Ultra: Dragon Sword Journey

Chapter 177 Original Form - The Arrival of the Venerable Dragon Sword

"Asshole! How can this guy be so powerful? He can even lock onto my body by manipulating the energy of time and space!"

Just now, Long Jiandao wanted to use the energy of time and space to make his body empty so as to avoid Aitalga's fatal blow, but who would have thought that the other party also mastered the skills of controlling the energy of time and space, and locked onto his body in advance, making his carefully planned dodge plan completely fail.

At that moment, Long Jiandao was struck by a powerful blow from Etarga. This terrifying force, like a surging torrent, easily penetrated the sturdy armor on his body and reflected back at Zhao Ming with overwhelming force.

At this moment, he felt as if he had been hit hard by a speeding heavy truck. He felt a piercing pain in his chest and back, as if it was going to tear him apart.

"Damn guy, how dare you look down on me like that!" Looking at Atarga's playful expression like a cat teasing a mouse, the anger in Zhao Ming's heart instantly rose and burned fiercely.

His eyes were wide open, veins popped out on his forehead, and he roared through gritted teeth: "Thunder Key!" Then, he prepared to take out the last and most powerful lightning form upgrade key hidden in his body without hesitation to launch a Jedi counterattack.

However, at this moment, the golden dragon head on the Dragon-Slaying Sword suddenly flashed a dazzling red light, and a majestic and urgent voice suddenly sounded.

"Calm down, Zhao Ming! Your mind is in turmoil right now. Even if you could summon a more powerful force, you wouldn't be able to control it and unleash its true power!"

Hearing this, Zhao Ming's hand, which had been stretched out towards the Thunder Key, suddenly stopped in mid-air. He widened his eyes and wanted to refute with an unwilling look on his face, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something and he couldn't say a word.

Indeed, all along, no matter what kind of enemy he faced, Zhao Ming was able to easily win with his outstanding strength, and he had almost never encountered any real setbacks.

Because of this, the sudden fierce battle and the overwhelming advantage displayed by Aitalga made him lose his usual composure and calmness, and in his heat of the moment he wanted to launch a desperate counterattack.

"Your current state is exactly the same as Ming Shenjian Er's when he first fought Meng Yue - excessive and blind arrogance!" The voice of Jilong Sword sounded again, mercilessly pointing out the mistake Zhao Ming was currently making.

Then, Zhao Ming took a deep breath, as if to absorb all the tension and anxiety into his stomach.

He closed his eyes tightly, silently chanted a mantra to calm his heart, and tried his best to calm his wildly beating heart.

Because he knew very well that what Jilongjian said was absolutely right. If he allowed impulse to dominate his actions at this moment, he would surely face a faster defeat.

"Then how should we respond now?" Zhao Ming opened his eyes, looked at the Dragon-Slaying Sword with a firm gaze, and asked anxiously.

"First, you must remain calm, then carefully observe his every move and look for his weaknesses. Although he may seem powerful, he is by no means perfect or without flaws.

Especially during the brief pauses between his attacks, that's often the perfect time for us to find loopholes." Jilongjian responded quickly.

At this moment, Aitarga, who had been paying close attention to the movements here, saw that Zhao Ming was no longer as impulsive and reckless as before, and couldn't help showing a hint of surprise.

However, this moment of surprise was fleeting, and immediately afterwards, he launched another fierce attack without hesitation.

As Atalga danced with his hands, a dazzling golden light suddenly gathered and formed a small space-time storm in the blink of an eye.

This space-time storm roared towards Zhao Ming, obviously wanting to absorb Long Jiandao into it in one fell swoop and then exhaust all the energy contained in his body.

Faced with such a fierce attack, Zhao Ming didn't dare to be careless. He concentrated on sensing the subtle changes in the flow of space-time energy around him, not missing any clues.

Suddenly, he noticed that every time Atalga attacked, extremely weak energy fluctuations and disturbances would appear in his right shoulder area.

"Could it be that... that's the key to breaking through this situation?" A thought flashed through Zhao Ming's mind like lightning. He secretly made up his mind, ready to seize this fleeting opportunity and give it a try.

