Ultra: Dragon Sword Journey

The battle between the Victory Team and the Sukina Demon had already entered a fierce stage. Zhao Ming flashed and appeared on the battlefield like a ghost. His eyes were like those of a hawk, fixed on the Sukina Demon's figure. He shouted softly, "Dragon Sword, let's fight together! This is a life-and-death duel between swordsmen!"

With that, he suddenly drew the Dragon-Slaying Sword from his waist and declared, "Activate, Dragon Sword Key," "Dragon-Slaying Transformation." Instantly, a dazzling light streaked across the sky like lightning. A gigantic dragon, shimmering with aquamarine light, appeared, seemingly descending from myth. The dragon coiled and coiled, tightly surrounding Zhao Ming, like his most loyal guard.

Ryukendou's figure stood tall like a mountain, and colored energy surged like surging waves. His size rapidly grew to rival Sukinagi's. Holding a sharp blade, Ryukendou slashed at Sukinagi like a hurricane, each blow imbued with overwhelming force. Sukinagi roared in agony, his voice resounding through the air.

Long Jiandao's swordsmanship was simple and efficient. His thrusts were like venomous snakes emerging from their dens, accurately piercing Sukina's vital points and sending him reeling. Then, his slashes descended with the force of thunder, leaving deep wounds in Sukina's body and splattering green blood. Sukina attempted a counterattack, but Long Jiandao's lightning speed and immense strength rendered it powerless. Long Jiandao's slashes were unstoppable, like a hurricane's hurricane-force winds. Sukina's screams echoed across the battlefield, a mournful melody for his own defeat.

Under the fierce attack of Long Jiandao's swordsmanship, the Sukina ghost retreated in dismay. Its massive body was now covered in wounds, crisscrossed by sword marks. The gurgling green blood made it look even more ferocious and terrifying. However, these terrible injuries did not make the Sukina ghost fearful. On the contrary, its eyes burned with anger and it stared at its opponent, emitting bursts of low roars.

Sukina suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled out a massive sword from a hidden spot in the mountains! The sword radiated a chilling cold light, as if imbued with boundless power. Sukina gripped the hilt tightly and expertly wielded the massive sword, launching another fierce attack on Long Jiandao with overwhelming force.

Facing Sukina's ferocious counterattack, Ryu Kendo showed no fear. His gaze was resolute, his hands gripping the hilt of his sword, he counterattacked with even greater mastery. For a moment, the flashes of blades and shadows flashed endlessly, their moves intertwining and colliding like a whirlwind, sending forth countless dazzling sparks. The entire battlefield was enveloped in this fierce exchange, the atmosphere reaching a peak of tension.

In the midst of the fierce battle, Sukina suddenly paused, then tensed his muscles, raising the massive sword overhead. With a roar, Sukina swung his arm with all his might, and a powerful, tangible sword energy whistled out, like a giant dragon baring its fangs and claws, charging straight at Long Jiandao.

Seeing this, Long Jiandao didn't dare to delay even a little and quickly raised his sword to block the attack. With a loud clang, the two massive forces collided fiercely, stirring up a violent gust of air that sent flying sand and rocks flying all around, breaking all the grass and trees.

Although he successfully withstood Sukina's attack, Long Jiandao also felt unprecedented pressure. At this time, he and Sukina were in a stalemate, neither side gave in, and neither could easily break the deadlock.

At this critical moment, Long Jiandao suddenly recalled the words his teacher had once said to him: "The essence of kendo lies in the heart. Only when the mind is free of distractions can the true power of swordsmanship be unleashed." This sentence was like a bolt of enlightenment, and Long Jiandao understood it instantly.

Long Jiandao took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and calmed his mind. When he opened his eyes again, he found that only the figure of Sukina was left in his sight, and the sword in his hand had become lighter and more flexible.

Long Jiandao stood tall and straight, like a pine tree, firmly planted on the ground. His deep, piercing eyes, like blazing flames, fixed their gaze fixed on the terrifying Sukina ghost not far ahead. At that moment, Long Jiandao exuded a terrifying, heart-pounding aura. This aura, like a surging wave, continuously spread outward, as if threatening to engulf the entire world.

He tightly gripped the gleaming Dragon-Slaying Sword in his hand, demonstrating that he was continuously pouring his immense power into the blade. Gradually, his aura grew stronger and stronger, reaching a peak that ordinary people could hardly reach.

At this moment, Long Jiandao's low and majestic voice suddenly rang out on the originally silent battlefield: "Heaven-cutting Sword Technique!" These four words were like a thunderclap, suddenly exploding in the air, making people's eardrums hurt.

