The Dragon Form—an advanced version of Partial Dragonization—was a new power Zhao Xuan awakened after his Azure Dragon Fruit ability reached the Mastery level.
Since it was an evolved form, naturally, the boost it granted to Zhao Xuan's physical attributes far surpassed that of Partial Dragonization.
In Partial Dragonization, all of Zhao Xuan's physical stats were multiplied fivefold for a limited duration.
But in Dragon Form—
All of his stats increased tenfold!
What did that mean?
It meant explosive power!
One had to know—
When his Azure Dragon Fruit proficiency broke through to the Mastery stage, Zhao Xuan's physique had already skyrocketed once more.
His Constitution had increased by another 100 points.
Which meant—
In his normal state, Zhao Xuan's Constitution was now around 480 points.
And under a tenfold amplification—
That became…
4800 points!!
What did that mean?
It meant power enough to shock the world!
Zhao Xuan even suspected that, even compared to the Desert Stone Golems renowned for their defense, his current defensive power might not be any weaker.
Of course, despite the tremendous boost Dragon Form provided—
It had obvious drawbacks.
The first was that it looked absolutely hideous!
Though appearance wasn't what Zhao Xuan cared about most.
The real problem lay in its second flaw—
And this one… was fatal.
Under Dragon Form, Zhao Xuan's stamina consumption skyrocketed—
Four to five times that of Partial Dragonization.
With his current endurance, he could only maintain Dragon Form for about five minutes at most.
"There's always a price to pay," Zhao Xuan muttered to himself. "No such thing as a power that's both mighty and low-cost."
Then suddenly—
"Hm!?"
Zhao Xuan frowned slightly.
"A Tier-4 ability user… can still move after taking more than ten of my full-force hits?"
Narrowing his eyes, he looked down into the deep crater below.
There, the burly demon cultist was already climbing out, battered and bruised, panting heavily, and glaring up at Zhao Xuan with burning hatred.
"Damn brat! Damn brat! Damn brat!"
The man suddenly shrieked hysterically, voice hoarse and wild:
"I'll kill you! I'll kill you! I'll KILL YOU!"
He roared—
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
In an instant, his figure vanished from the bottom of the pit.
He charged straight toward Zhao Xuan, fingers pointed like a spear—
The makeshift spear wrapped in thick Armament Haki, pitch-black and gleaming ominously under the sunlight.
"Too slow!"
Zhao Xuan's cold voice dropped—
And then he moved.
Like a dragon bursting from the sea,
Fast as lightning,
He reached out and caught the incoming finger-spear mid-thrust.
In Dragon Form, with tenfold amplification to every attribute,
Zhao Xuan's speed and reflexes were beyond human comprehension.
The man's speed might have been impressive—even fast by Tier-4 standards.
But to Zhao Xuan, whose Constitution now neared five thousand—
It was snail-paced.
In his eyes, the world itself seemed slowed to 0.2x speed—
Every motion is dragging like molasses.
…
The next moment—
"What!? Impossible!!"
The burly man's voice rose in disbelief, echoing into the sky.
"You're just a third-tier brat! How could you possibly track my movements!? Impossible! IMPOSSIBLE—"
"So noisy."
Zhao Xuan snorted coldly.
With a sharp twist of his wrist—
Crack! Crack! Crack!
"AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!"
The crisp sound of snapping bones mixed with an ear-splitting scream.
"What's impossible about that?" Zhao Xuan said coldly.
"You just haven't seen enough of the world."
He released the man's shattered fingers—
Then—
"Ha!"
Still in Dragon Form, Zhao Xuan unleashed a sweeping Tempest Kick.
Crack! Crackle!
Thunder cracked through the air.
Before the cultist could even react, Zhao Xuan's kick smashed square into his chest.
With nearly five thousand points of raw physical power—
What kind of force did that translate to?
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Ribs shattered like dry twigs.
The man's chest caved in completely.
PFFF!!!
A gush of blackened blood burst from his mouth as he was hurled through the air.
BOOM!!!
He slammed into the street outside the academy dozens of meters away, carving a massive crater into the ground.
The shockwave rippled outward—
Rumble!
The earth trembled for miles around.
Houses and trees shook violently.
Dust filled the air.
Through the settling haze, a lone figure stepped into the crater.
"Leave no roots when you cut the grass."
Muttering softly, Zhao Xuan lifted his foot—
And stomped down hard on the chest of the writhing, dying man below.
BOOM!!!
The ground quaked once more.
The cultist stopped moving—
Dead on the spot.
Third Tier vs. Fourth Tier—
Third Tier—Wins!
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