At the edge of Jiaolong Pool, the wind had stopped, but the water churned and surged due to the dragon's fury.
All the cultivators retreated dozens of feet away, holding their breath and watching the scene intently—Xiao Chen stood alone, holding a rusty iron spear, confronting the enormous black water dragon. His figure appeared extremely small in front of the dragon, yet he exuded an indomitable determination.
"Is he crazy? Is he really going to fight alone?" a rogue cultivator from the Western Regions exclaimed in a low voice, his eyes filled with disbelief.
The cultivators from the Southern Region clenched their fists, feeling both tense and conflicted—if Xiao Chen could kill the dragon, the Southern Region would have regained its reputation; but judging from the current situation, he probably wouldn't last long.
"roar--!"
Enraged by Xiao Chen's spear, the Black Water Dragon lowered its massive head, its single horn gleaming with an eerie light, and charged fiercely at Xiao Chen! The force of the attack caused the trees by the pool to rustle, and the pressure of the half-step Nascent Soul cultivator was so tangible that even the cultivators in the distance could not breathe.
Xiao Chen's eyes narrowed, but he didn't take the attack head-on. His footwork shifted like willow catkins in the wind, narrowly avoiding the dragon's charge—this was the "Swimming Step" that Lin Zhou had taught him. It seemed casual, but he always managed to step into the most precise positions to avoid fatal attacks.
"clang!"
The dragon crashed into the boulder behind Xiao Chen, instantly shattering it and sending debris flying. Taking advantage of this brief opening, Xiao Chen turned and thrust his spear again at the gap in the dragon's scales that he had previously torn open!
"Pfft!"
Another spurt of blood shot out, and the dragon roared in pain, its giant tail sweeping out like a steel whip, so fast that it was just a blur!
Xiao Chen was prepared. He touched the ground with the tip of his spear, using the momentum to leap into the air and narrowly dodge the tail strike. The giant tail swept across the water, creating a huge wave that pressed down like a city wall. He twisted his body in mid-air, the tip of his spear drawing an arc, splitting a gap in the wave, and landed on the rocks by the pool. His clothes were already wet, and his face was slightly pale—he was deliberately controlling the consumption of his spiritual energy, while pretending to be exhausted.
"He can't hold on much longer!" A cultivator noticed Xiao Chen's weakness and exclaimed in a low voice.
The dragon clearly sensed this as well, and the red light in its eyes intensified. It stopped chasing and instead opened its mouth to spew out a dense barrage of black water arrows covered with a viscous corrosive liquid, blocking all of Xiao Chen's evasive maneuvers!
"Now!" Xiao Chen's heart skipped a beat.
He appeared to frantically parry with his spear, but in reality, each swing precisely struck the weakest point of the water arrows, deflecting most of them. Just as the last few water arrows were about to hit him, he suddenly ducked, and his rusty iron spear, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, glided along the water's surface, once again aiming for the old wound beneath the dragon's belly!
"roar--!"
The dragon let out a painful roar as the wound on its belly was torn open again, gushing out black blood that stained a large area of the pool red. Its massive body writhed violently, clearly indicating that it was seriously injured.
"What a great opportunity!" The cultivators from the Southern Region in the distance couldn't help but cheer.
But the next second, the dragon's counterattack became even more ferocious—it suddenly dived into the pool, and the huge wave it created swept Xiao Chen into it. At the same time, countless black water vines emerged from the water, wrapping around Xiao Chen like ropes. The corrosive liquid on the water vines sizzled, and could leave pits when it touched the rocks!
"Oh no!" the Purple Lightning Sect cultivator cried out in alarm.
Swept into the water and entangled by water vines, even a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator would find it difficult to escape!
Just when everyone thought Xiao Chen was doomed, a dazzling black light suddenly burst forth from the giant wave!
"Wildfire Spear Technique - Broken!"
Xiao Chen's voice echoed from the giant waves, carrying a deliberately suppressed panting, as if he had exhausted all his strength. The rusty iron spear spun like a wheel in his hand, unleashing its power and shattering all the entangled water vines! At the same time, using the propulsion of the water, he shot out from underwater like an arrow, the spear tip pointing directly at the dragon's head emerging from the water!
This spear thrust concentrated eighty percent of his spiritual power at that moment, and the tip of the spear even showed a faint blood color—that was a trace of his essence blood that he deliberately forced out to increase its power and make the thrust look even more "desperate".
The dragon clearly hadn't expected him to counterattack from underwater. By the time it reacted, the spear tip was already right in front of it! It hurriedly turned its head, trying to dodge, but it was still a step too late—
"Pfft!"
The rusty iron spear pierced deep into the dragon's left eye!
"roar--!!!"
An extremely shrill roar echoed through the mountains and forests. The dragon twisted its body wildly, and the resulting waves were ten times more violent than before, affecting even cultivators dozens of feet away, who all retreated.
Xiao Chen was thrown by the giant wave and crashed heavily onto the rocks by the pool. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face as pale as paper, and his hand holding the gun was trembling slightly—all of this was a deliberate act of "weakness" on his part.
The dragon's left eye was bleeding profusely, and the excruciating pain caused it to completely lose its mind. Its massive body rolled wildly in the pool, stirring up the water, but it could no longer pinpoint Xiao Chen's location.
"Now!" A sharp glint flashed in Xiao Chen's eyes. Taking advantage of the dragon's confusion, he forced himself to stand up and once again poured spiritual power into the gun. This time, he aimed at the softest reverse scale on the dragon's neck!
"drink!"
He used all his strength to throw the rusty iron gun!
The spear, like a meteor, pierced the air with a sharp sound, precisely striking the dragon's reverse scale!
"roar--!"
The dragon let out a final, unwilling roar, its massive body suddenly stiffened, then slowly sank into the pool, creating one last ripple before falling completely silent.
The poolside was deathly silent.
Everyone stared in disbelief at the dragon sinking to the bottom of the pool, then looked at Xiao Chen, who was leaning on a gun, covered in blood, and swaying precariously—he... really killed the half-step Nascent Soul Black Water Dragon all by himself?
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