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Chapter 836: Shadow Dragon
Once Omore realized that communication was impossible—
He stopped wasting words or hesitating, fully activating his combat stance and lunging toward Ling Zhan in his ferocious draconic form.
There was no denying it.
Omore's strength was indeed formidable, even surpassing the Merman Emperor.
However, Ling Zhan was no longer the same as before.
When he fought the Merman Emperor, he was only level 150.
Even with all his buffs activated, his four-dimensional attributes were still unable to match the Merman Emperor's, which was why he had to rely on the Sacred Chapter of Fairness.
But now—
While a ten-level increase might not mean a qualitative transformation for others, for Ling Zhan, it was an entirely different story.
The reason lay in the sheer number of enhancement skills Ling Zhan possessed.
For others, a 1,000-point boost in base attributes might be expanded to 10,000 points after applying combat buffs.
But for Ling Zhan, after layering multiple combat buffs, that same 1,000 points could skyrocket beyond 50,000 or even 100,000 points.
As a result, at level 160, Ling Zhan no longer needed the Sacred Chapter of Fairness to contend with level 190 powerhouses.
"Ha…"
A scorching breath escaped Ling Zhan's lips.
The Berserker-class signature skill Blood Sacrifice was instantly activated.
With a hundredfold boost, Ling Zhan's four-dimensional attributes surged from 600 million to 6 billion!
Immediately after—
Full Enhancement!
Weapon Blessing!
Battle Spirit Ignition!
Will of the Lone Brave!
Fight to the Death!
...…
More than twenty SS-tier enhancement skills were fully unleashed at this moment!
His 6 billion four-dimensional attributes instantly soared to 12 billion!
This exceeded Omore's 11.2 billion by a full 800 million!
All four attributes completely overpowered him!
The moment Blood Sacrifice activated, Ling Zhan's entire body felt as if his blood was boiling at an extreme rate. A colossal force erupted through his limbs, an overwhelming tidal wave of power surging within him.
His entire figure was enveloped in a strikingly vivid red blood mist.
He had reached his peak state!
Boom!!
Fully buffed, Ling Zhan also sprang into action. With a single step forward, the ground beneath him caved in, and his figure seemingly vanished in an instant.
Fast!!
Incredibly fast!!
Even with the ultra-high-definition magic cameras within the Zero Number Abyss Tower tracking his movement, no matter how hard the spectators stared, they simply could not follow the non-specialist's movement trajectory!
What they saw instead was a long streak of fiery red light.
That was the burning flame from Ling Zhan's Blazing Flame Gauntlets, fully ignited from their activated properties.
Any observant individual could immediately tell—Ling Zhan's speed was unquestionably superior to Omore's.
In the blink of an eye, the two closed the hundred-meter gap.
"Hmph!!"
Completely dragonified, Omore let out a cold snort. But just as he raised his dragon claws, ready to rip the human before him into shreds—
His body, which had been surging with battle intent, suddenly felt inexplicably weak!
"This…"
His previously fierce and arrogant expression was replaced with shock!
His original 11.2 billion four-dimensional attributes had plummeted to 4 billion!
A decrease of over sixty percent!
His momentum weakened instantly!
Meanwhile, Ling Zhan had already thrown a punch!
This punch had no skill augmentation.
Even though Omore had no idea why his attributes had suddenly plummeted, he did not panic.
He simply let Ling Zhan's fist land on his body.
Boom!!
Ling Zhan's punch struck directly at Omore's chest.
With a muffled splurt, under the stunned gazes of the audience, his punch pierced straight through Omore's torso!
Yet, Ling Zhan showed no joy or sorrow. Instead of pressing his attack, he lightly tapped his foot and instantly withdrew a hundred meters.
At that very moment, a shadowy dragon claw slashed through the spot where Ling Zhan had been standing, effortlessly tearing three void fissures into the air.
"Hmm?"
"Kid, you're quite sharp!"
The Omore that Ling Zhan had just punched through shattered like a fragile illusion.
At the same time, another Omore materialized from thin air at his side.
Shadow Dragon Clone Technique.
In this world, it wasn't just ninja-class professionals from the Sakura Nation who could create clones.
Illusionists, Shadow Dragons, Assassins… Many classes had clone techniques.
The Omore before him had clearly used a skill inherited from a slain Shadow Dragon to craft a perfect doppelgänger.
However, he hadn't expected this non-specialist to possess such frightening combat intuition.
At first, he had been utterly intimidated by this non-specialist's aura.
He had even considered self-destruction in desperation.
But after seeing that Ling Zhan was only level 160, he felt confident again.
Ling Zhan remained silent.
His pupils had already turned a deep purple hue.
He only had sixty seconds.
After that, he would enter a period of extreme weakness.
So there was no time to waste on words.
The Weakness debuff skill had landed on Omore's clone, making him even more cautious.
Without hesitation, he silently created several more clones, concealing them within the surrounding space.
This was a skill he had inherited after slaying and devouring a giant dragon-class Shadow Dragon.
The Dragon Hunter class, after advancing to Dragon Hunt Dominator, had a chance to acquire the skills of the dragons they slew.
To ensure a 100% chance of acquiring dragon abilities, Omore had undergone an experiment within the Demon Arrival Organization.
He injected a mixture of Demon Devourer Blood and Ten Thousand Demons Blood into his own body.
The experiment succeeded, granting him a class trait—he had a chance to inherit a dragon's skill upon slaying one, and if he devoured it, he could guarantee inheriting one random skill.
To this day, even level 190 experts with ocular abilities could not see through his clones.
Most crucially—
He could swap positions with any of his hidden Shadow Dragon clones at any moment.
If he sensed danger, he would immediately swap his real body with a clone.
For safety's sake, Omore once again concealed his real body.
Meanwhile, one of his clones took his place and grinned maliciously at Ling Zhan, preparing to launch another attack.
However, what Omore didn't know was that—
Ling Zhan, who had already activated Ten Thousand Demons Eyes, had long since seen through his every move.
His real body's aura was firmly locked onto from afar.
While other ocular abilities could not see through Omore's Shadow Dragon Clone Technique—
The ocular talent inherited from the Lord of Ten Thousand Demons could effortlessly expose every single one of his clones.