Chapter 72 84.85. SNAP—Saint Dragon Trial Card, Gone!
Yu Xiaogang turned and saw a scene he could hardly believe.
Originally, the Golden Iron Triangle — the three of them — would form a soul-power triangle in their positions, with soul power continuously conducted from Freland and Liu Erlong to him, using their soul power to allow his Luo Sanpao to transform into the Golden Saint Dragon.
But now it had changed: a single crimson soul-power conduit linked Liu Erlong and Freland.
Soul power flowed uninterrupted from Freland into Liu Erlong.
Freland and Liu Erlong were equally shocked by this abnormality.
"Is this a new soul-spirits fusion technique?" Liu Erlong said in surprise, feeling that she ought to be the one leading the fusion technique.
But once the fusion began it could not be stopped. Freland's Flame Owl and Liu Erlong's Fire Dragon, two illusory martial souls, merged in the sky and became a tens-of-meters-long, solid crimson great dragon.
Heat waves rolled off the dragon; its temperature was even higher than Liu Erlong's fiery red. The dragon beat its wings, stretched out powerful arms, and its tail stirred the air. Wherever it flew, the air warped from the high temperature. The dragon's head let out a deafening roar at the dragon-headed mole.
Dragonly might poured out without restraint. Both Yu Xiaogang and Luo Sanpao felt the oppression of a superior martial soul over an inferior one. Luo Sanpao in particular trembled under the bloodline pressure. This scene filled Yu Xiaogang with utter humiliation — he seemed to be transported back to more than half a year ago, when the Yu Luo Mian summoned a Golden Saint Dragon and released pressure before him while he was helpless and unable to strike back.
This turned out to be an out-of-body martial-soul fusion technique comparable to my Golden Saint Dragon fusion technique — but where has my Golden Saint Dragon fusion technique gone? Yu Xiaogang's small crew-cut bristled with a huge question.
Huo Yuhao, watching through his divine sight, saw the crimson great dragon revealing its fangs and claws in the vision and felt very satisfied.
This dragon was without doubt his masterpiece.
Huo Yuhao had copied the Golden Saint Dragon's template and modeled a Fire Saint Dragon, with strength nearly equal to the Golden Saint Dragon. Then, by using the Fire Element martial soul source, he directly merged it as a boon into Freland's body, washing away part of his original bloodline and replacing his cat-eagle martial soul with a Flame Owl.
Thus Freland and Liu Erlong were given a dedicated martial-soul fusion technique — the Fire Saint Dragon.
"But every gift from fate already carries its hidden price. For this Fire Saint Dragon, our little Gangz has paid a huge sacrifice." Huo Yuhao said mockingly.
Indeed, once Freland's martial soul was replaced, it could no longer be part of the Golden Saint Dragon's triangle. The emergence of the Fire Saint Dragon came at the cost of Gangz's pride, Gangz's Tamahsi, and the disappearance of the Golden Saint Dragon fusion technique.
So, pa—Gangz's Saint Dragon trial card was gone!
Huo Yuhao glanced at the other side of his vision: the dragon-headed mole, suppressed by the higher-level bloodline, dared not move. He was displeased and contacted the underworld's Evil Emperor: "The beast you brought cowers under the bloodline's pressure and won't act — that won't do. Only through battle can my masterpiece's power be displayed. Let Gangz watch from the sidelines and properly appreciate the ultimate dragon I created~"
"As you command, master — ke ke ke!"
Facing a beast that none of the three could defeat alone and that only a fusion technique could counter, this should have been Yu Xiaogang's stage. He should have stood center stage; it should have been his moment to shine.
But at this moment Yu Xiaogang felt like a dish being served — the dish named "lots of fish."
Yu Xiaogang stared in disbelief at the crimson great dragon imposing such pressure on him and shouted in fury, "What's with this dragon? Where's my Golden Saint Dragon?"
"Xiao Gang." Inside the array of the fusion technique, even Liu Erlong didn't know how to explain it.
Freland, standing nearby, was thoughtful. Just as he was about to speak, the dragon-headed mole that had been cowed by the Fire Saint Dragon's bloodline moved.
It swung its sharp claws at the three beneath the great dragon, planning to seize the king first.
