Chapter 280: Brutally Pummeling Long Xiaoyao

281. Chapter 281: Brutally Pummeling Long Xiaoyao

"Who are you? Was it you who brought me here?" Long Xiaoyao took a deep breath and asked with a frown.

As he spoke, he was also on full guard, ready at any moment to unleash his powerful Spirit Bone Spirit Skill to kill the opponent in one strike!

Because, although the other party looked very young, he could feel an extremely powerful pressure emanating from them.

Clearly, the opponent's strength was absolutely formidable.

He just didn't know if the opponent, like him, was affected by this mysterious place and unable to use soul skills.

If it was the same as him, then naturally he had nothing to fear.

After all, under equal conditions, he, Long Xiaoyao, feared no one.

But if the opponent could use soul skills, then he would be in a bit of danger...

Moreover, he strongly suspected that it was this mysterious youth before him who had pulled him into this bizarre space.

"Dragon Emperor Douluo, Long Xiaoyao. Your fame precedes you, and it is indeed well-deserved." Bai Zhou looked at Long Xiaoyao and clicked his tongue in admiration.

This was his first time facing a Limit Douluo.

Mm, the half-crippled Mu En doesn't count.

Long Xiaoyao was a Limit Douluo at his peak. Just from the terrifying power the other party had erupted with outside earlier, Bai Zhou felt ashamed of his own inferiority.

After all, he was ultimately only a Soul Saint. Even with a condensed Soul Core, the momentum he could unleash at full power was only slightly inferior to a Super Douluo.

He was still far from a Limit Douluo.

Only by adding every means at his disposal could he barely contend with a Limit Douluo.

However, now that Long Xiaoyao had entered his "Forbidden Soul Arena," Bai Zhou naturally had nothing to fear.

"Who exactly are you, what is this place, and what do you want?" Long Xiaoyao frowned and continued to ask.

After all, being in such a bizarre place, he felt extremely insecure. Before figuring out the truth, he truly didn't dare to act rashly.

Moreover, he was now even more certain that it was the youth before him who had pulled him into this bizarre place. Since the other party knew his reputation and was still so brazen, they clearly had something up their sleeve...

"You don't need to know too much. All you need to do now is defeat me, and naturally you'll know everything." Bai Zhou wiped his fist and grinned.

"Good, good, good! The young people of today are truly arrogant!" Upon hearing this, Long Xiaoyao was almost amused into laughter by the sheer audacity.

"Although I don't know why you have such confidence, I hope you won't regret it. I will let you know what the consequences are of offending a Limit Douluo."

"Black Dragon Possession!"

Long Xiaoyao roared angrily and directly activated his Martial Soul Possession! The next moment.

Long Xiaoyao's figure suddenly began to swell.

"Bang bang bang—"

His body swelled rapidly under the surging of his internal force, his clothes bursting inch by inch.

Black dragon scales, like living things, spread rapidly across his skin. Accompanying the growth of the scales, a suffocating, wild power permeated the air.

His palms gradually elongated, his fingernails sharp as blades. Pitch-black dragon claws tore through his skin, flashing with a chilling, soul-piercing light that exuded a bone-piercing coldness.

Those originally peaceful eyes were now squeezed and deformed. Golden vertical pupils shot out a piercing light, seemingly able to pierce through all illusions.

In just a short moment, Long Xiaoyao had transformed from a seemingly peaceful old man into a terrifying black dragon-man over five meters tall!

Even without the augmentation of soul skills, Long Xiaoyao's martial soul still granted him extremely powerful strength and speed!

"Haha, not bad, not bad. I hope you won't disappoint me~" Seeing this scene, Bai Zhou grew increasingly excited.

He had originally thought this battle would be a dull, one-sided crush, but now the momentum Long Xiaoyao displayed gave him a pleasant surprise. At least this battle wouldn't become too boring. "Whether or not I disappoint you, this old man doesn't know, but you will die today!" This was the first time Long Xiaoyao had been mocked so brazenly by a junior, and the fury in his heart could barely be contained.

"Boom—"

Long Xiaoyao pushed off powerfully with both legs, his entire body charging toward Bai Zhou.

His massive frame looked cumbersome, but it possessed equally terrifying explosive power.

Long Xiaoyao's speed instantly surpassed the speed of sound, and in almost the blink of an eye, he was right before Bai Zhou.

"Swift Dragon Claw—"

To be safe, Long Xiaoyao even directly activated the Spirit Bone Spirit Skill brought by a Ten-Thousand-Year Arm Bone, maximizing the power of this strike.

"Sizzle—"

The thirty-centimeter-long sharp claws tore through the air, even causing the space to tremble slightly.

Even though this was merely a Common Quality Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Bone soul skill, augmented by Long Xiaoyao's terrifying strength and speed, the power of this claw was equally terrifying.

Seeing this, Bai Zhou showed no intention of dodging at all. Instead, he simply threw a punch, seemingly devoid of any force.

"Bang—"

And the instant Bai Zhou threw his punch, a sonic boom exploded, and a massive fist shadow condensed in the air.

It crushed toward Long Xiaoyao.

"Fist Intent!! How is this possible!" Feeling this terrifying power, Long Xiaoyao was instantly shaken to his core, and a storm of shock surged within him! "Intent" belongs to the domain of Martial Arts, and cultivating it is extremely difficult, requiring at least decades of dedicated, arduous training. Moreover, only Soul Masters with ordinary, special Tool Martial Souls would practice it. He hadn't expected that someone so young would already possess Fist Intent! This was simply outrageous! Long Xiaoyao wanted to dodge, but it was already too late.

"Rumble—"

Fist and claw collided, emitting a terrifying explosion.

"Crack—"

The next instant, a crisp sound of bone shattering rang out.

The dragon claws exploded, the dragon scales burst apart, the dragon bones shattered. A massive black shadow was sent flying backward dozens of meters, rolling across the ground for dozens of revolutions before finally coming to a slow stop.

In just a single exchange, one of Long Xiaoyao's arms was completely ruined, beaten into a bloody, mangled mess.

"Who exactly are you?"

Long Xiaoyao staggered to his feet, quickly using soul power to seal his blood vessels and stop the bleeding. The look in his eyes as he gazed at Bai Zhou was filled with solemnity and wariness, the previous relaxation and disdain completely gone.

Without using soul skills either, the other party had been able to defeat him.

Clearly, the opponent was absolutely a Super Douluo, or even a stronger existence! After all, every powerhouse on the Continent above the level of Titled Douluo could not be some unknown nobody. Each one had carved out their fearsome reputation through countless battles before finally achieving the rank of Titled Douluo.

But the young man before him was simply too young, and he had never heard of the other's reputation, which was rather strange.

"Still too weak; boring," Bai Zhou said to himself while shaking his hand, his words carrying a thick layer of disappointment.

It seemed that without soul skills, the impact on a Soul Master was still enormous.

Although Long Xiaoyao's aura was powerful, it all relied on the terrifying emission of soul power; his true combat strength was not as formidable as Bai Zhou had imagined.

One punch and he was finished.

Bai Zhou completely lost the desire to continue fighting.

(End of Chapter)