Chapter 650 - 298: The Despicable Old Man Ao’s Tactics

"Heaven-Howling Dog?"

Morales was evidently well-versed in the myths and legends of the Divine Continent, and immediately recognized the origin of this move.

"What is your relationship with True Monarch Erlang the Saint from those myths? Did you receive his inheritance?"

"Besides both of us raising dogs, there’s nothing else connecting us," Lu Wenwu replied truthfully.

He really wasn’t lying.

Mao Mao was the one who inherited from the Sun-Devouring Divine Monarch’s Heaven-Howling Dog, what does that have to do with the Invincible Tyrannosaurus War God, Lu Wenwu?

If there were any connections, they would be Mao Mao’s; he could not climb to such heights.

However, the truth is often misunderstood.

People only believe what they want to understand.

The expression Morales gave Lu Wenwu was as if he had been gravely insulted.

He poured a vial of healing potion into his mouth, angrily pointing at Mao Mao as it transformed into a living flame and merged into Lu Wenwu’s body, the fire in his eyes seemed ready to ignite the person before him.

You freaking used True Monarch Erlang the Saint’s skills right in front of me, and you say you have no connection to Erlang God?

Even the signature Human-Dog Fusion Style you learned, yet you still argue here?

Who would believe you!

The dragon flame on Morales became increasingly intense, a massive shadow of a black dragon slowly enveloped his figure.

The core of the Dragon Knight lies in that word "Fury."

Just like the Hulk.

The angrier one gets, the more powerful the unleashed force becomes.

Currently, Morales, who felt his intelligence had been insulted, was very angry, igniting the volcano within him without restraint, unabashedly releasing the power of the Dragon Knight.

He seemed like a volcano forced to endure for centuries, finally allowed to erupt today.

Even if what awaits him after the eruption is the inevitable doom of mountain collapse and ground cracking, he would die in this ultimate sublimation, justifying his existence in this world.

Lu Wenwu did not rush to attack; he simply watched the scene unfold before him.

His aura also soared, his power likewise surging.

The Blood Sea of Malice and the Merit Lotus Sea appeared behind him, like the intertwining of Hell and Heaven, as if the clashing of Extreme Yin and Extreme Yang.

Intense heat and chilling cold formed a distinct field of opposition in the Death Arena.

Two diametrically opposed forces collided, intertwined, and roared, centered around Lu Wenwu.

A powerful storm arose out of thin air, eradicating all impurities completely.

Suddenly, this terrifying storm pressed towards Morales, like a tsunami sweeping forth, as if Heaven itself was collapsing.

"Roar!"

Morales’s fury had already breached a certain limit, and in an instant, his tall and strong body expanded once more.

Heavy dragon scales covered him piece by piece, sharp and powerful dragon claws grew out.

He had completely transformed into the form of a black dragon!

Grim bone spurs stood upright, the blazing dragon breath surged out like Flame Burst Skill towards the approaching storm!

"Boom!"

In an instant, the Death Arena was enveloped by violent wind and flame.

If it were outside, without the suppression of the grand array from the Imperial Capital Safety Zone, just the mutual oppression and confrontation of these two auras would suffice to trigger celestial phenomena, utilizing the Power of Heaven and Earth to attack each other.

However, within the Safe Zone, except for official personnel, others could not possibly mobilize the Power of Heaven and Earth for battle.

Lu Wenwu grinned fiercely, stepping on the Fleeting Shadow, his body turning into a stream of light charging forward.

The black dragon that Morales had become was equally unwilling to show weakness, the dragon’s roar from its mouth was deafening, like a train rumbling and trampling the ground, charging fiercely.

"Good timing, good timing indeed!"

Lu Wenwu laughed heartily, as the Great Sun Tyrant Fist roared upon his fully grown right fist.

From within the Merit Lotus Sea, a dazzling golden sun rose, beams of golden brilliance burst forth like a thousand auspicious rays, akin to a celebration under heaven.

"Open!"

A punch smashed down, the extremely powerful fist collided with the massive black dragon’s torso.

A massive muffled sound ensued, forcing Morales’s fierce dragon car to a halt, the left front dragon claw bending into a terrifying angle.

The dragon scale at the center of the palm was blasted apart, the skin and flesh suddenly creating a hollow dent.

Great clumps of crimson dragon blood wearily flowed, dripping to the ground, rising up in black and red woven mist.

The temperature of the dragon blood was extremely high, like boiling hot oil.

"Roar!"

Morales, forced to stop, converted pain into strength, did not dodge or evade Lu Wenwu’s second punch coming at him.

The massive body turned, the sturdy dragon tail swept through the air like a Meteor Hammer with a whistling tear.

"Why are you roaring so loudly!"

Lu Wenwu laughed heartily, suddenly switching to defense in the midst of his attack, as if anticipating the opponent’s attack route, pressing his body down to the side.

When his body had lowered halfway, the sturdy dragon tail just barely missed him.

The premonition was flawless!

"Boom!"

Dragon claw and dragon tail collided, the resulting airwave directly shattered the earth!

Lu Wenwu merely retreated two steps, neutralizing the mighty blow with straightforward brute force.

In combat between dragons, any fanciful moves were mere embellishments.

Whether it be the Eastern True Dragon or the Western Giant Dragon, each possesses notable Magic Talent inheritance, holding unique Dragon Race Magic.

It is widely known that no matter which side’s Dragon Race, their own dragon scales possess incredible magic resistance.