Both start in hell: but their talents are multiplied a hundredfold.

It caused a sudden bloodbath.

Chu Zihang's muscles bulged slightly under his clothes, and his bones made a series of soft popping sounds, as if he had grown two inches taller in an instant.

Dragon blood boiled in his veins, pushing the hybrid's body to the edge of dragon-like creatures.

Murasame slashed out, his blade flashing like a bright white ribbon, aimed straight for Orochi's throat.

This strike was at least 30% faster than Caesar's, and the blade produced a sharp sonic boom as it cut through the air.

A hint of pleasure flashed in Orochi's golden vertical pupils.

The dark scythe in his hand moved.

The scythe was longer than him, with a handle as black as ink, a blade curved like a crescent moon, and dark red blood flowing across its surface.

Caesar didn't see how it was swung; he only saw a black arc of light slash out and collide with Murasame's sword light.

clang!

The clanging of metal made Chen Motong stagger back and cover his ears.

Chu Zihang's feet slid back three steps on the ground, each step leaving cracks in the jade slab.

His tiger's mouth was intact, his wrist was steady, and Murasame's blade did not tremble at all.

But his golden eyes narrowed slightly.

With just one strike, he realized the difference in skill.

Orochi didn't use any force with his scythe just now; it was as if he casually brushed away a flying insect.

He had already used 90% of his power in his Bloodlust state.

Orochi tilted his head, a flicker of emotion flashing in his golden vertical pupil.

That was out of curiosity about Chu Zihang.

The dark scythe swung once more.

This time it wasn't a horizontal slash, it was a vertical cleave.

There was no sound when the blade fell, because the air was cut open, and the vacuum gap swallowed all sound.

Chu Zihang gripped the knife with both hands, while Murasame faced the giant black scythe from below.

clang!!

The second chord resounded throughout the entire hall.

Chu Zihang's ankles and below were completely embedded in the shattered jade slab.

His arm bones groaned under the strain, the skin on his shoulder blades split open, and blood flowed down his arms, dripping onto Murasame's sword.

"Chu Zihang!"

Caesar's voice rang out from the flank.

Caesar's blood is burning.

His heart contracted violently, like a clenched fist, and then suddenly relaxed.

In that instant, the dragon's blood and spirit crossed the threshold between humans and dragons.

A surge of intense heat coursed from his spine to his limbs and bones.

He heard his own bones making noises.

It was a heavy, primal thud, like tectonic plates pressing against each other in the deep sea.

Caesar activated the Bloodlust Technique he obtained from the Lionheart Order.

This was Caesar's moment of bloodlust.

"interesting."

Orochi's golden vertical pupils lit up completely.

Based on the information gathered by the Word of Power: Kamaitachi, Caesar gripped the Dictator with both hands and thrust it toward Orochi's exposed golden vertical pupil.

Orochi's golden vertical pupils flashed.

He released his right hand from the scythe, and with a backhand slap, the back of his hand, covered in scales and scars, struck Caesar precisely in the chest.

Caesar heard the sound of his ribs breaking.

Three, or maybe four.

He flew out like a kite with a broken string, his back slamming into a stone pillar in the main hall twenty meters away. He became embedded in the pillar, and foamy blood gushed from his mouth.

The Kamaitachi's domain collapsed instantly, and the battlefield information disappeared from Caesar's mind.

Seeing this, Shen Jue felt sorry for Caesar. If only Caesar had the skills of Leon the Bristleback.

He might cough symbolically a few times, then jump up and run around like a madman.

"Caesar!"

Fingel struggled to his feet from the rubble.

His left arm hung at an abnormal angle at his side; the bone was broken, but he could still barely stand.

He gritted his teeth and charged at Orochi again, his right shoulder forward, like a rugby player launching an attack.

Orochi swung the hilt of his dark scythe backward, the sharp point at the end piercing Fingel's right shoulder and protruding from his back.

