Chapter 105: The Transformation of the Roc (Please support and recommend!)

Kun Yuan struck out again with a punch, while simultaneously unleashing a blade strike that Yang Fan narrowly dodged by stepping aside.

Kun Yuan roared furiously, “Is dodging all you know? Such attacks can't harm me. Show me your true power!”

Hearing Kun Yuan’s shout, Yang Fan’s brows furrowed slightly. He had no desire to reveal too much. Kun Yuan’s strength was formidable, but still slightly inferior to his own. Yang Fan still hadn’t used his Fourth Strike of Breaking Nine Layers, nor his supernatural lightning ability, nor the monstrous strength gained from the body-refining elixir. None of these he wished to expose just yet.

Seeing Yang Fan silent, Kun Yuan’s once crimson eyes grew even more ferocious.

With a low shout, “Kunpeng Transformation!”

Kun Yuan’s entire aura began to shift, a layer of scarlet enveloping his body.

At the moment Kun Yuan started this transformation, Kun Li could no longer restrain herself.

The man before her was her brother—mischievous though he was, still her brother. And now, for the sake of a contest, he had resorted to the forbidden battle technique of the Kunpeng Tribe.

The Kunpeng Transformation—this was the tribe’s most potent battle method, altering one’s blood and aura, drawing power from the Kunpeng spirit itself to temporarily elevate one’s entire being.

This was a desperate technique, one that inevitably plunged the user into a prolonged period of weakness afterward—often lasting a month or two.

Kun Li glanced at her father beside her, who was pressing down hard on her arm, a look of confusion on her face. Why? The son about to risk everything was her father’s own child. Why did her father not intervene? Why?

Meanwhile, on the battlefield, Yang Fan was not thinking much.

At this moment, he only sensed Kun Yuan’s aura surge dramatically. Simultaneously, a thread of danger stirred in his heart. This sensation had appeared to him a few times before—first on Earth when facing the Dark Realm’s black-robed enemies, then when encountering strange beasts in ancient ruins. Each time, this feeling had saved his life.

Now, even the once non-threatening Kun Yuan was sending this warning signal. Yang Fan tightened his grip on his blade and stepped forward decisively!

He could not wait. If Kun Yuan completed the full release of his aura, Yang Fan might not remain unscathed.

Breaking the Nine Layers exploded in an instant!

Yang Fan’s legs moved swiftly, closing the distance to Kun Yuan. As he struck with his blade, the afterimage trailing behind him faded away!

The aura was like frost sweeping across mountains and rivers, piercing to the bone, swallowing thousands of miles like a wild dragon, cleaving clouds and moonlight, breaking through the Nine Layers!

With this strike, Yang Fan unleashed his utmost power, his aura rich and overwhelming!

He held nothing back in this blow!

Standing to the side, Kun Sha watched Yang Fan’s blade with some shock. The young man’s battle technique was quite impressive. With his own insight as a Tenth-Rank Martial Emperor, Kun Sha could discern that Yang Fan’s movement, combat style, and physical refinement methods were unified in origin, working harmoniously.

Such a complete set of martial arts was rare even within the Kunlun secret realm, mostly possessed by the great clans. Even Kun Sha’s own Kunpeng Tribe, though ranked among the top ten, had risen too recently. They once endured a period of weakness, during which some of the tribe’s Kunpeng Art techniques were lost in war, resulting in the current post-transformation weakness suffered by tribe members.

Kun Sha had long desired to obtain the complete set of martial arts, but within this small world, it was nearly impossible. No tribe with the full system was weaker than the Kunpeng Tribe, so theft was out of the question. As for creating new techniques—this realm lacked even the “Dao,” so invention was unrealistic.

Kun Sha longed to leave, to journey to the greater world beyond—not only to break through to the Eleventh Rank himself but also to acquire the complete martial arts system.

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At this moment, Kun Yuan’s Kunpeng Transformation was nearing its end.

Suddenly, the danger within his heart surged fiercely. Before he could react, Yang Fan charged forward, his long blade already raised!

Kun Yuan hastily stretched out his hand to block, shouting, “Coward! A sneak attack!”

Yang Fan pressed down relentlessly with his blade, saying, “We fight face to face. You can’t expect me to hold back just because you need time to cast your technique. This is no sneak attack—it’s a frontal assault!” As his words fell, the blade kept descending.

Kun Sha roared in frustration.

Just a little more—just a fraction—and the Kunpeng Transformation would be complete. Kun Yuan was confident that once finished, his strength would crush Yang Fan utterly!

Yang Fan watched as his downward blade was stopped by Kun Yuan. He once more shook his blade vigorously.

The wind sounded like a roar, the aura as still as water, breathing into all things, swift as lightning, transforming into a swimming dragon, slicing through one Nine Layers after another!

The Second Strike of Breaking the Nine Layers. Again, Nine Layers.

This technique carried an accumulative force.

First it unleashed the Nine Layers' fury, then added another Nine Layers.

The rage grew even fiercer!

Kun Yuan spat a mouthful of blood, overwhelmed, staggering backward!

Even as he fell, Kun Yuan still gasped for breath.

“I am the young chief of the Kunpeng Tribe. I cannot lose like this. Impossible!”

As he collapsed, Kun Yuan continued gathering his aura.

He refused to yield. He had yet to unleash his strongest battle technique, was not at the point of helplessness. He was unwilling to fall like this—he had not yet forced out Yang Fan’s final card. He could not fall!

Yang Fan watched Kun Yuan about to collapse, his body nearly touching the ground, and exhaled deeply.

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