Chapter 1195 - Wilderness Training
When Liu Wuxie unleashed all three forms at once, Mad Dog panicked. Even as an Origin Conversion Realm cultivator, he could barely sustain two forms together, yet Liu Wuxie had done three with only the Heaven Profound Realm.
Mad Dog's mind reeled. Was Liu Wuxie even human? Mortal cultivators weren't supposed to be capable of such a feat.
The true essence in Liu Wuxie's desolate world drained rapidly, yet his reserves were hundreds of times greater than those of an ordinary cultivator. If not for his low cultivation, he could have executed all nine forms simultaneously.
Of course, Liu Wuxie had no intention of explaining. Liu Wuxie had already doomed him. By executing three forms at once, Liu Wuxie made his advantage clear, and his mastery deepened with every strike.
Liu Wuxie's figure flickered, scattering afterimages across the battlefield. In an instant, he appeared behind Mad Dog and unleashed the first form, Dragon Subduing Tiger. His fist slammed into Mad Dog's back. Blood burst from Mad Dog's mouth, his face draining of color.
Had it not been for his physique as a cultivator at the Origin Conversion Realm rather than at the Transcendent Realm, that single blow would have killed him outright.
Even so, agony pervaded him as Liu Wuxie's true essence ravaged his internal organs. Survival meant being crippled. His cultivation would plummet, never to recover to its peak.
Before Mad Dog could react, Liu Wuxie blurred again, unleashing the second form, Dragon Slither. He vanished and reappeared from impossible angles, shuttling through space itself.
No matter how Mad Dog struggled, he remained firmly in Liu Wuxie's grasp.
However, Liu Wuxie understood that his dominance in their fight relied on the technique. If he faced another opponent who had mastered the Nine Heavenly Dragon Forms, he would probably not achieve such suppression. He seized complete control by clashing with Mad Dog on equal ground, form against form.
Blow after blow struck Mad Dog, tossing his body through the air like a rag doll, battered and broken. Once called "Mad Dog," he now looked more like a beaten, bloodied cur.
Blood soaked him. From the very first strike, he knew Liu Wuxie had sealed his fate.