"What did he say? He's still just warming up!"

"What a show-off! And he actually pulled it off again, damn it!"

"Could it be there's actually a chance he really hasn't used full strength yet?"

"No way, they just arm-wrestled for half a day, and it turns out both of them were just doing Tai Chi? If they went all out from the start, were they afraid we'd get scared to death?"

"He should about be using full strength too!" Mo Lingyun's gaze moved away from Lin Yuan. "I know very well how capable he is, I just don't know if he can still take what's coming next. I keep feeling like this Gu Tianle is hiding a lot of stuff on him!"

...

"Hahaha, warming up…" Lin Yuan laughed with a slightly strange look in his eyes. "Yeah, hahaha, the warm-up should indeed be over. Gu Tianle, you're qualified to witness the true power of my Dragon-Scale Arm!"

All of a sudden, the aura on Lin Yuan's body changed. Amid the aura that belonged to Humans, there was now a touch of the Black Dragon King's ferocity. That single drop of Essence Blood was absorbed into his body through Lin Yuan's Divine Veins, letting him possess a situation similar to a Warcraft Bloodline. The scar on his arm was also seething with black qi.

"Crack!" In an instant, that arm actually swelled to almost twice its size! It directly tore his sleeve apart!

"Holy shit! What the hell is that?"

"His hand… actually grew scales? Is he half-human, half-beast?!"

"No! Lin Yuan is the legitimate bloodline of their Empire's Royal Family. It's just that because he absorbed the Black Dragon King's Essence Blood, his body gained some Warcraft traits. He can completely control this trait at will. Once he goes all out, what he shows at this moment is his true power!"

"My god, the Black Dragon King—that's one of the most top-level Warcrafts. No wonder his body is even tougher than ordinary top-level Warcrafts. This really is Gift plus lucky chance all landing on him!"

"If this Gu Tianle can still win, then there's no justice in the world. No wonder Martial Artists below Third Grade Divine Cultivator don't even dare spar with him. Even a Fourth Grade Divine Cultivator, if they don't have some tricks, can only stand there and get beaten!"

"What a coincidence, I can transform too!" Zhang Menglong glanced at that arm, which had become utterly hideous, and the corner of his mouth curled upward. After activating the Black Dragon King's power, Lin Yuan's strength had once again skyrocketed. With Lin Yuan's current physical state, even Zhang Menglong was finding it hard to withstand him.

"What?" Hearing Zhang Menglong's words, a trace of shock flashed through Lin Yuan's eyes. His current strength came from the Black Dragon King's Essence Blood, a stroke of fortune that came once in a thousand years. Could it be Zhang Menglong had encountered a similar lucky chance?

From Zhang Menglong's bones there seemed to come the sound of a dragon's roar. His arm became almost identical to Lin Yuan's, swelling to more than double thickness at a speed visible to the naked eye. Dark red scales surfaced on Zhang Menglong's arm as well.

In the center of the scales, black qi was gradually spreading. This black mist, which possessed powerful corrosive and destructive power, even left some black scorch marks on the metal.

"You…" Lin Yuan really hadn't expected Zhang Menglong to be hiding such a trump card. He could even faintly sense that something similar to a Warcraft Bloodline was also flowing in Zhang Menglong's body—only this Bloodline was denser and even more noble than his own.

"You really are full of surprises!" Lin Yuan's expression now carried a hint of a bitter smile. He possessed twelve Divine Veins plus the Black Dragon King's Bloodline, yet he didn't have any advantage at all in front of Zhang Menglong!

...

"He… he also has this kind of ability…" The smile on Mo Lingyun's face froze. Just one Lin Yuan already weighed on him so much he couldn't breathe. Now add a Gu Tianle on top, and his heart was starting to collapse.

"These two, they're simply monsters!"

"I was clearly just watching two Humans arm-wrestle, and halfway through they both turned into monsters."

"To live in the same era as them is truly our misfortune."

