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Seeing that there was an obstacle in front, it did not dodge. Instead, it rushed over in a straight line. Trees along the way collapsed, and boulders were shattered. The ferocity of that aura caused everyone's hearts to tremble, and they subconsciously wanted to flee.
"Come at me!"
Facing this enormous monster that was extremely ferocious, Mo Beichen coldly snorted. His gaze was cold and killing intent surged, his fist was like a dragon, roaring and attacking like a mad tiger.
This punch was incomparably fierce, even the void seemed to tremble, as if it was about to shatter, bringing about an incomparable pressure to the Wild Horned Battle Dragon.
This was especially so for the fist. It was accompanied by an aura that made it secretly frightened, as if there was an ancient Tyrant Dragon hidden within. It was a bloodline pressure, causing it to unconsciously grow fearful of it.
This fist strike was precisely the weakened version of the Raging Python Draconic Fist.
Otherwise, no matter what level of enemy he faced, if he went all out, wouldn't it be wasting his strength by shooting mosquitoes?
To deal with such a relatively weaker Demonic Beast, Mo Beichen did not need to use his strongest fist technique. As long as he could kill the other party, that would be enough.
In reality, Mo Beichen had deliberately trained his fists while he continued to fight.
His few types of spiritual weapons were very powerful, but they were all moves that took a lot of effort.
Facing some strong enemies, if he was unable to win in a short period of time, and the War Qi was exhausted, he did not have any decent close combat methods, so he might be hanged and beaten.
Because of this, he rarely used any of those flashy moves when killing his enemies. Instead, he was more inclined to use close-combat moves that landed punches on flesh. In fact, it was rare for anyone to use a Bloodscale Battle Body.
Otherwise, in this region, the number of Demonic Beast that could fend off his attacks would probably be very few.
If he could kill his opponent in a few moves, then the so-called tempering would lose its original meaning.
Keeping some tricks up his sleeve to prepare for future emergencies was also something that Mo Beichen had comprehended during his countless life and death experiences.
No one would casually share these experiences. They would rely on themselves to comprehend them.
Under Mo Beichen's control, it attached itself to his fist. After the Raging Horned War Dragon felt the sliver of the bloody scales of might that belonged to the azure flame, it was immediately intimidated and produced a slight pause. However, in this short instant, it was instantly suppressed and forced into a passive state.
Boom!
The fist tore through the air, tearing the air apart. A thunderous explosion sounded out, as if there was a thunderous explosion in front of them. With just a single punch, the Horned Dragon was beaten until his flesh split open and blood splattered. His enormous body abruptly trembled, and he almost fell down.
However, its defenses were strong, and its four limbs were firmly held onto the ground. It didn't fall down.
After stabilizing itself, it was stimulated by its own blood energy, causing it to descend into a frenzy. Its four hooves trampled fiercely as it raised its enormous head, brandishing its battle horn as it rumbled and rushed over.
"Clang clang!"
Seeing it approaching menacingly, Mo Beichen dodged and punched one of the battle horns, causing sparks to fly all over the place. The battle horn trembled and unexpectedly produced a clear sound that sounded like metal, which was somewhat inconceivable.
Mo Beichen looked at his numb fists, his eyes revealing a look of shock.
His physical body seemed to have become even stronger, as if it was forged from steel. Not only was his strength powerful, even his physical strength had increased tremendously.
Mo Beichen reckoned that he would be able to break apart a low ranked totem with his bare hands. A normal mid ranked totem would be difficult to harm.
After realising this, Mo Beichen was overjoyed, and his expression became even more excited.
He raised his fist and punched out repeatedly. Explosions continuously appeared in the air. This was the sound of his fist violently rubbing against the air, resulting in the sound of a hole being pierced through.
The Raging Horned War Dragon was also not willing to be outdone. It would attack and attack with all its might as it clashed with Mo Beichen.
One big and one small, the two figures leaped back and forth, attacking from both sides. Their auras were brutal and brutal, filled with violence and beauty.
However, most of the time, it was the Horned Dragon who was being beaten up, getting beaten up so badly. If not for Mo Beichen deliberately suppressing his strength, in order to train his fist techniques, it would have been killed a long time ago.
If he wanted to further improve his fist technique, Mo Beichen could only train in the midst of a life and death battle.
At the same time, he was also able to continuously absorb that murderous intent and violent aura from the Horned Dragon which was brimming with a tyrannical aura, using it to merge with his own fist technique and will.
This was the method he used to painstakingly comprehend his Raging Python Draconic Fist.
Mo Beichen felt that this move was still too simple. It lacked change and was not at the limit of its power yet.
Raging Python Draconic Fist, with limitless potential!
In his mind, he could completely separate it into the Raging Python Fist and War Dragon Fist.
If he could practice these two fist techniques separately to the pinnacle and then merge them into one, the power would surely soar and reach an extremely shocking level!
But right now, Mo Beichen was continuously pondering his thoughts, hoping to first comprehend Raging Python Fist, and reach the state of going berserk when punching out, like a giant python leaving its hole. Once they found prey, they would be able to pester them. They would not give up until they were dead, and they were overbearing and unreasonable.
"Roar!"
The Berserker Horned Battle Dragon roared towards the sky. It endured the numerous injuries on its body and continued to attack, hoping to kill the enemy in front of it.
From its conscious, it had never been injured like this before. It was almost crushed, and had little strength to fight back.
With the ancient bloodline in its body, it was born stronger than normal Demonic Beast.
After all these years, the Raging Horned War Dragon had traversed across Crying Demon Abyss and killed countless powerful Demonic Beast s, making it rare for him to be a match for it. Even if he wanted to find a worthy opponent, it would be rather difficult.
Unexpectedly, today, it met a terrifying enemy that it had never encountered before. It used all of its strength, yet it was still unable to gain the upper hand.
It was just a small creature, yet it was able to unleash such shocking power, making the wild horned battle dragon angry to the extreme. His roar was unceasing, and an absolute power continuously surged out, bringing with it a terrifying speed as it charged forward, shaking the entire area!
This battle, under the control of Mo Beichen, had become extremely intense.
One was the overlord of the great wasteland behemoths, and the other was a young genius among humans.
Inside his tiny body, there was a power that was as fierce as a volcano.
Even if it was to polish its fist technique, it was still suppressing the gigantic Battle Horn Dragon, causing it to be in a rage at all times, yet it was still unable to defeat the strong enemy.
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The rage and grievance in his heart almost burnt through his heart and lungs, causing the Wild Horned Battle Dragon to be so depressed that it wanted to vomit blood.
Boom!
Suddenly, a huge fist flew over, emitting a hazy radiance. Strands of power interweaved on top of it, forming a terrifying force that fiercely smashed into the Battle Horned Dragon's lower jaw.
It broke its bones, splattered its blood, and howled in pain.
Under the dizziness, the Wild Horned Battle Dragon actually didn't retaliate, but was instead stunned by a single punch. It stood there in a daze, as if it had forgotten that it was still in the battlefield.
This punch was extremely tyrannical and contained a ferocious power. It seemed to emit the faint cry of a snake and was filled with a domineering aura.
Up till now, Mo Beichen had already made use of the Wild Horned War Dragon's power and condensed his own fist technique. But for him, this was still not enough!
In other words, this Raging Horned War Dragon was not strong enough to satisfy Mo Beichen's demands.
After fighting with it for so long, Mo Beichen was already familiar with its movements and methods. It was unable to provide him with anything useful anymore, so he could only regretfully kill it.