One dodged swiftly, the other actively stepped forward; one lashed hard, the other crashed hard. The two forces collided, the void exploded, the crisp sound shaking the heavens, and the jaw-chilling sound of bones cracking echoed through the world.
Long Aotian let out a painful groan, his jaw shattered, blood splattering as his head spun around his neck.
It must be said, Long Aotian's flesh and blood were truly terrifying. Just this slap—if it had been Mo Luo Tianxing, Blood Fiend Demon Lord, and the others, they would have been blown apart on the spot.
In fact, if Long Aotian hadn't summoned the Dragon Spirit and possessed the power of the Nine Dragons, and had partially shed his power under passive defense, he might still have been killed by a single slap.
Long Aotian was completely stunned by the sudden slap, unable to tell which direction he was heading. He wildly swung his dragon spear by instinct.
"Bang!"
Long Aotian's arm shook violently, and the dragon spear flew out of his hand. One swung wildly, the other prepared for it. Long Aotian was completely crushed by Long Chen in terms of strength.
With one strike, Long Aotian was sent flying. Just as Long Chen was about to strike at Long Aotian's neck, his claw suddenly lunged straight for Long Chen's face.
It must be said, Long Aotian was incredibly strong. After such a delay, he actually regained his senses. In the face of danger, he tried to save himself, charging forward. Long Chen's dragon bone, the evil moon, was too long; at such close range, he couldn't cut him.
Long Chen snorted coldly and let go. The Dragonbone Evil Moon was thrown aside, and with a swift movement, he avoided the throat and blocked Long Aotian's claw with his shoulder.
"Pfft!"
Blood splattered. Even in the Azure Dragon Battle Body state, Long Chen's shoulder couldn't withstand Long Aotian's claw. Large chunks of flesh were torn off, blood pouring everywhere, causing everyone to cry out in shock.
Almost everyone on the entire Tianwu Continent knows of Long Chen's flesh and blood. Even divine weapons find it hard to cut through, yet it cannot withstand Long Aotian's claw. This shows that Long Aotian's strike is not only terrifyingly powerful, but must also contain some kind of terrifying divine ability.
Long Aotian tore off a large patch of Long Chen's flesh with a claw, then kicked fiercely at Long Chen's abdomen. His moves were lightning-fast, his moves unparalleled. Long Aotian was also a close-combat expert.
He kicked out, and Long Chen was determined to block. Long Aotian formed a hand seal with his other hand, and the dragon spear flying toward him like lightning was already flying toward him.
According to Long Aotian's plan, forcing Long Chen to retreat and reclaim the divine weapon would kill two birds with one stone. Next came a fierce storm of attacks to reverse the disadvantage.
But just as Long Aotian kicked out, his scalp suddenly tightened—Long Chen had already grabbed his long hair.
It turned out Long Chen hadn't blocked that claw precisely to grab his hair, using his shoulder injury to exchange for this opportunity.
Hair is not a body organ and poses no fatal threat to people, so Long Aotian didn't sense this move at all. When he succeeded, Long Chen succeeded as well.
After succeeding, Long Chen grabbed Long Aotian's hair and yanked it forward, then followed his familiar move: pulling back, pressing down, bending over, knee raises. His firm knee struck directly at Long Aotian's newly recovered nose.
With a loud "boom,"
Long Chen's knee slammed hard into Long Aotian's nasal bone. With a crack, the bridge shattered again, collapsing completely from the center of the nose bone.
Amid the splattering blood, sticky, semi-transparent liquid splattered out—likely snot and tears. The massive impact sent ripples across the void.
Seeing that scene, all the powerful figures, whether friendly or hostile, felt a tingling sensation in their noses. Although they hadn't taken the blow, they could basically feel the sting sensation.
Long Chen landed a strike, gripping his hair tightly with both hands, frantically pressing his head and raising his knees, the rhythm simple yet brutal.
"Bang!"
"Bang!" "Bang
!"
