All tragedy is helpless! If there was a better choice, no one would be like this.
Obviously, the young monk has already realized the failure in his heart. Even though he has used his strongest magic at this moment, it still cannot reduce this hidden worry.
Perhaps, he was confident when he used his strongest magic in anger.
However, as time went by, especially when he realized that Long Wei, who had been all-powerful in the past, had no impact on me at all, he began to despair.
Many things in life don't necessarily have to be answered when they are revealed in the end. The little things along the way can already explain everything.
It's just that some people don't want to believe it, and some people believe it but don't want to admit it.
The most painful thing is for a young monk like this, who clearly believes in his failure and admits this fact, but still has to bite the bullet and continue on.
This is a characteristic of people like him, and it is also a choice many people are forced to make out of desperation.
What if? What if it succeeds? You have to take a gamble, right? Anyway, the ultimate move has been used, so it doesn’t matter even if it fails.
But once you succeed, the rewards will be huge.
Finally, accompanied by bursts of dragon roars, this thunder dragon roared towards me and bit me.
This young monk really didn't lie to me. He is indeed good at physical attacks. Even this seemingly powerful thunder dragon is actually just a magical technique to strengthen the body.
The dragon's head was high and its fangs were sharp, but it was no match for my pair of iron fists and was sent flying high.
Then the dragon's claws flew across the sky, vowing to crush the void; the dragon's tail swept across, almost ready to open up the world.
But it’s still hard to shake me in the slightest!
At this time, the Thunder Dragon looked particularly ferocious, with horns, teeth, claws, and tail sweeps, and it launched various intensive attacks in a short period of time. The forms were different, but they were all powerful and heavy.
It is an authentic physical fighting method.
At this moment, this thunder dragon left a deep impression on me. I didn't expect that through transformation, it could enhance its power to such an extent.
This situation reminded me of the battle against the Demon Ancestor in the sky above Dongfang Fort. At that time, when I was transformed into a white tiger, I was able to suppress the Demon Ancestor with the Blood-devouring Madness in my hand!
Who is the Demon Ancestor? The more advanced and knowledgeable you are, the more you understand how terrifying it is!
But I just rushed up and fought, and I won.
This is not to say that I was not afraid of tigers as a newborn calf, but my consciousness had been lost at that time. I was able to see all this through my main consciousness in the real world by taking advantage of the uniqueness of dreams.
But my intuition told me that my transformation seemed to be different from the young monk's transformation into a thunder dragon.
His Thunder Dragon is a technique that strengthens physical strength through transformation and increases his attack speed at the same time.
And I was... how should I put it, after all, my consciousness was missing during the transformation, and I can't describe that feeling.
But it just feels different!
As for this difference, it seems that we can only look forward to experiencing it next time when we transform.
Pray that I will be conscious the next time I transform!
It has to be said that the young monk's attacks after transforming into a thunder dragon were indeed much more powerful.
If his original attack was as intensive as a violent storm, then now that he has transformed into a thunder dragon, it is like illuminating the earth, penetrating all over!
But the results didn't change much compared to before, and I was still blocking them one by one with my understatement.
I admire this young monk. After transforming into a thunder dragon, his attack speed increased dramatically, which forced me to give up my previous leisurely posture with my hands behind my back. I finally made some progress.
Although this is already a valuable achievement for him, if he wants to rely on these to defeat me, it is not enough.
I don't know what his mood is at the moment, at least I'm in a particularly good mood.
It seemed that I was concentrating on dealing with the continuous attacks of the Brontosaurus, but in fact it only used a very small part of my energy.
I'm still thinking about transformation!
"When this Thunder Dragon Immortal Technique is performed, it needs to absorb a large amount of heaven and earth spiritual energy from the outside world to be successful. It is a change from the inside out."
"Perhaps, it was the first step of transformation completed by borrowing the true energy in the body at the very beginning..."
I have been thinking hard about various conjectures about the Thunder Dragon Immortal Technique, and all the evidence points to the fact that its changes originate from within.
Like other magical arts, this is achieved by adjusting the trajectory and layout of the true energy in the body.
But in this case, it would be difficult for me to solve. It is impossible for me to rely on such conjectures to decipher the truth of the Thunder Dragon Immortal Technique, otherwise it would be too childish.
"Or... I can change my way of thinking!" I thought, the light in my eyes getting brighter and brighter.
"Maybe I can change from the outside in, take advantage of my natural spiritual body, control the aura of heaven and earth to form a cycle outside my body, and then perform some kind of magic!"
The more I thought about it, the more excited I became. In order to realize this conjecture, I mobilized more mental energy to study the magic of transformation.
This made me look more and more absent-minded, as if I was not fighting with fellow monks, but more like an adult playing with a child.
Seeing this scene in the eyes of the young monk, he was almost so angry that he vomited blood, but there was nothing he could do to me, because in this state, I had indeed blocked all his attacks perfectly.
"You...you are shameless!" He yelled angrily. When the voice came out of the Thunder Dragon's mouth, it had turned into bursts of dragon roars, echoing in the arena space, like the power of God!
But I seemed to be indifferent to this voice. No matter how angry he roared, my thoughts still stayed in other places.
Seeing that the long-term attacks failed to produce any results, the young monk seemed to have made up his mind. After another round of attacks, the transformed thunder dragon flew straight into the sky!
At this moment, the space in the arena seemed infinitely high. He had turned into a small dot in my field of vision, but he still continued to fly upward.
I don't know what he's going to do, and I'm not interested in knowing.
Maybe he is planning some powerful move again, but what does this have to do with me?
Just like an adult does not care about what a child thinks, many times the occurrence and changing trends of things do indeed change with the will of the powerful.
Just as he was flying to infinite heights, dotted lines suddenly appeared out of nowhere in the void around me.
It's like an invisible pen is scribbling in the air without any discernible rules.
However, when these dotted lines appeared, the situation suddenly changed, and countless spiritual energy of heaven and earth were sucked from the depths of the formation space! (To be continued)