With the awkward-dance grenades paired with the spring onion holy swords, it was simply the ultimate mob-clearing combo.
In the blink of an eye, more than twenty minutes passed, and the Dracula forces were reduced to half their number.
Nearly three thousand Dracula members lay motionless on the ground, each with a spring onion stuck in their head.
The Home Raid Squad suffered almost zero losses and now held an overwhelming advantage over the remaining Dracula members.
At this moment, everyone looked at Jiang Nan as if he were a god.
One man had single-handedly turned the entire battle around.
Without Jiang Nan’s full-team awkward-dance move, Dracula’s numbers and their immortality trait would have made this a brutal slog.
They might not have lost, but the casualties would have been heavy.
Now, however, they held absolute dominance. Wiping out the remaining Dracula forces was only a matter of time.
The fighting continued.
At the same time, high in the sky, the chase between Ye Zhenguo and Barton had reached fever pitch.
Barton was covered in blood, his black cloak riddled with holes, his face bruised and swollen from being chased and beaten by Ye Zhenguo.
Barton: (#)༎ຶд༎ຶ(#)
“Could you stop poking me already? Fight me fair and square if you dare.”
Ye Zhenguo was also riddled with bloody wounds, but his old face was full of smug delight. He was clearly enjoying himself.
╭∧╮(΄◞ิʖ̫◟ิ‵)╭∧╮
“Fair and square? Alright then. You asked for it.”
With that, five consecutive sonic booms rang out in the sky. Ye Zhenguo looped in a wide arc, rising from below, golden dragon claws reaching skyward as he stabbed furiously.
Barton’s eyes widened. A chill ran down his spine.
That’s not what I meant.
You actually take it literally?
We’re both Dao Heaven experts. Can we have some dignity?
Barton twisted desperately and barely dodged Ye Zhenguo’s critical strike.
Yet he was still pierced in the chest. His heart clenched in anticipation of heavenly numbness.
But apart from pain, there was no paralysing sensation?
The old dragon’s paralysing claw had failed?
Ye Zhenguo: (΄◞ิ.̫.̫◟ิ‵) Feel good?
Barton gave a cold laugh. “Feels fantastic.”
Ye Zhenguo paused. “Then why aren’t you screaming?”
“Don’t feel like it.”
Nearby, Gu Xiaowei, filming nonstop with her camera, was losing her mind.
What exactly were these two old men, nearly two hundred years old combined, saying to each other?
Ye Zhenguo was stunned. Have you grown too bold, or have my claws lost their edge?
If you won’t scream, there’s no fun in poking you.
He yanked out his claws and stabbed at Barton in a blur of afterimages.
Scream?
Will you scream or not?
Yet Barton’s expression gradually twisted into something ferocious.
“Spirit technique: Blood Rage.”
His withered frame bulged with terrifying muscle in an instant. He threw a punch straight at Ye Zhenguo’s face.
Boom.
The crushing blow smashed Ye Zhenguo from the sky.
His head buzzed.
Why isn’t my paralysing claw working? It was fine just now.
As he tried to rise, Barton, pumped full of adrenaline, charged in. Countless crimson blood spikes erupted from his body, raining down on the grounded Ye Zhenguo.
The earth thundered.
Barton’s eyes burned with fury. Gripping his cane, he swung at Ye Zhenguo’s head.
“You kept poking me. I’ll beat you to death.”
Ye Zhenguo panicked and roared, “Spirit technique: Bone-Shattering Dragon Claw.”
His two dragon claws suddenly glowed cyan as he clawed at Barton.
But the moment the claws extended, Ye Zhenguo exploded inwardly.
What dragon claws? He only had two golden poking claws left, and he couldn’t retract them.
What the hell.
Boom boom boom.
Barton’s cane struck true, raising a massive lump on Ye Zhenguo’s head.
Then he swung wildly, tears in his eyes.
“(ꐦಥ益ಥ) Aaaah. I’ll kill you.”
Ye Zhenguo hurriedly blocked with his poking claws, but Barton was ferocious. The cane whirled like a storm.
He was truly enraged.
Ye Zhenguo: !!!
“Stop swinging. No more swinging at a time like this.”
Where was his glorious Azure Dragon War God moment?
How did it flip like this?