"Engage it, Fire Saint Dragon!" With danger approaching, Liu Erlong had no time to explain to Yu Xiaogang and hurriedly commanded the Flame Saint Dragon to fight the dragon-headed mole.
The Saint Dragon slapped away the mole's claws with its dragon talons. Then Liu Erlong used her combat consciousness to make the Saint Dragon counterattack.
The Fire Saint Dragon and the Golden Saint Dragon were nearly on par, but because the fusion technique's leaders differed, their styles diverged.
Yu Xiaogang's Golden Saint Dragon — under his dominance — mainly used flatulence. Though dragons have claws, tails, bodies, and breath, he refused to use them and insisted on using dragon farts.
By contrast, Liu Erlong's style was close-quarters combat — direct, bone-crunching blows.
With a wedding ruined, his groom nearly run off, and layers of setbacks pressing down, Liu Erlong's temper was already at the breaking point. Just then this reckless soul beast appeared, and she happened to be the controller of a powerful fusion technique.
What followed?
The Fire Saint Dragon used its tremendous physical power to grapple the dragon-headed mole at close range. With dragon claws, dragon might, dragon wings — Liu Erlong used every close-combat means she could. The mighty soul beast was progressively driven back.
Soon the mole's claws were broken; its body was scored by lashings from the dragon's tail; gashes torn by dragon talons revealed several fractured bones from the dragon's pounding blows.
"Final strike — Saint Dragon Exhalation! Finish this abomination!" Liu Erlong ordered.
The crimson dragon beat its wings, rose dozens of meters, opened its jaws, and formed an incandescence in its mouth. Then it expelled its breath, burning the dragon-headed mole.
The Saint Dragon's fire reached the pinnacle of its domain, carrying the power to incinerate everything. The mole's piercing screams were quickly swallowed by the flames. Its flesh burned ferociously and brightly, illuminating a radius of hundreds of meters like daylight.
Before long, the Saint Dragon's fire reduced it to ash.
The three were stunned. Freland and Liu Erlong instinctively ended the fusion technique. The once-omnipotent Fire Saint Dragon split into the red dragon and the Flame Owl, returning to Liu Erlong's and Freland's bodies respectively.
Freland's Adam's apple bobbed as he said, "Wow, such a powerful Fire Saint Dragon. Truly suits you, Second Dragon sister — clean and decisive."
Liu Erlong was embarrassed but replied, "Flattery, flattery."
A heavily suppressed aura spread beside them; Freland and Liu Erlong looked over and saw Yu Xiaogang.
Yu Xiaogang's face was pale, eyes bloodshot. His fists were clenched; under the moonlight his expression was terrifyingly intense. Emotions pushed to the extreme, he roared at the two: "Tell me exactly what happened. Where is my Golden Saint Dragon?!"
Liu Erlong still hadn't realized why this had occurred. Freland came up to Yu Xiaogang and said, "Xiao Gang, calm down. I think I know what happened."
He summoned his martial soul — a flaming red owl.
"This is the Flame Owl," Liu Erlong said in shock. "So it wasn't a dream?"
"Wasn't a dream?" Yu Xiaogang asked.
"It was at the Eternal Questioning Abyss. There, the Abyss asked me if I agreed to grant the Fire Element martial soul source to Freland. I consented, and his martial soul became the Flame Owl. I thought it was a dream, but it turned out real." Liu Erlong spoke with a strange relief.
It turned out to be real? Yu Xiaogang's pupils went blank. He recalled what he suffered in the Eternal Questioning Abyss — the punishment, being abused in the bathhouse by those big brothers making him pick up soap, all the humiliation he had thought a nightmare but which had truly happened — an unbearable past.
If the wedding sabotage by Yu Luo Mian earlier had been a false collapse, then now Yu Xiaogang truly broke down for real.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Yu Xiaogang emitted a baboon-like scream.
"Xiao Gang, calm down." Freland said.
"Calm? How can you ask me to calm down?" Yu Xiaogang glared bloodshot at Freland, bitterly: "You have no idea what I suffered in the Eternal Questioning Abyss."
Then he turned to Liu Erlong and demanded, "Liu Erlong, why — why did you give the Fire Element martial soul source to Freland? Why?"
Before Liu Erlong could answer, he strode up to Freland and shouted: "And Freland, why did you accept that reward? Where's your cat-eagle? Return it! Change it back — now!"
