Chapter 492: The Giant Red Bird! (1/2)
As Song Gudu was talking, his chest that had been scratched by Li Muyang's claw was recovering at a rate visible to the naked eye.
Red blood was no longer flowing out, and the broken flesh was healing itself.
The wound was surrounded by a circle of white light, which then turned to fragments of stars, flashed over the wound, and soon even the cracks and holes visible in the inner organs were gone without a trace.
Song Gudu——his self-healing ability seemed a little more powerful than the dragon Li Muyang.
Li Muyang's body was severely wounded and needed some time to recuperate.
“You should be well aware that such injuries do not have any damage to me——” Song Gudu said, looking at Li Muyang. “Just as no matter how many knives I cut into you or how many bones I break, if I don't chop off your head——or even if I severe your head, you still have a chance to bounce back as long as I don't destroy your soul. Your presence has already ill.u.s.trated the accuracy of this sentence.”
The eye of the starry sky can pry into the starry sky.
It had to be said that it made sense for Song Gudu to be called 'the strongest in the starry sky' for decades. Based on only his extensive study of the dragon clan that have disappeared for more than tens of thousands of years, as well as his knowledge of Li Muyang's situation, it was evident that his mind was meticulous and his vision was venomous.
It was as though there was nothing that Song Gudu did not know under the Starry Sky.
Song Gudu was indeed right. Li Muyang, although possessed the Tear of the Dragon King, was only in the early days of integration. He was a bystander, searching and observing the black dragon's remarkable moves for his own use.
However, it only had the form and appearance, and not the soul.
It should be said that, in the cultivation of martial arts, to advance onto the great Dao depends on one's hard work, efforts and ability of understanding.
How would you know about the soul of the sword if you don't personally smelt the sword?
How do you know about the bitterness and sweetness of food if you don't cook a meal with your own hands?
How would you smell and appreciate the fragrance of a plum blossom without picking a winter plum blossom yourself?
Without the process of experience and appreciation, the direct use of the results of other people's labour——is similar to a pavilion in the air, a rootless tree, in that it is unstable.
The Dragon clan's cultivation technique and method were really mysterious, powerful, and had unknown characteristics.
Such moves can deceive ordinary people, can trick a lot of masters, but before Song Gudu's eyes he could instantly find the flaws——
It was the same with Mu Dingyi. He was also able to notice the flaws of Li Muyang's moves. Therefore, at the beginning of the battle, every sword attack was aimed at these flaws and Li Muyang had no choice but to run and suffer a beating.
In a battle between masters, one mistake can make a huge difference.
Had it not been for the two powerful intruders, the Wolf King and the Heart of the Weak Water, the defeated contestant would have been unknown. The one that was most likely to die on the Sword G.o.d Square of Mist Mountain would have been Li Muyang.
It was extremely dangerous for Li Muyang to use these moves to compete with Song Gudu, a cultivator of the Astral projection realm.
The price he had to pay would be losing his life.
However, for the present Li Muyang, death was a relief——
He was even unafraid of death, would he be afraid of Song Gudu?
The blood mist in his eyes had dissipated, revealing pitch-black eyes.
Instantly, his consciousness was blurred again, as more bright red blood water completely drowned his pupils.
The fierceness on his face had disappeared, and then turned into a calm and cold expression, like a starving wolf or mad dog eyeing on his prey.
His two arms were covered with scales, and the sharp claws flashed a dark glow.
He knew that Song Gudu was incredibly powerful, so powerful that it was terrifying.
There were nine countries in the Divine continent, and the strongest in a country indeed possess awe-inspiring and terrifying power.
If possible, Li Muyang did not wish to fight against such a master.
However, his luck wasn't good.
Li Muyang did not answer Song Gudu when he asked him 'do you still want to try?'.
His body sprang up, speeding towards Song Gudu in midair.
Fight!
This was the best answer.
Boom——
Li Muyang leapt over to above Song Gudu's head, aiming his sharp claws at the top of his head.
Just as Song Gudu struck one netherworld nail after another into Li Muyang's body, Li Muyang also wanted to split open Song Gudu's head——
The Dragons were vengeful.
If they do not hold a grudge, the hatred that the black dragon had towards the human race would not have lasted for thousands years and not diminished in the slightest, and time and time again wanted to wipe out human race.
Whoosh——
Song Gudu's body disappeared in the air.
Li Muyang did not turn his head back, lashed out with a kick behind.
It was the divine dragon's tail swaying move.
Bang——
Song Gudu, who was ready to sneak up from behind, was kicked flying, and then disappeared at the same time. By the time he reappeared he was already in front of Li Muyang, retaliating with a palm strike to Li Muyang's head.
Li Muyang operated the 'Traveling through Clouds'. As Song Gudu's palm thrust forth, he took advantage of the force and wind to rapidly retreat.
The fiercer his palm strike, the faster Li Muyang was able to retreat.
Dig out heart, dig out eyes, slam the top of the head, and punch the head——
For a moment, the figures crisscrossed, powerful qi overflowing.
The two were quick and fierce, and every move was a killing move.
In the sky, Li Muyang and Song Gudu couldn't be seen. There were only two shadows entangled in a struggle, going all out at the risk of their lives.
Bang——
Song Gudu punched out, sending Li Muyang 's body flying. This time, he had hit Li Muyang head-on.
Li Muyang's body swiftly shot out, and then spurted mouthfuls of blood before he could come to a stop.
His mouth overflowed with blood, and his blood-red eyes were glowering at Song Gudu who had wounded him once again.
Pain!
The pain of the heart!
The pain was not brought by the punch. The punch just now was not felt at all.
Each of the pain meridians in his body was occupied by the eight netherworld nails that had been punched into his body, and compared to the pain inside the body, the external injuries could only be called 'superficial injuries' or 'mosquito bites'——
However, the pain of the body can cause the netherworld nail to flare up.
If you have a thorn in your flesh or a nail in your bone, what was the best way to treat it?
The best way, of course, was to pull it out.
However, it was certain that Li Muyang had no way to pull them out one by one for the time being. To pull the netherworld nails out of a dragon body was not an easy thing to do, including for the black dragon inside of Li Muyang——
More importantly, how would Song Gudu give him such time and opportunity?
The best way was to not move, stand there motionless, or lie there motionless.
Because once one had experienced the pain of the Netherworld Nail, the heart will fear 'movement'. It would be painful to stand there, but the pain can be slowly absorbed, adapted. However, as soon as there is movement, the pain will increase several hundreds times.
The most deadly thing was that, once punched in the body, it was as though someone was hammering the top of the nail, and the nail would be drilled deeper until it pierced the bones.
Adding to this, the nail stretches infinitely, and it will never be punched completely into the bone——