Douluo Continent: I, Tang Wulin, a Kamen Rider

Chapter 161 Too lazy to speak, let the raging fire draw its sword!

"Come on, let's fight again!"

"Dragon blood erupts, blood energy returns!"

"Roar!"

Accompanied by the dragon's roar of the martial spirit, the blood dragon's aura, which had just been weakening, returned.

Like a dragon that has been dormant for thousands of years awakening in a single day, it broke through the nine heavens and once again soared wildly.

At that moment, his spirit rings rose into the air and then exploded one by one, their light as dazzling as the blazing sun.

Meanwhile, on the other side were the corpses of those Soul Masters who had just fallen and were still warm.

It also exploded into a sky full of blood mist as the Blood Dragon Soul Ring shattered, turning into pure essence blood that poured into the Blood Dragon's body like a surging torrent.

In the blink of an eye, her face, which had just been deathly pale and looked utterly defeated due to excessive blood loss, was gone.

It regained its rosy glow, and even its severed right arm instantly regenerated amidst the flashes of blood, completely intact.

Indeed, in the blink of an eye, Blood Dragon refined and absorbed the essence blood from those corpses, returning himself to his peak state, like a demon god reborn from the ashes.

However, this defying-the-natural act came at a price: his once fiery red hair had been quietly replaced by a head full of snow-white hair.

Such a recovery speed, far exceeding anything seen before, along with an increase in strength and aura.

It was Blood Dragon who, based on the essence and blood attributes of his own martial soul, used the burning of his own origin as a catalyst, and further enhanced it with the powerful drive of the Holy Spirit Sect's secret technique of exploding rings.

He named this desperate, all-or-nothing mode "Dragon Blood Burst"!

Knowing full well that he was at his wit's end and certain to die, Blood Dragon, driven by the resentment and unwillingness that roared like a demon in his heart, resolutely chose to fight to the death!
The result of him blowing up his spirit ring and burning his own essence and martial spirit was that he would surely die after the battle.

But in exchange for these terrible side effects, they brought about an all-round improvement in their own strength that far exceeded their previous abilities!

Simply put, he is now terrifyingly strong!
But at that moment, an ethereal chanting voice seemed to travel through time and space.

"The Legend of the Seven Swordsmen!"

"laugh!"

In an instant, the longsword pierced the air, and seven sword shadows, like a rainbow spanning the sky, flew towards the blood dragon with lightning speed, carrying a chilling sword intent.

Blood Dragon's gaze was fierce as he stared at the seven rainbow lights that were rushing towards him with overwhelming force.

Surprisingly, he stood still without flinching.

"laugh!"

With a sharp whooshing sound, the Seven Swords moved like nimble cats catching mice.

The needle pierced the Blood Dragon with perfect precision, instantly piercing through his body. The sight was like a string of candied hawthorns on a bamboo stick, appearing quite bizarre and tragic.

Surprisingly, the Blood Dragon was only propelled backward a few steps by the powerful impact before regaining its balance.

That's right, even though his body was pierced by seven swords, he still survived!
Blood Dragon slowly reached out and ripped the gleaming Rainbow Sword from between his brows, gripping it tightly in his palm.

Immediately, he looked up to the sky and roared, letting out a maniacal and ferocious laugh, a laugh full of unbridled arrogance.

"Hehehe, useless, useless, I am immortal now!"

"Behold me, my life force has returned!"

In an instant, it was as if a surging sea of ​​blood energy within his body had burst its banks.

Endless blood energy erupted like a raging torrent, carrying an overwhelming force that violently shook away the six longswords stuck in other parts of his body.

At the same time, the hideous wound between his eyebrows, as well as the wounds pierced by the other six swords, healed rapidly at a speed beyond human imagination.

In the blink of an eye, it had recovered completely, smooth as a newborn baby's skin, with only traces of blood remaining to prove the terrifying sword wound it had just suffered.

Undoubtedly, having absorbed the blood and essence of many people, the Blood Dragon's strength has now been terrifyingly enhanced in every aspect.

Its recovery ability is simply phenomenal, as if it has activated a temporary invincible shield that locks in health.

It can be said that as long as the vast amount of essence and blood he has refined and absorbed from everyone in his body has not been exhausted, then no matter how serious his injuries are, he can recover quickly under the nourishment of the blood and qi.

But at this moment, Tang Wulin, who was following closely behind the Seven Swords, appeared like a ghost.

Blood Dragon looked up and saw Tang Wulin, as if time had reversed and history had repeated itself, wielding a blazing fire sword and slashing fiercely at him with immense force.