With every knee strike, the immense force made heaven and earth tremble. The heavy blow Long Aotian endured was unimaginable.
Seeing Long Aotian, this peerless prodigy, having his hair grabbed, the two showed no trace of a master, as if two local ruffians were fighting, but the momentum was simply overwhelming.
Watching Long Aotian take repeated heavy blows, everyone's scalps tingled. Even the Blood Fiend Demon Lord, Mo Luo Tianxing, and others shivered. At this moment, Long Chen was like a tyrannosaurus—perhaps only Long Aotian could withstand such power. If it were them, they wouldn't have been able to withstand it.
Long Chen's technique was simple and brutal, without any fancy moves, yet it was highly effective. Long Aotian struggled wildly, but his hair was grabbed. He couldn't break free, roaring angrily and clawing wildly.
Long Chen's arm was torn apart by his grip, but Long Chen ignored it completely, pounding his knee fiercely, each time more fierce than the last.
"Screw this bastard."
Guo Ran clenched his fists and shouted, watching Long Chen grab Long Aotian and beat him. Thinking back to Long Aotian's previous arrogance and overbearing, everyone felt both thrilled and satisfied.
"Clang" Suddenly,
the void shook violently, sparks flew, startling everyone. Looking up, they saw above Long Chen and Long Aotian's heads, the Dragon Bone Evil Moon and Dragon Spear clashing with a deafening roar.
"The two divine weapons have also made their move." People were shocked—could divine weapons break free from their master's control and fight fiercely?
You have to understand, the stronger the divine weapon, the less willing it is to be controlled, and it could devour its master at any moment.
Therefore, the stronger the divine weapon, the more absolute control it must have. For a divine weapon to fight on its own is extremely rare.
"Dang dang dang ..."
The Dragonbone Evil Moon surged with black mist across the sky. The dragon spears on the opposite side danced, and the two divine weapons fought fiercely. Each collision was like stars colliding, divine light spreading everywhere, the sound rumbling, equally fierce.
"Dang dang dang ..."
"Bang bang bang bang ..."
"Dang dang dang ..."
"Bang bang bang ...."
Divine weapons in battle, masters in duels—two different sounds of collision intertwined, creating an inexplicable rhythm that made everyone's expressions twist and turn. Could fighting really bring out some fun?
"Ao Tian, don't fight him in close combat. This little bastard comes from a thug background, his methods are low-handed, and he's been struggling countless times. If this keeps up, you'll suffer." Long Aotian's father, Long Qifeng, finally couldn't stand it anymore and shouted a warning.
Long Qifeng knew his son best. Long Aotian was a peerless genius cultivated by the Long family with all their resources, pouring in countless resources and effort.
Long Aotian's close-combat skills were definitely the strongest. Perhaps Long Chen noticed this and refused to struggle with him. Even if he got injured, he would grab his hair so that no one could use it, he grabbed his hair and hammered him relentlessly.
Long Aotian knew that to reverse the disadvantage, he had to break free from Long Chen's grasp, but Long Chen clung tightly to his hair and wouldn't let go.
If it were someone else, they could cut their hair to escape, but he couldn't. Every part of his body was covered with divine runes, even his fur was covered in runes. His hair was extremely tough, making it hard for divine weapons to sever. The runes on them were auxiliary runes that helped him master more spells and divine abilities.
Since Long Aotian was born, he had never encountered an enemy that scratched his hair, so he never thought about what to do in this situation. For a moment, he panicked and was beaten up by Long Chen, his head was about to be shattered, blood splattered, and he looked utterly disheveled.
"Long Chen, I want to tear you to pieces."
Sss!
Suddenly, blood splattered as Long Aotian broke free from Long Chen's palm and was sent flying. Everyone stared at Long Chen's large hand in shock.
On Long Chen's tightly gripped hair, there was a palm-sized piece of scalp on his face, and colorful blood was slowly dripping down his scalp. At that moment, everyone instinctively looked toward the top of Long Aotian's head.