Chapter 0861: Dragon Transformation

Chapter 0861: Becoming the Dragon

Long Chuanwu had previously lost the Celestial Dragon's soul, for which he was severely reprimanded and even publicly slapped twice. For him, it was utter humiliation.

Thus, today, he was filled with resentment, vowing to crush Qin Yun!

"As long as I win, Rujing will be completely mine, and I can reclaim the dragon soul!" Long Chuanwu clenched his fist, crackling with power, waiting for the fight to begin.

*Dong!*

The bell finally rang—the fight was on!

In the very first instant, Long Chuanwu blitzed toward Qin Yun.

Yet, in that same fleeting moment, Qin Yun suddenly vanished!

*Boom!*

Long Chuanwu's punch, accompanied by a dragon's roar, struck forward, while the dragon behind him also surged ahead!

But he whiffed completely!

The spectators gasped in shock, never expecting Qin Yun to be so fast.

"Quit hiding, coward!" Long Chuanwu roared in fury, the golden dragon behind him echoing his rage.

Suddenly, Qin Yun reappeared, descending from the sky!

As he fell, Ling Yuner unleashed a crushing wave of Super Gravity.

The moment that overwhelming force pressed down, Long Chuanwu felt immense pressure.

"Don't even think about it!" Long Chuanwu snarled, his body trembling as the golden dragon behind him flashed with golden light, tearing through the Super Gravity.

This blindsided Qin Yun. He quickly released the Pain Divine Arts!

The strongest Pain Divine Arts instantly surged into Long Chuanwu's body!

During their previous Tournament, Long Chuanwu had suffered from this pain, which had led to his defeat when he couldn't endure it.

But now, having just consumed *Celestial Dragon blood*, his power was terrifyingly strong—enough to resist even the most excruciating agony!

Long Chuanwu let out an agonized bellow that split the air, while the golden dragon behind him shot forward, slamming into Qin Yun.

*Boom!*

Qin Yun, still mid-fall, was struck head-on by the dragon and got launched across the arena.

Both the Super Gravity and Pain Divine Arts had failed—something Qin Yun never anticipated!

"Hahaha... You pathetic fool who only relies on weak-ass tricks! Now you finally understand how useless those petty skills are in the face of absolute power, don’t you? You’re done!" Long Chuanwu cackled wildly, striding toward Qin Yun with arms spread wide, riling up the crowd.

"Long Chuanwu, invincible! Long Chuanwu, invincible!"

The spectators roared in unison, their voices louder than ever, rattling everyone to the core! The crowd went wild.

After being slammed by the dragon, Qin Yun landed on the ground. He stood up calmly, his face stone-cold, unshaken by Long Chuanwu's imposing aura or the roaring chants around him.

"Baldy, my dragon could wipe the floor with you!" Long Chuanwu sneered. "Kill him!"

The golden dragon transformed from the King Dragon totem suddenly stretched to a hundred meters long, becoming a colossal dragon that overshadowed the arena.

"Bald bastard, I'm going to cripple you!"

The dragon opened its maw and unleashed a golden bolt of lightning at Qin Yun.

KABOOM!

A thick golden lightning strike crashed onto the ground, shaking the entire Tournament arena.

Qin Yun dodged the lightning, then swiftly extended his two fingers, firing a black beam.

"Heaven-Piercing Finger, Second Strike—Finger That Splits Mountains!"

The black beam shot from his fingers resembled an elongated blade, soaring upward before slashing rapidly at the dragon!

SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!

The totem-born golden dragon was instantly sliced into numerous fragments!

BOOM! Qin Yun punched the sky, unleashing the Six Forging-Dragon Techniques—Heaven's Collapse!

The surging punch's power carried a terrifying destructive force, like an overwhelming tidal wave. The skysplitting roar formed a crushing pressure, as if the heavens themselves were collapsing!

The golden dragon, already shredded by Finger That Splits Mountains, was struck by Heaven's Collapse, instantly scattering like mist and returning to Long Chuanwu.

The cheering spectators fell into dead silence!

The martial techniques Qin Yun displayed were unlike anything they had ever seen—and bone-chilling!

Qin Yun also refrained from using Ultimate Dragon Palm, fearing recognition by the Heavenly Dragon Sect. Otherwise, had he unleashed it at full power, Long Chuanwu would have been pounded into the ground!

Long Chuanwu roared in shock and fury.

Qin Yun activated Vanishing Shadow, his body and aura vanishing in an instant as he threw a punch.

A streak of light suddenly shot from one direction with a piercing SHING!, hurtling toward Long Chuanwu!

It was the Six Forging Dragon Techniques—Blazing Flash, a punch's power so fast it blazed like lightning!

Long Chuanwu, just about to attack, was struck by the light, his shoulder splitting on impact!

The vanished Qin Yun abruptly reappeared above Long Chuanwu, clasping his hands together like a massive hammer before slamming down with world-shattering force, accompanied by the furious roar of a dragon!

The Six Forging Dragon Techniques—Tyrant's Roar was not only deafening in its might but also devastating in power!

Now descending directly onto Long Chuanwu, the sheer force and pressure alone inflicted excruciating pain upon his body!

BOOM!

Qin Yun's hammer-blow fists smashed straight into Long Chuanwu's head!

The brutal punch's power rammed into his skull, forcing a guttural howl from Long Chuanwu!

"Chuanwu!" thundered an elder from the Heavenly Dragon Sect.