Fingel groaned, and the Word of Power: Bronze Throne completely dissipated, his blood flowing down the hilt of the sword.

Fingel was pinned down.

Orochi held a sickle in one hand, with Fingel's more than 200-pound body hanging from the handle, like a prey being strung on a skewer.

With a flick of his wrist, Fingel tumbled two and a half times in the air before landing on the jade ground.

Orochi's gaze remained fixed on Chu Zihang, who was directly in front of him.

Chu Zihang's golden eyes burned even brighter.

Second burst of blood.

Three bursts of blood.

Chu Zihang's pupils had turned into a pure crimson gold.

The veins beneath his skin bulged, and the surging dragon blood in his veins almost burst his body apart.

Dark red patterns appeared on the Murasame sword, the resonance of dragon blood, the sword thirsting for blood.

The air in the hall was compressed by an invisible pressure, and the gravel bounced on the ground.

"hehe."

"Please me."

"Mixed-race person".

Orochi waited leisurely for Chu Zihang to compress his human side.

The essence of Bloodlust is not actually to enhance the genes of the dragon race, but to deliberately weaken the genes of humans through willpower.

For a dragon hybrid, there are two mental attributes, one human and one dragon, existing simultaneously in his mind.

In the conflict between two spirits, the human spirit usually prevails, which is why the bloodline of mixed races remains stable.

Only special hybrids can retain the human spirit while suppressing it, thereby releasing the spirit belonging to the dragon.

The hybrids who have gone through a bloodbath undergo more than just a change in their mental state.

Dragon genes also seemed to sense this change and began to become active.

All the hidden characteristics of dragons in their bodies were activated.

Dragon genes began to modify human genes, which is the theoretical basis for the concept of berserker blood.

Dragonization occurs at each stage of the Bloodlust, and the degree of dragonization gradually increases as the Bloodlust level increases.

The higher the level of ferocity, the greater the increase in the hybrid's strength.

In the world of hybrids, bloodlust is an extremely dangerous technique.

Because when the proportion of dragon blood in a hybrid's body exceeds a critical blood limit, the hybrid will lose consciousness and become a dragon blood dead servant.

Chu Zihang has already completed four blood surges.

His pupils had completely transformed into the vertical pupils of a pure-blooded dragon.

Scales emerged from his neck and the back of his hands, and his bones roared like dragons within him.

The dark red patterns on the Murasame sword spread to his arm, blurring the line between the sword and the man.

This is forbidden territory.

Once Chu Zihang takes another step across the boundary between humans and dragons, he will never be able to come back.

He will fall into the abyss of the dragon spirit.

Chu Zihang knew the consequences of repeated bloodshed, but he didn't care.

Murasame slashes out.

This was Chu Zihang's strongest strike to date.

That pure speed and power had already reached the realm of pure-blooded dragons.

When the blade struck, it seemed as if the air itself was ablaze.

Visible flames coiled around the blade, forming a crimson streak that stained the dome of the hall blood-red.

Chu Zihang's Word of Power, Lord's Flame, began to exert its power.

Junyan, serial number 89, bloodline is King of Bronze and Fire, belongs to high-risk Word of Power.

Chu Zihang's Junyan in its berserk state had a burning power equivalent to napalm, a carbon-based biological extermination device.

After Chu Zihang's blood gushed out three times, Jun Yan had formed a black halo around Chu Zihang, and he could control the power and range of Jun Yan.

Before unleashing his full power, Chu Zihang's release of the Monarch Flame could even harm his teammates.

This is also why Chu Zihang did not use the Word of Power: Monarch's Flame to kill the swarm of serpents.

For the first time, Orochi finally faced his opponent squarely.

He gripped the sickle with both hands.

The massive, dark black scythe spun half a circle in his hand, the hilt and blade swapping positions, and a sudden surge of dark red blood light erupted from the blade.

Orochi held his sickle horizontally in front of him, a gesture resembling an ancient ritual.

The sickle collided with Murasame in mid-air.