Just at this moment, Aitalga approached again like a ghost, and swung his huge fist towards Zhao Ming.

Long Jiandao, who had already planned this, deliberately exposed a flaw, pretending to be unable to withstand the opponent's terrifying strength, and his body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string.

Like a ferocious beast, Etarga pursued with all his might. Filled with a thirst for victory and confidence, each step carried a deadly threat, as if he were determined to crush Dragon Sword Dao completely.

But at this critical moment, he did not fall into despair. His sharp eyes were fixed on Etarga, like a cheetah waiting for the best time to attack.

Finally, when Aitalga was approaching and thought he was about to deal a fatal blow to Long Jiandao, he suddenly seized the fleeting opportunity.

Long Jiandao instantly channeled all his strength into the Dragon-Slaying Sword he held tightly in his hand, and an incomparably powerful aura suddenly erupted. With a roar, Long Jiandao unleashed his ultimate skill—the Ultimate Demonic Bullet Slash.

In an instant, his entire body turned into an extremely sharp sword-shaped energy beam, stabbing towards Atarga's right shoulder at an astonishing speed.

Aitalga obviously did not expect Zhao Ming to have such a swift counterattack. Although he tried his best to dodge, he was still a step too slow.

With a single "puff," the Dragon-Slaying Sword pierced Etarga's right shoulder with unerring precision, splattering blood everywhere. Severely wounded, Etarga let out a roar of agony that echoed throughout the battlefield.

As the attack hit, a health bar appeared on the body of the seemingly invincible Atalga.

At this moment, he was no longer as powerful, invincible, and formidable as before. Taking advantage of this rare opportunity, Long Jiandao didn't dare slack off. With a flash of his body, he quickly distanced himself from Etarga, adjusting his stance and preparing for the fiercer battle to come.

"Hmph, it seems you're not without flaws! Now it's my turn to fight back!" Zhao Ming's eyes were determined as he chanted in his heart, "Three Elements Unite! Fire, ice, and thunder, combine the power of these three into one and release the most primitive form of power!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Dragon Sword Dao within Zhao Ming began to tremble violently, as if an endless force was brewing within it. Immediately afterwards, three distinct yet intertwined torrents of power gushed out of his body.

The red flames burned fiercely, the blue ice was freezing cold, and the purple thunder flashed and roared. These three forces intertwined in the air and gradually merged into a huge dragon.

The dragon's body was enormous and sinuous, its surface covered in a dense layer of golden scales. Reflected by the surrounding light, these scales shone with a dazzling brilliance, like a peerless divine weapon.

The giant dragon raised its head high, opened its bloody mouth, revealing rows of sharp teeth, exuding a terrifying power and supreme majesty.

At that moment, a shocking scene occurred—the enormous dragon, gleaming with deep golden light, merged into Long Jiandao's body like a surging torrent. With the infusion of this powerful force, Long Jiandao's form began to change dramatically.

In the blink of an eye, the person who appeared in front of everyone was no longer the ordinary-looking Long Jiandao, but a majestic and imposing magic bullet warrior.

His entire body was covered in a thick and gorgeous dark golden armor, and his bright blood-red cloak fluttered in the wind.

On his head was a dazzling golden helmet, like a bright sun, emitting endless majesty and light.

The most striking thing was the gleaming, deep-gold Dragon-Slaying Sword he clutched. Mysterious runes loomed on the blade, seemingly imbued with boundless power. At this moment, Long Jiandao exuded an aura of invincibility, a terrifying presence.

"Original form, Venerable Long Jiandao. Come on!" Long Jiandao shouted excitedly, and then danced with the deep golden dragon-slaying sword in his hand.

The sword drew beautiful arcs in the air, accompanied by a burst of cheerful and exciting sounds, as if announcing its power to the world.

However, Etarga, who had just recovered from the attack of Dragon Sword Dao's sword energy, was not frightened by the scene before him.

It stared at Long Jiandao with a cold gaze and said through gritted teeth, "Upgrading your form? Humph, nothing special! Now I'm going to get serious..."