However, at this moment, the Blood Dragon Venerable felt no fear whatsoever; instead, he felt a surge of inexplicable excitement and joy.

With a sudden flick of his wrist, he tossed the Changhong Sword aside with a crisp clang.

Then, he squatted down slightly, exerted force in his waist, and like a primordial beast that had been dormant for a long time and was about to emerge from the mountains, he threw a punch with all his might.

This punch, imbued with his boundless resentment and newly acquired power, roared with fury and filled with overwhelming resentment!

It was his signature move – the Vengeful Dragon Fist!
"boom!"

When fists and swords clashed, the heavens and earth seemed to tremble in an instant.

A tremendous impact and a surge of blood energy, like a raging tsunami, carrying intense pressure, erupted wildly in all directions.

Wherever it went, the surrounding ground cracked instantly, like fragile paper, with the cracks spreading and crisscrossing like a spider web.

Immediately afterwards, a large area of ​​land collapsed with a roar, raising clouds of dust that obscured the view.

But Blood Dragon, who was in the eye of the storm and fiercely confronting and struggling against Tang Wulin, completely disregarded the terrified gazes and feelings of the people around him.

At this moment, he felt only a surge of power within him.

At this moment, he could clearly feel the surging power within his body, a power that made him incredibly confident, as if he had no rivals in the world.

It should be noted that in past encounters, his fist had been easily cleaved in two by Tang Wulin's sword, but now, the situation is completely different.

At this moment, looking at the suffocatingly powerful force emanating from the Flame Sword in front of him, Blood Dragon's lips curled up slightly, revealing a ferocious grin.

His other hand quickly bent, his five fingers like sharp dragon claws, carrying an aura of tearing everything apart, and went straight for Tang Wulin's chest.

However, Tang Wulin seemed to be able to foresee the situation and had anticipated his every move.

Tang Wulin's left hand was slightly clenched, as if responding to some mysterious power in the void.

Immediately afterwards, the Rainbow Sword, which Blood Dragon had just discarded not far away, seemed to be drawn by some powerful force.

In an instant, it transformed into a dazzling stream of light, slicing through the sky and dust like lightning, and automatically flew back into Tang Wulin's left hand.

The next second, Tang Wulin's eyes blazed, and he swung his Rainbow Sword upwards, the blade slicing through the air with a sharp whistling sound.

At the same time, an ultimate sword intent awakened from the Changhong Sword, accompanied by the howling wind and raging flames!

It was as dazzling as the rising sun, bursting forth from the Rainbow Sword.

In an instant, the Long Rainbow Sword shone brightly, its dazzling rainbow light like a brilliant sun!
In an instant, it illuminated the battlefield shrouded in darkness and bloodshed, including the blood dragon's eyes.

"laugh!"

With a roar of flames and howling wind, Blood Dragon felt a sharp pain in his left arm. He watched helplessly as his arm, along with its incredibly sturdy battle armor, was mercilessly severed by the Rainbow Sword, as if history itself had just replayed itself.

But unlike before, he could only see a glimpse of a sword before.

Now he can see Tang Wulin's movements in their entirety, as well as the dazzling rainbow sword.

However, being able to see something doesn't mean your body can react accordingly.

Under Tang Wulin's fluid and skillful swordsmanship, Blood Dragon was powerless to fight back and had his left hand severed.

However, before Blood Dragon could continue to be shocked, Tang Wulin took advantage of Blood Dragon's left hand disappearing.

The defense was instantly exposed with a huge opening, and the moment the gate was wide open, the long rainbow sword in his hand slashed down again without mercy.

This sword strike was as fast as lightning and as powerful as a viper emerging from its hole, showing no mercy and severing the Blood Dragon's right arm, which was locked in a fierce struggle with the Flame Sword.

In an instant, Blood Dragon lost both arms, and blood gushed out from the severed wounds like a fountain.

However, Tang Wulin remained expressionless, like a cold iceberg, showing no emotion whatsoever.

He moved with agility, like an incredibly nimble cat, and with astonishing insight and combat talent, he keenly seized this fleeting opportunity.

Immediately afterwards, with astonishing speed, he precisely inserted the Flame Sword back into the driver with his right hand.

"Ultimate Read!"

The driver's chanting was as loud as a bell, shaking the soul.

"Fiery Blade Draw! Tyrannosaurus Rex Goat Seven Swordsmen! Three-Book Slash! FFF Fire!"

The raging flames leaped and burned on the sword blade like a nimble sprite, as Tang Wulin danced with the skill of an artist.

"boom!"

At this moment, the Rainbow Sword and the Flame Sword seemed to be instantly infused with vibrant souls in Tang Wulin's hands.