At the same time, Long Jiandao flicked his wrist, swung the Dragon-Striking Sword with the speed of a gust of wind and lightning. Instantly, a massive sword energy emerged, dozens of feet long, gleaming with dazzling light. It resembled a giant dragon swooping down from the heavens, its bloody maw open, revealing razor-sharp fangs and claws, roaring towards the Sukina ghost with devastating force.

Seeing this, the Sukina ghost was horrified. Its eyes widened like bells, and a deep roar erupted from its mouth. Then, it swung its enormous sword with all its might, trying to block Long Jiandao's shocking attack. Unfortunately, Long Jiandao was unleashing his most powerful sword technique, and its power was undoubtedly formidable.

When the sword energy and the blade collided, time seemed to freeze in that moment. Immediately afterwards, a resounding "boom" echoed through the heavens, shaking the surrounding mountains. Under this earth-shattering collision, the massive sword in Sukina's hand could not withstand the immense force and instantly shattered into countless fragments. These fragments, like meteors, streaked across the sky and shot off in all directions.

The Sukina ghost's massive, ferocious form trembled violently under the impact of the sword's sharp aftershocks, as if struck by a heavy hammer. With a piercing howl, its massive body flew backwards like a kite with its string cut, sending clouds of dust and shattering earth and rocks flying in its wake.

However, how could Long Jiandao let this evil Sukina go so easily? His figure flashed, like a flash of lightning across the night sky, and in an instant, like a ghost, he appeared before Sukina. At this moment, the Dragon Sword, tightly grasped in his hand, shone with a dazzling light, like a brilliant sun. With endless power, he swung it horizontally at Sukina with the force of thunder!

In an instant, two figures crossed each other, swift as the wind, dazzling the eyes. For a moment, the entire battlefield seemed to freeze, plunging into an eerie silence.

Just a moment later, the Sukina ghost's massive head suddenly fell from its neck without warning, landing heavily on the ground, raising a cloud of dust. Immediately afterwards, its headless body began to rapidly decompose, turning into countless black ashes that dissipated into the air.

But just when everyone thought the battle was over, something unexpected happened—Sukina's head suddenly jumped up, attempting to launch a final attack at Long Jiandao, who was close at hand! However, Long Jiandao was clearly prepared. With his quick eyes and feet, he launched a fierce kick at the leaping head. With a dull thud, Sukina's head was once again kicked far away.

"Hmph, I knew you wouldn't give up. Today is your death!" Long Jiandao snorted, his eyes as cold as ice. Then, a burst of incredibly powerful luminous magical energy suddenly erupted from his body. This energy continuously converged on the Dragon Slaying Sword in his hand, making the already brilliant blade even more dazzling.

The next moment, with a wave of Long Jiandao's arm, a giant dragon formed from pure holy light roared and soared into the air from the Dragon-Striking Sword, pouncing towards Sukina's head with its fangs and claws bared. This giant dragon of holy light exuded a holy aura, and from its mouth spewed blazing white flames, instantly enveloping Sukina's head.

Under the blazing white flames, the Sukina demon's head roared in despair, but it could not break free from the Holy Light Dragon's grasp. Before long, it was completely incinerated into a pile of ash, which drifted away in the wind and disappeared without a trace. Thus, this thrilling battle finally came to an end.

"Good!" With this shout, the members of the Victory Team cheered. To them, this situation was simply perfect - they had successfully defeated the enemy and didn't have to bother cleaning up the devastated battlefield.

Meanwhile, Dagu was absentmindedly thinking about something else. He had developed a strong interest in swordsmanship, and felt that no matter how powerful it was, the cool and handsome appearance of it was enough to attract people.

Elsewhere, Long Jiandao gazed quietly in the direction where Sukinagi had vanished, sheathing his Dragon-Slaying Sword. His eyes betrayed a deep weariness, having just endured a thrilling life-or-death struggle. Yet, amidst that exhaustion, a subtle glimmer of triumph shone. After an arduous and arduous battle, he had finally emerged victorious in the final showdown with Sukinagi.

At the same time, Zhao Ming, transformed into a human, walked with determined steps to the front of the Jinglong Temple. He bowed respectfully toward the temple and said loudly, "Master, I have fulfilled your mission. I have completely eliminated the Sukina ghost!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jinglong's gratified soul voice echoed from within the Jinglong Temple: "Well done, child. Your strength now far surpasses my master's in his youth. But remember, evil can never be completely eradicated. There may be even more difficult and arduous battles waiting for you in the future."