The crowd erupted in shock—Long Chuanwu was being brutally pummeled!

CRUNCH!

Qin Yun followed up with another punch landing on Long Chuanwu's abdomen, like a crack of thunder, sending shockwaves through him.

Long Chuanwu was struck in the abdomen by this punch; he was sent flying like a streak of light before crashing into the Tournament's barrier.

Qin Yun used Radiant Mirage Steps, instantly arriving before Long Chuanwu.

Long Chuanwu's body was pressed against the barrier, stuck there, barely sliding down when Qin Yun delivered another heavy punch.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Qin Yun hovered in mid-air, his fists flashing back and forth, firing off dark lightning that pummeled relentlessly upon Long Chuanwu—landing dozens—no, hundreds—of blows in seconds.

The explosive sounds of his fists were like a rapid, frantic drumroll!

Long Chuanwu was beaten so badly he was too battered to cry surrender, but it was clear he had already passed out.

The elders of the Celestial Dragon Sect outside were screaming their throats raw!

The crowd watched in shock and disbelief, unable to fathom how someone at the Initial Stage of Martial King Realm could possess such terrifying strength!

Everyone knew Long Chuanwu had consumed Celestial Dragon blood, skyrocketing his strength, yet he was still being utterly dominated like this!

Long Chuanwu’s strength had indeed increased, but barely at all, as he couldn’t fully absorb the dragon blood’s power in such a short time.

That was why Qin Yun had come out swinging at full power from the very beginning.

"This baldie didn’t clear the Nine-Dragon Demon Prison Tower in two days just by luck!"

"Is he really a bastard? How is he stronger than Long Yucang?"

"Long Yucang is actually weaker than his own illegitimate son!"

"This guy must be hiding some freakish potential."

"Is Long Chuanwu finished?"

The crowd couldn’t help but marvel at Qin Yun’s strength.

Even Xian Rujing watched with a solemn expression—not out of concern for Long Chuanwu, but because she was worried whether she could defeat Qin Yun in the end.

"Little devil, if you kill Chuanwu, don’t even think about getting that Dragon-Seeking Compass!" the elder of the Celestial Dragon Sect roared.

Hearing this, Qin Yun finally stopped.

Long Chuanwu crashed heavily onto the ground. After all, he was a Martial King, descended from the Immortal Realm, and his body was a powerful Immortal Body, so he was still tough—even after such a brutal beating, he hadn’t died.

Of course, by the time he hit the ground, Long Chuanwu was unrecognizable, hanging by a thread, his bones and flesh reduced to pulp.

A dead silence gripped the arena as everyone watched the barrier slowly open.

Then, cutting through the silence, Long Yucang suddenly shouted, "Long Chuanwu must win! Long Chuanwu never loses! Long Chuanwu is invincible... Hahaha! Those of you who were chanting this earlier, were you all eating shit? Why aren’t you chanting now?"

Long Yucang laughed loudly. "You bunch of bastards, how’s that hype working out for you now? Bet your face stings from that slap of reality? Are you all idiots? Is Long Chuanwu your daddy or your master? What’s he paying you in—kibble—to make you so loyal?"

Long Yucang’s taunts rang out mercilessly throughout the Tournament grounds.

The spectators, hearing this, grew furious and began cursing back, but they flushed crimson with humiliation—Long Chuanwu was thoroughly crushed.

Long Cangsheng darted onto the stage, taking his place at Qin Yun’s side.

The Half-Immortals from the Heavenly Dragon Sect, seeing Long Cangsheng's icy expression, dared not act against Qin Yun. They were deeply wary of Long Cangsheng, as no one wanted to risk their lives against a Six-Tribulation Half-Immortal.

"Hand over the Dragon-Tracking Compass to Long Yucang, as previously agreed!" Long Cangsheng said.

"You won't get it!" the elder from the Heavenly Dragon Sect roared furiously. "Chuanwu has been crippled—his Martial Soul and Dao Core are both gone!"

"So, you're going to go back on your word?" Long Cangsheng's expression darkened, his voice laced with a chilling killing intent.

The spectators who had been cursing Long Yucang suddenly fell silent!

"Who told him to cripple Chuanwu?" the elder snarled.

"Hand it over—now!" Long Cangsheng's hand abruptly transformed into a dragon claw, seizing the elder's head with terrifying force.

It was a black dragon claw, appearing as real as a true dragon's, its scales wreathed in swirling black energy, its razor-sharp talons gleaming with a deadly gleam.

"You... you've cultivated the Heavenly Dragon Technique to the Dragon Transformation stage..." The elder from the Heavenly Dragon Sect quaked in terror.

"Give me the Dragon-Tracking Compass!" Long Cangsheng tightened his grip, crushing the elder's skull, deforming and cracking it—yet the elder did not die.

The spectators watched in terror!

Long Cangsheng's strength was shockingly formidable—it seemed he could effortlessly slay the Half-Immortals of the Heavenly Dragon Sect!

The other Half-Immortals from the Heavenly Dragon Sect and the Long Family were just as terrified!

The Dragon Transformation stage of the Heavenly Dragon Technique was exceedingly difficult to achieve. For millennia, few had ever reached it—yet Long Cangsheng had succeeded!

Terrified, the elder frantically produced the Dragon-Tracking Compass and tossed it to Qin Yun!

Qin Yun caught the compass with visibly shaking hands, completely awestruck by Long Cangsheng's overwhelming power.