The two people on either side of the metal block had already entered full firepower mode. One was shrouded in dense black qi, the other in a dark red, bloody aura. It was hard to believe this was actually a contest between Martial Artists at the Divine Breath Realm!

They were all clearly the same age, yet everyone else just felt out of place. It even felt like if they so much as approached that spot, there was a chance they'd be crushed to death in an instant by those two forces.

"Look, it seems like cracks are about to appear on that Wanhui Silverflow!"

"My god, that's metal even Fourth or Fifth Grade Divine Cultivators might not be able to damage. Aren't these two a bit too ruthless?"

"This… Gu Tianle's aura seems like it's about to overwhelm Lin Yuan's. His aura seems to be corroding Lin Yuan's aura."

"Yeah! Don't tell me Gu Tianle's actually gaining the upper hand?"

"Boom!"

The Wanhui Silverflow metal could no longer withstand the two of them and suddenly exploded. And this explosion wasn't the usual shattering into chunks, but being evenly pulverized by force into fine dust that slowly drifted down.

Zhang Menglong and Lin Yuan each took three steps back, then both stabilized their stance.

"Damn, even Wanhui Silverflow got shattered by them?"

"Shattered? It's more than shattered—it's powdered, okay?"

"So what do we call this? A draw?"

"Yeah, at this point it's probably hard to decide a winner using this method."

"But I still think Gu Tianle is a little stronger. After all, Lin Yuan is already at the Peak of Seventh Grade Divine Breath, while Gu Tianle is only a Third or Fourth Grade Spiritual Body. If they started on the same starting line, that really would be unimaginable."

"Looks like it's a draw between us today." The aura around Zhang Menglong's body gradually returned to calm, and that grotesque arm reverted to normal.

"You don't have to go easy on me," Lin Yuan sighed. "Losing is losing, it's not like I can't afford to lose."

Lin Yuan's arm returned to its normal shape as well. But unlike Zhang Menglong's fair, smooth arm, his still carried a faint strange redness. You could even clearly see some bulging veins and meridians, making it look somewhat sickly.

Even with the power of the Black Dragon King, opening eight Divine Veins left his body slightly unable to bear it. The burden on his arm was very heavy.

In contrast, using such power didn't seem to place any burden on Zhang Menglong's body at all. Just this alone made Zhang Menglong stronger than him.

Moreover, he could clearly feel that in the final moments, Zhang Menglong's power had already begun to gradually suppress his. Unless he went all out and forcibly activated the ninth Divine Vein no matter the cost, he would definitely lose.

When Zhang Menglong called it a draw, he was simply giving Lin Yuan a way to step down. Just this point alone made Lin Yuan develop a different kind of goodwill toward him.

But Lin Yuan didn't belittle himself either. This still wasn't the limit of his growth. After all, he still had four Divine Veins that hadn't been opened. Once he reached the Peak of Divine Cultivator and could fully utilize all twelve of his Divine Veins, his strength would absolutely skyrocket, and he might not necessarily be weaker than Zhang Menglong.

And once he broke through to the Dao Realm, he would definitely have more of an edge than Zhang Menglong!

He could comprehend multiple Daos, but Zhang Menglong's only path was to let his body itself become Dao. To reach the level of Martial Artists who possessed multiple Daos that way would be even harder.

"I'm really looking forward to fighting alongside you in the assessment," Lin Yuan said. "I'll catch up to you in the future."

"Hahaha, I guarantee you won't even see my taillights."

"You bastard, you're way too good at putting people down." Lin Yuan smiled helplessly. "But I've decided—we're friends now. After this, come visit our Moqing Empire, I'll treat you to a meal."

"Sure, definitely!"

Watching Lin Yuan's departing back, Zhang Menglong also smiled. "That guy's actually not bad. Worth making friends with."

He glanced around at the crowd. After today, there probably wouldn't be anyone else coming to mess with me, right?