Chapter 110: Kaiser Lion Transformation (1/2)
Chapter 110: Kaiser Lion Transformation
Yang An called out his Roaring Sky God Lion out; sensing the astounded, shocked, and awed faces of the crowd, he displayed a demeanor of the upper class as he stood with both hands clasped behind him and chest puffed up. Yang An looked proudly at Huang Xiaolong: “Don’t say I did not give you a chance-- call out your martial spirit!”
Huang Xiaolong shook his head slightly with an indifferent face: “Even if I do not call out my martial spirit, I can defeat you just the same!”
“What?!” The people watching gasped in bewilderment with voices that were loud enough to reach the sky.
They felt Huang Xiaolong was too boastful; even an early Tenth Order expert is not Yang An’s opponent after he called out the Roaring Sky God Lion martial spirit!
Moreover, the majority of them felt Yang An was unprepared in the earlier exchange because Huang Xiaolong launched a sneak attack. It was only due to this that Huang Xiaolong was able to fight to a draw with Yang An!
The anger in Yang An broke out hearing this, and the Roaring Sky God Lion let out a thunderous roar and a coruscating light flashed as Yang An soul transformed in the blink of an eye. After the soul transformation, Yang An’s physical body enlarged by a third, and his dark hair turned a brilliant golden hue – exactly the picture of an enraged lion.
The moment Yang An soul transformed, he dashed towards Huang Xiaolong but the way he moved was wobbly and unsteady, like someone drunk. Even so, with every step he took, the dazzling light from his body would grow a circle bigger, and at the same time, the surrounding air howled fiercely.
“Step of the Kaiser Lion!”
This was Yang An martial spirit’s innate ability.
The Step of the Kaiser Lion: every step induced the power of space that results in an increase of gravity, and each step adds to the overlapping heavy gravity. Lastly, when colliding, the opponent would like an entire mountain crashed on top of them.
When Yang An took the fifteenth step, the powerful gravity force caused the crowd to retreat in panic whereas the shops and building on the same street shook, cracked, and crumbled into rubble to the ground.
Some distance away, Fei Rong watched with a taut face.
He had just broken through the Tenth Order, but facing Yang An’s martial spirit ability, he would fall at a disadvantage.
At this point, Yang An reached outside a three-meter perimeter from Huang Xiaolong; he took another step forward but it was a kick in disguise, targeting Huang Xiaolong’s chest!
And standing there, Huang Xiaolong acted as if Yang An’s action was too fast for him to follow or to react; he simply stood there.
Just when everyone thought Huang Xiaolong would fly off from Yang An’s gravitational impact, Huang Xiaolong who stood still until now, suddenly struck out with precision.
“Collapse Fist!”
Battle qi surged and energies overlapped one another as they rolled forward like a tide of giant waves.
“Boom!” A deafening explosion resounded.
Yang An was pushed back one step, but Huang Xiaolong staggered six steps back.
Time seemed to freeze in that moment.
Countless eyes widened in shock staring at Huang Xiaolong – he actually took the hit head on!
Yang An’s full force attack was received by Huang Xiaolong without calling out his martial spirit!
Although Huang Xiaolong retreated five steps more than Yang An, it must be emphasized that Huang Xiaolong did not call out his martial spirit and he did not use his martial spirit’s ability.
There was an ugly expression on Yang An’s face, and he was extremely gloomy. Continuing his attack, Yang An lifted up his right hand and made a movement that looked weird in everyone’s eyes. His right hand slowly moved, drawing a circle in the air, and when the ends connected, his entire right arm sleeve blasted into fragments, revealing a muscular arm that is enveloped in a bright golden light; bulging green veins ran down his arms looked like golden earthworms, yet a despotic aura was coming from it.
“God King Lone Arm Punch!”
Yang An’s right arm swung out, blasting towards Huang Xiaolong.
When Yang An’s right hand was attacking, the rest of his body did not move an inch; a gigantic fist punch pierced the air so fast that even Fei Rong, a Tenth Order expert, could not follow the trajectory.
Huang Xiaolong watched as the big fist print came at him, and the Blades of Asura were already in his hands. His sharp blades slashed out.
Countless rays of blade lights flew out, turning into two violent wind cyclones that emitted wails and cries from hell. The two cyclones slammed into the fist print coming from Yang An, crushing the adversary into dust.