Nine Star Hegemon Body Arts

Chapter 5473 A Wild Battle

A scarlet dragon claw tore through the void, bringing with it an apocalyptic might that shook the very souls of those watching.

This was no ordinary divine ability—it was the embodiment of Long Chen’s supreme dragon blood power, condensed into a tangible form. It was no longer an illusion. The claw radiated an overwhelming bloodline pressure, and its scales shimmered with life.

Blood-colored runes circled the claw’s razor-sharp points, their brilliance so intense that none could bear to look at them directly. This move caused countless startled cries to ring out.

Now, the crowd understood why Mo Yang had suddenly changed to a purely defensive stance after his last move missed its target.

The tearing sound of the claw cutting through the air made their hair stand on end. Even from afar, it emanated a chilling aura of death that froze their blood.

It was terrifying to realize that this attack wasn’t even aimed at them, yet its pressure alone filled them with dread.

BOOM!

The dragon claw collided with Mo Yang’s massive shield, producing a thunderous explosion. Countless dragon runes scattered like a storm of stars. Despite the shield’s legendary strength—rumored to withstand even a Dragon Emperor’s divine weapon—it was pierced.

The claw stabbed through the shield until its tip hovered mere feet from Mo Yang’s head, but the shield still held on.

Mo Yang took a step back. The entire martial stage trembled beneath him, and an inch-deep footprint marked the ground.

The sight left Mo Ying and the other race leaders stunned. The martial stage was reinforced to withstand great force, yet Mo Yang’s step had left such an imprint, which meant the pressure he endured was unimaginable.

With a roar, Mo Yang pushed back, his entire being igniting with dragon blood power.

BOOM!

The shield shattered, as did Long Chen’s dragon claw. Scarlet runes and black Blood Qi erupted into a violent vortex, sucking everything into its chaos.

The vortex’s pull was so powerful that dragon experts in the audience started to float toward it. Cries of alarm filled the air as Mo Ying and the others scrambled to drag them back using their divine abilities.

If these peak heavenly geniuses were pulled into that vortex, they could easily lose their lives. In the midst of this battle, even they, with all their brilliance, would have been obliterated like leaves in a storm.

Here, probing moves were a luxury neither combatant could afford. This was a contest of pure ferocity, where victory or defeat could be determined in the blink of an eye. Even fellow peak heavenly geniuses were in awe by this battle.

As the vortex subsided, Long Chen and Mo Yang charged at each other once more, and their fists collided with earth-shaking force. This time, it was not a clash of divine abilities but a pure clash of physical strength.

BANG!

Both men staggered back seven steps, each step reverberating like thunder across the arena.

“Heavens! How can a human possess such a monstrous physical body?!”

The crowd was left slack-jawed. Earlier, the clash of divine abilities had been too fast and mysterious for many to fully grasp. But this raw exchange of strength hit home.

The dragon race prided itself on physical supremacy. Other than a few mysterious lifeforms from the primal chaos era, no other race could rival their unparalleled might.

In stark contrast, the human race was renowned for its physical frailty. To grow stronger, humans relied on external elements—be it metal, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, lightning, light, or darkness. These energies served as buffers, shielding their fragile bodies from destruction.

Yet, in this exchange, Long Chen relied solely on the power of his physical body to contend with Mo Yang. Not a single trace of elemental energy supported him. For a human to match a monster like Mo Yang with sheer physical strength alone was a revelation that left the dragon experts utterly dumbfounded.

“How can this be? Unless...”

A startled cry broke the tension, only to be abruptly cut off. The speaker dared not finish their thought. However, everyone already knew what he was going to say because they were thinking the same thing.

Could it be that Long Chen had already dragonized? How else could he wield such immense dragon power? But if he hadn’t... how was this even possible?

They couldn’t accept the idea of Long Chen becoming a dragon. Their pride refused to acknowledge the possibility that an “inferior” lifeform could ascend to their ranks.

While the surrounding dragon experts tried to cope with their shock and denial, Long Chen and Mo Yang collided once again. Their fists and feet clashed repeatedly, each strike a thunderous roar that rippled through the arena like a wild tempest.

Every impact was stronger than the last, their exchanges igniting their dragon blood power to new heights.

“What power!”

These heavenly geniuses watched closely, not wanting to miss a single detail of this monstrous battle. Yet, the more they observed, the deeper their shock grew.

Every single one of Long Chen and Mo Yang’s movements was incredibly refined—fluid, precise, and without an ounce of wasted energy. They advanced and defended with such mastery that it was impossible to find a single flaw in their techniques.

Although their techniques appeared simple at a glance, they hid countless variations. Every variation could seamlessly transition between offense and defense. Their attacks struck like wild thunder, while their defenses stood as unyielding as a fortress.

As the battle raged on, their speed increased to the point where even the peak heavenly geniuses of the dragon race could no longer clearly follow their movements.

What shocked them the most was that with every exchange, the combatants’ power seemed to grow exponentially. The energy of each strike fed into the next, snowballing with no end in sight. The entire martial stage quaked violently under the pressure.

“They’re borrowing each other’s power to continuously accumulate energy!” someone suddenly exclaimed.

After more than ten exchanges, some observers finally started to grasp the deeper rhythm of the fight. With each clash, Long Chen and Mo Yang weren’t just attacking—they were using the force of their opponent’s blows to stimulate their own dragon blood. This process caused their dragon blood power to ignite and burn with even greater ferocity.

“Incredible. They’re using each other’s power to sharpen their own potential, compressing their dragon blood power beyond its limit before unleashing it in an even more explosive form,” said one of the dragon race’s ancient era’s heavenly geniuses.

This technique, though once commonplace during the ancient era, had grown increasingly rare in modern times. As the dragon race’s bloodline regressed over the eons, such displays became a distant memory.

Hearing this explanation, the heavenly geniuses of the newer eras couldn’t help but feel a pang of discomfort, especially those who had been slapped to the ground by Long Chen.

A human—a member of the race they viewed as inferior—could master such a profound ability. Yet they, true members of the dragon race and its greatest heavenly geniuses, lacked this ability. How were they supposed to feel? It was a bitter pill to swallow.

Suddenly, Long Chen and Mo Yang disengaged. In that instant, a suffocating pressure descended upon the martial stage, freezing the air and causing every spectator’s heart to skip a beat.