Gu Xiaowei’s eyes hardened. “No way. As a tool, I must complete the mission Boss South gave me.”
“Film with my life. Miss no detail.”
[Resentment value from Ye Zhenguo +1000.]
[From Ye Zhenguo…]
The live stream chat exploded with comments.
“Oh ho ho? The tide turned? What happened? Flipped?”
“Barton’s a beast. Comeback from the brink? Reverse sweep?”
“The Azure Dragon War God is getting old. This looks bad.”
Ye Zhenguo, head covered in lumps, roared, “Kid. Where’s the support you promised? This old geezer’s going wild.”
Jiang Nan, busy clearing mobs, glanced over and saw Ye Zhenguo being pounded into the ground. His mind blanked.
How did it flip? Half an hour and still not down?
“I’m busy here. Brother Ye, chug that Dali quick. One sip of Dali, and you’re a miracle.”
“I’ll come help after I drop another hundred or so.”
Ye Zhenguo: (;´༎ຶ皿༎ຶ`)
So the new stubble on my head won’t survive after all.
No time to hesitate. Without Dali, he really would lose.
He quickly pulled out the bottle of Dali 2.0 and gulped it down.
“You think only you can bulk up?”
In the next instant, Ye Zhenguo transformed into a muscular half-dragon. Scales fell from his head, radiating blinding light.
Barton was nearly blinded and instinctively closed his eyes.
“Gaia~ So dazzling.”
Ye Zhenguo seized the chance, carp-leaping to his feet, grabbing Barton’s neck and headbutting him.
Boom.
He sent Barton flying, chased after, and unleashed a furious beating.
Both now maintained half-beast forms, abandoning aerial combat for brutal close-quarters brawling.
They avoided full beastification to prevent collateral damage to their own side.
Barton, blinded, suffered heavily at first, pinned and blasted with dragon breath to the face.
But the advantage lasted only moments. Barton simply closed his eyes and fought, using infrasound spirit technique for echolocation.
Now the two rolled on the ground, locked in grappling holds, immobilising each other.
-`(ꐦಠ益ಠ)وԅ(ರ益ರ(#)
Jiang Nan was stunned. Even with Dali, he couldn’t win? This old man was no ordinary tough.
Ye Zhenguo’s face flushed red. “Kid. Hurry up and help.”
Jiang Nan teleported frantically towards them. “Hold on, Brother Ye. I’m coming to do him.”
In that instant, every member of the Home Raid Squad froze.
What?
You’re going to do him?
That’s a Dao Heaven fight. What can a golden-rank like you do?
Zhong Yingxue cried urgently, “Little South. Calm down. That’s Dao Heaven.”
Jiang Nan didn’t look back. “Got it.”
Zhong Yingxue: ???
Barton glared at the teleporting Jiang Nan. “Get lost. Touch me and see what happens.”
Jiang Nan’s eyes widened. “Oh? Getting cocky? Today I’ll show you.”
Next moment, Eight Gates opened to seven, plus Blood Burn. Full power mode activated.
He pulled out his little stool and smashed it violently into Barton’s face.
One strike split skin and drew blood.
Barton was dumbfounded. A golden-rank made me bleed?
“Stop. Stop right now. I’m Dao Heaven. This is blasphemy against a powerhouse.”
Jiang Nan raised a brow. “Today I’ll blaspheme you. What are you gonna do? You’re not the first I’ve blasphemed.”
The stool blurred into afterimages, cracking Barton’s skull relentlessly.
(ꐦ°᷄口°᷅)ﾉ┴┴Σ(#)༎ຶд༎ຶ(#)
[Resentment value from Barton Dracula +1000.]
[From Barton…]
What the hell? Each hit hurts so much.
Low damage, but maximum humiliation.
Ye Zhenguo laughed until he nearly passed out. This kid had something. Making a Dao Heaven bleed?
“Haha. Little brother, smash harder. Big bro’s got him locked.”
He tightened his hold. Barton struggled furiously but couldn’t break free.
The entire Home Raid Squad stared in horror, rubbing their eyes.
Are we seeing this right?
Jiang Nan is stool-smashing a Dao Heaven powerhouse’s head?
South God isn’t human. He must be a gall bladder cultivated into a spirit.