A single tear slid from Liu Erlong's eye. "I'm sorry, Xiao Gang. I didn't expect this to happen."
Yu Xiaogang roared even louder: "Saying sorry won't fix this. Liu Erlong, because of you I lost the Golden Saint Dragon fusion technique. Give my Golden Saint Dragon fusion technique back — give it back to me!"
Liu Erlong went white hearing his words.
"Xiao Gang, you can't talk to Erlong like that," Freland hurried to defend Liu Erlong, but Yu Xiaogang cut him off.
"Freland, you may not have said anything, but I know you're gloating inside, right? Ah—"
"I'm not. Xiao Gang, you should calm down." Freland said.
"No, you are." Yu Xiaogang turned his glare on Freland.
Then Yu Xiaogang fully unleashed his outwardly meek, inwardly heavy-handed nature. Seizing Liu Erlong and Freland, he vented the grievances he suffered at the bathhouse and the rage over losing the Golden Saint Dragon fusion skill. He poured out a torrent of spit and words, spewing every vicious phrase he could think of at Liu Erlong and Freland. Soon their hair, faces, and clothes were splattered with the saliva that flew from Yu Xiaogang's shouting mouth.
He accused Freland and Liu Erlong of wanting to see him become a joke to highlight their hypocritical friendship and love. He said, "I was blind to take you as friends — only to be betrayed. I trusted the wrong people."
"Xiao Gang." Liu Erlong tried to speak.
"Shut up. I finally had my pride — the Golden Saint Dragon — and you, that malicious woman, ruined it. It's all because of you, Liu Erlong. You devil, you ruined me!" Yu Xiaogang looked at Liu Erlong with extreme hatred, then turned and ran.
Hearing his words, Liu Erlong's legs buckled and she collapsed to the ground. She hadn't expected Xiao Gang to see her like that. Freland hurried to support her.
He watched Yu Xiaogang run farther into the moonlit distance, then looked at the weeping Liu Erlong in his arms and sighed. "Xiao Gang is still angry and irrational. After some time he'll see reason." With that, Freland wiped the saliva from his face with his sleeve.
Then he led Liu Erlong back.
The wedding ended abruptly. Liu Erlong sat at the table and drank wildly, using alcohol to numb her pain.
"Freland, you too — come drink!" Liu Erlong downed a cup and burped.
Freland sat opposite her. He opened his mouth to urge her to drink less, but thinking of what had just happened, swallowed his words.
At that moment, for Erlong there was probably nothing better than alcohol to dissolve resentment.
Drunk, Liu Erlong alternated between sobbing and laughing, tears streaming.
"Xiao Gang, why do you see me this way? I didn't realize this would affect our fusion technique. But why won't you give me a chance to explain?" Liu Erlong cried.
"Hahaha — in your eyes, am I really such a malicious woman?" Her laughter turned bitter. "If I could, I wouldn't want this Fire Saint Dragon fusion technique either, but I truly didn't do it on purpose."
"Waaa—don't leave me, Xiao Gang." Liu Erlong slumped over the table drunk.
"Erlong, Erlong." Freland checked and found his younger sister truly passed out.
He scooped Liu Erlong up in his arms and carried her into the room that had been set up as the bridal chamber for Xiao Gang and Liu Erlong.
After settling her, Freland was about to leave under the night sky when someone grabbed his sleeve.
Freland froze and turned to see Liu Erlong looking at him, face flushed.
There was a different charm to the tipsy Erlong.
"Xiao Gang, I've got you now — I won't let you run." Liu Erlong's gaze was dreamy as she looked at Freland.
"Erlong, wake up — it's Freland," Freland hurried to explain.
But Liu Erlong paid no heed and threw herself onto Freland.
Tonight was the groom's wedding, and he and Liu Erlong had completed the marriage ceremony. Though they had not performed the final consummation, strictly speaking they were husband and wife.
Yet now, in Xiao Gang and Liu Erlong's bridal chamber, Liu Erlong was forcing herself upon another man!
Under the moonlight a silhouette ran madly, occasionally letting out a baboon-like scream.
That was tonight's groom, Yu Xiaogang. At this moment he did not realize that a huge hat had been placed squarely on his head — and the color of that hat was somewhat off.
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