Hearing his teacher's teachings, Zhao Ming nodded solemnly and replied, "Disciple, I understand. I will work hard to cultivate my skills and do my best to protect this land that we love so much." After that, he bowed deeply to the Jinglong Temple again, turned and left, his figure gradually blending into the afterglow of the sunset in the distance.

Sunlight shone like golden fragments across the landscape as Zhao Ming and Da Gu were engaged in their daily training. Da Gu suddenly stopped, his eyes fixed firmly on Zhao Ming, and he spoke aloud, "I want to learn swordsmanship."

Zhao Ming was startled for a moment, then a delighted smile spread across his face, like a spring breeze. "Okay, no problem. Let's start with the basics!" He decided to teach Dagu the basics of chopping, stabbing, slashing, hacking, and picking.

Zhao Ming, wielding a wooden sword like a swift swallow, demonstrated a series of chopping movements. His nimble form slashed the sword through the air in a sharp arc, like lightning streaking through the sky. Dagu watched intently, his eyes filled with a thirst for swordsmanship, like a long-drought earth finally receiving a downpour. Then, like a dancing ancient swordsman, Zhao Ming demonstrated stabbing, slashing, hacking, and thrusting movements. Each movement flowed with fluidity and power, like the surging waves of the ocean.

Dagu eagerly picked up the wooden sword and began to imitate Zhao Ming's movements. At first, his movements were a little awkward, like a toddler's, but he remained undeterred. Instead, he diligently practiced over and over again. Zhao Ming stood by like a kind mentor, patiently guiding and correcting his posture and movements.

After a period of training, Dagu's swordsmanship improved rapidly. His chopping, stabbing, slashing, hacking, and thrusting movements became more and more skillful, as effortless as a butcher butchering an ox. He also gained in strength, like a tiger descending from the mountains. Zhao Ming watched Dagu's progress, his heart overflowing with joy, like the vast ocean.

"When you're false, make it real; when you're real, make it false. True and false, combine the real and the false." Zhao Ming spoke earnestly. A duel between masters is like a thrilling game. You must master the art of disguising yourself, no matter how many feints you employ. All your sword moves are geared towards that final, soul-stirring, killing thrust.

"Dagu, although Tiga doesn't have a physical sword, you can definitely start practicing from the ultimate realm—no sword in hand. When you reach the highest level of practice, you will be able to achieve true unity between man and sword, just like me."

Zhao Ming's eyes closed slightly, his body ablaze with light. Instantly, he gathered immense energy and transformed it into a dazzling, multicolored sword. With a soft shout, he thrust forward. The sword flew like lightning, striking a distant, massive rock with unerring accuracy. With a resounding boom, the boulder was pierced through, sending rubble flying and a cloud of dust rising.

Daiko's eyes widened, his mouth wide enough to fit an egg, his face a look of disbelief. He marveled inwardly: This... this is too incredible! They both inherited the power of light, so why is there such a huge disparity between their human forms? "It seems Tiga was raised by a stepmother. Magic, fighting, swordsmanship, nothing is as good as the other two Ultramen," Daiko thought to himself. (Camilla, try saying that again! Little Whip Warning)

"You know, what we have is the giant DNA inherited from the ancient times! This powerful gene is extremely malleable, which can make you get twice the result with half the effort when doing anything. If you use the words in martial arts novels to describe it, then you are simply a genius who is born to practice martial arts! So don't waste your unique talents and abilities in vain." Zhao Ming reminded Dagu earnestly.

Dagu was a stubborn person, always willing to act recklessly and fight tooth and nail. Especially in battle, if his red form couldn't quickly gain the upper hand, he would often find himself in a difficult and protracted struggle.

Dagu scratched his head and said a little embarrassedly: "Zhao Ming, I understand. It's just that I'm used to that style of play, and it's hard to change it all at once. But I will try my best."

Zhao Ming patted his shoulder and encouraged him, "I believe you can do it. In fact, in addition to combat skills, there is also a special ability that can be tapped." Dagu raised his head curiously.

"That's the ability to sense danger using Titan DNA. It's like a sixth sense. Before danger strikes, the ultra-ancient genes in your body will produce subtle fluctuations. If you can keenly capture these fluctuations and respond accordingly, it will be of great benefit in actual combat."

Dagu's eyes lit up, "So there is such a power, then how can I train to master it?"

"First, calm down and feel the presence of your own genes, just like searching for the deepest source of power within your body." Dagu immediately sat down cross-legged and tried the method Zhao Ming had suggested. After a while, he exclaimed in surprise, "I seem to feel a slight fluctuation." Zhao Ming smiled with relief, knowing that Dagu was on the right path to self-improvement.