503 You Want to Fight Me? (1/2)

A mere mid-stage Core Formation realm cultivator, and you still dare to fight me? This Liang Long has only one ball. I have three! Wang Baole thought arrogantly. His attack had completely overpowered Liang Long. Since forming a Heart Core, the strength of his physical body had reached terrifying levels. In addition, he still had a Lightning Core and a Dark Core.

Practicing the Lightning Immortal Transformation strengthened the foundations of his cultivation. As he struck, lightning bolts descended from the heavens and rendered Liang Long almost powerless to fight back. He was forced to react and unable to unleash many of his own attacks.

Wang Baole charged forward like a raging Tyrannosaurus, threatening to rip everything in his path apart. Liang Long quaked in his boots. His eyes reddened as he became trapped in such a critically dangerous moment. He retreated hastily, yanked a jade pendant that had been concealed underneath his clothes off his neck, and pressed it.

You have Dharmic Armaments? So do I!

The jade pendant started shining instantly. It transformed swiftly into a huge turtle shell that encased Liang Long within. The aural shock waves from Wang Baole's megaphone arrived as soon as the turtle shell was formed, surging forward, thundering, and crashing onto the turtle shell.

The skies quaked with deafening thunder. The force of the aural attack erupted, splitting the earth open in numerous places. However… the turtle shell protecting Liang Long only suffered a slight dent, and it healed almost instantaneously!

The spectators had no time to observe the scene before Wang Baole's lightning bolts approached immediately after his aural attack. They landed on the turtle shell, but they only caused a slight dent in the turtle shell. They seemed unable to shatter it. Then, Wang Baole approached. He lifted his right leg, and his kick landed on the turtle shell. That was when a sliver of a crack appeared on the turtle shell.

Even so, this crack healed immediately before his eyes!

Wang Baole frowned and retreated. Liang Long was finally able to catch his breath. His facial features were contorted into an extremely ugly expression. He stared unblinkingly at Wang Baole's right leg. The brief sigh of relief was followed swiftly by terror and shock. He knew how precious this turtle shell was. It was a defensive treasure that had been a gift from his master. It was able to withstand an attack from a Nascent Soul realm cultivator. A Core Formation realm cultivator wouldn't be able to cause it any harm.

He had tested this many times while fighting others and while carrying out missions in the sword body. However, just a moment earlier, a kick from Wang Baole had actually caused a crack in the turtle shell. It might have healed instantly, but that still sent fear into his heart. He thought about where Wang Baole had been aiming for, and his hair stood on end.

Despicable!

While Liang Long released a breath of relief, a cold light flashed in Wang Baole's eyes. He dashed out again. This time, he was faster and didn't give Liang Long a chance to react. He approached and raised his right hand for another attack.

It wasn't a single punch, but a series of punches!

A series of thunderous booms erupted. Wang Baole was like a hurricane, lashing out repeatedly against Liang Long's turtle shell. The sound of his fists and kicks connecting with the turtle shell thundered and rang out in the air. He unleashed the power of his three cores at the same time. Regardless, he could only manage to inflict more cracks on the turtle shell.

Liang Long wasn't having a good time himself either. Despite the turtle shell being able to withstand the attacks, it still shook from Wang Baole's kicks and punches. The tremors weren't limited to once or twice. Wang Baole had unleashed more than a hundred punches without pause and kicked a dozen or so times. The resultant quakes were enough to send Liang Long's blood churning. It felt awful.

This experience of being hit without being able to hit back drove Liang Long mad. His eyes shone with murder. He was about to unleash his killer move when he held himself back.

I'm going to wait for him to tire himself before I strike. I'll use this turtle shell to exhaust his energy!

Liang Long grit his teeth at that thought. Wang Baole had an awful expression on his face at this point as well. The turtle shell was giving him a headache. He couldn't break it apart.

I've encountered something like this before… As Wang Baole sent another punch forward, he recalled a similar experience when he had been in the Spirit Breath Village. He had trapped the other party inside something else then.