In an instant, they transformed into two deadly streaks of light, dazzling and sharp.

Sword shadows crisscrossed, moving nimbly with Tang Wulin's movements, like a divine brushstroke freely traversing and shifting across the Blood Dragon's body.

Each swing brought with it a chilling gust of wind and the whistling of a sword, like the howl of death.

In the blink of an eye, the once incredibly sturdy and supposedly indestructible battle armor on Blood Dragon's body was destroyed.

Under Tang Wulin's exquisite swordsmanship, which was as skillful as a butcher dissecting an ox, it was cut into pieces and scattered on the ground like a celestial maiden scattering flowers.

The Blood Dragon's body was riddled with holes, covered by countless crisscrossing, deep sword wounds that revealed the bone.

The wounds resembled the gaping maws of a ferocious beast, dripping with blood and a gruesome sight.

The scene was like a scroll of hell slowly unfolding on earth, sending chills down one's spine and filling one with dread.

Of course, under the intense, overwhelming pain, Blood Dragon finally managed to recover from the dizziness caused by the excruciating pain.

His pupils contracted sharply, flashing with madness and resentment, and he immediately threw his head back and let out a frenzied roar.

"Ah, my vitality has returned!"

The next second, something miraculous happened. His flesh and blood seemed to have a self-awareness and began to slowly writhe, with a dense blood aura erupting out like a volcanic eruption.

His body recovered rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The blood at the wound stopped flowing quickly, as if flowing backwards, and even the severed arms slowly regenerated in a strange twisting and stretching.

However, Tang Wulin remained silent, focusing solely on the movements of his Flame Sword and Rainbow Sword.

His swordsmanship became increasingly fierce, and his sword strikes grew more and more intense, like surging waves!
One wave higher than the next, layer upon layer, continuous and unbroken, each wave stronger than the last!
And those arms that had just regenerated were once again mercilessly severed like fragile, withered branches under his storm-like sword strikes.

The wound, which had just barely stopped bleeding, was torn open again, and the wound was so deep that the white bone was visible.

Even the Blood Dragon's attempt to launch a counterattack based on its blood energy burst was completely burned away in mid-air by a burst of flames spewed from the ram's head that automatically protected Tang Wulin's chest, turning it into nothingness.

The battle between the two seemed to have reached a stalemate.

One of the blood dragons kept shouting for its blood energy to return, trying to restore itself.

"The blood and energy return! The blood and energy return! The blood and energy return!!!"

Tang Wulin, on the other hand, remained silent, only wielding his sword.

"laugh!"

soon.

With a long "whoosh!" sound, like the echoing of a ghost's cry, or a sword's roar that could tear through the void, the delicate stalemate was suddenly broken.

Tang Wulin appeared as if he had broken free from the shackles of gravity and was hurtling towards the distant horizon, his body enveloped in dazzling rainbow light and accompanied by howling winds.

With an unstoppable and overwhelming momentum, it swiftly passed right in front of the blood dragon.

His posture was as upright as a pine tree, and his movements were smooth and natural, like flowing clouds and water, yet he carried a chilling and awe-inspiring aura.

"A genius of your caliber, with such extraordinary talent, is so unknown. This is completely out of character for Shrek Academy members who love to show off and act like hypocrites..."

"So who... really are you?!"

When faced with Blood Dragon's final question, Tang Wulin remained silent, just as before.

"Ha, you're too lazy to talk to someone like me?"

Seemingly sensing Tang Wulin's attitude towards him, Blood Dragon's lips curled into a self-deprecating smile.

At the same time, a flood of memories from the past rushed into my mind in that instant.

I still remember the dark and gloomy years in that orphanage, when he was like an abandoned child, mired in endless bullying every day.

Those weak and helpless creatures could only cower in the cold, damp corner.

Trapped in heavy shackles of humiliation and hardship, like a snail carrying a heavy shell, they moved step by step, enduring each long and agonizing day and night.

Unforgettable is the powerful martial spirit that he awakened when the dawn of his destiny first appeared.

In an instant, it was as if they had crossed the insurmountable class divide that had stood before them.

The excitement and ecstasy he felt at that moment were like dazzling fireworks bursting in his heart, illuminating the depths of his soul and making him so excited that he lost his way home.

Even more so, there are those who, relying on their own martial spirit, experience the exhilarating joy of settling scores.

Those adults who used to haunt him like nightmares and bully the weak, now tasted the pain and torment they had inflicted on him with their powerful counterattack.

At that moment, the thrill of revenge surged through his body like a raging electric current, unstoppable.

It made every pore of his body rejoice, immersing him in the ultimate pleasure of revenge.

(End of this chapter)