En Ci’s. In addition to the Holy Dragon Douluo’s preparation, he had yet to affect En Ci at this level.

A series of twenty-eight blasts were fired. Golden radiance shimmered freely while golden dragon scales bloomed all over his body. Tang Wulin could not help pausing for a moment, despite his great strength.

An ordinary person would not be able to sustain a bombardment of such magnitude. Only someone with his physical capabilities could withstand the process.

It was during this momentary pause that the Holy Dragon Douluo on the opposite side finally launched his attack.

He had only raised his right hand in a simple manner and touched a finger against Tang Wulin.

There was no burst of smoke, fire, energy nor any majestic aura unleashed. However, Tang Wulin felt like he was confronted by Old Tang’s Thousand Accusing Fingers for the first time when he felt En Ci’s touch.

When confronted by En Ci’s finger, he had nowhere to hide while all his escape routes in seemed to turn into mountains caving in on him.