Reborn As A Evil Dragon

[Rolling Stone Strike]: Although the rolling stone is slow, no one can stop it. A psychic charging move.

[Collapse Mountain Throw]: If you cannot break away from the psychic lock, you must capture the opponent, and then the psychic energy will cause a concussion and throw him out, causing his body to break apart.

Judging from the introduction, these two moves reminded me of the battle between Lyanna and the wild dwarves more than ten years ago.

At that time, Lyanna only used these two moves to directly crush the top combat power of the wild dwarves.

The powerful force of that martial skill, even now, every time I think about it, can still make me feel a little emotional.

Although, judging from my current strength, Lyanna was just like that back then, maybe slightly stronger than the average level 19 professional.

However, the significant experiences we had when we were weak are always the most impressive.

However, I did not choose these two martial arts immediately but continued to read the descriptions of other martial arts.

With so many professional martial arts, it is impossible to learn them all in a short time. I can only choose a few of the most suitable ones to learn first.

After some contemplation, I selected three martial arts.

[Shunstep]: Spiritual energy wraps around the whole body, allowing movement at an almost instantaneous speed.

[Rolling Stone Strike]: Psychically charged, continuously bursting out with increasingly stronger attacks.

[Hundred-Split Fist]: Spiritual energy erupts with hundreds of forces, destroying everything.

These three martial arts are all ordinary martial arts. The professional core martial arts cannot be learned with my current level of psychic training. None of them meet the prerequisites for learning, so no matter how greedy I am, I can only watch.

Ordinary martial arts are different. I can learn them as long as I develop my psychic abilities.

Of course, even ordinary martial arts are very difficult to learn. According to the inherited knowledge, if you want to get started, it may take several years for those who have no understanding, let alone mastering them.

I stopped practicing magic for the time being. I wanted to see if I could master these three martial arts in a short period of time.

If that doesn't work, then I should concentrate on practicing spells first. After all, my strength will improve significantly after breaking through to the master level of spellcasting.

During this period, Dragon Pond often erupted with loud noises, frightening the maids guarding outside.

They didn't know what their master was experimenting with.

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At the same time, in the offshore waters of the South Sea...

On an island, two groups of sahuagin from different camps were fighting each other.

No one knew how long the battle lasted, but the entire island was littered with sahuagin corpses. The scene was horrific, the stench of blood filled the air, and the island's coastal waters were dyed dark red.

"Kill them! Kill them all! Leave no survivors!"

A tall fish-man let out a cruel roar. A ferocious scar ran across its forehead, seemingly splitting its entire head. As it roared violently, the scar twisted like a centipede. The trident in its hand had turned dark red, dripping with thick blood.

The trident swept forward again, and with a flash of rich blood energy, three fish-man warriors in front of him were instantly cut down, their colorful internal organs spilling across the ground.

Yet, the fish-man warrior on the opposing side was not afraid. With bloodshot eyes, he roared and charged forward. He had already entered a state of bloody rage, reducing his sanity by 90%.

In response, the scarred fish-man simply waved his trident. The sharp weapon pierced the raging warrior's head and exploded, causing his brains to spatter.

Dead!

As time passed, the sounds of battle and screams grew weaker and weaker.

At some point, when the scarred fish-man raised his eyes, he realized there were no enemies left in front of him.

"Hahahahaha!" The scared fish-man laughed wildly and said, "You are so weak, yet you dare refuse to submit to me?"

"Chief, the losses and gains have been calculated."

A four-armed fish-man, nearly three meters tall, approached. A hint of admiration flashed in his eyes as he looked at the scarred fish-man and spoke respectfully.

"Tell me," Scar stopped laughing and said casually.

"Our casualties are 305, while the enemy has been completely wiped out—approximately 3,500 corpses. In addition, the collected treasures include three small bags of low-quality water element crystals, a silver sea anemone that strengthens the body, and five thousand gold coins, along with multiple pieces of loot."

Scar nodded slightly, glanced at the sky, and said calmly, "Let the soldiers rest for three days. During these three days, they may eat as much as they want. We will continue plundering after that."

"Yes!" the fish-man warrior responded respectfully, his expression filled with enthusiasm and anticipation.

As for what they would binge eat?

Of course, it was the sahuagin corpses and the carcasses of their captive sea beasts!

The sahuagin bloodline carried elements of bloodthirst and madness, yet they also possessed a strong sense of social unity. They were a contradiction between barbarism and civilization.

Ordinary sahuagin might be only slightly stronger than goblins, but in groups, they were far more dangerous. They were like swarms of sharks—relentless and extremely ferocious.

Within sahuagin society, they were roughly divided into three classes based on status:

Ordinary Fish-Man (Mature in one year)

Murloc Warrior (Six years old)

Murloc Nobles (Baron, Viscount, Earl, Sahuagin Prince, Sahuagin King)

The noble title within the sahuagin tribe not only represented the right to rule but, more importantly, represented strength. Even the lowest-ranking baron required at least intermediate strength and had to possess a record of slaying creatures of the same level to be recognized as a noble by other sahuagin.

Viscount and Earl required at least advanced strength.

Marquis and Dukes required at least master-level strength.

Sahuagin Prince was the lowest level of legend. Without reaching legendary status, one could not bear this title.

As for the Sahuagin King?

It was an existence so rare that only once in tens of millions of years was such a being crowned king of the sahuagin. Strength alone was not enough; their bloodline had to undergo an extreme mutation. Once a king emerged, all sahuagin would submit completely, marching forward without fear of life or death.

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Nighttime

Inside the fish-man camp on the island.

The scarred murloc sat at the head of the table, jagged fangs gleaming in the firelight. Holding a fish-man's thigh in his claws, he tore it apart, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it whole.

Seated below Scar were some of the strongest and tallest fish-men, arranged in two rows.

The four-armed, white-skinned, blue-skinned, and shark-headed, hammer headed shark headed, orca-headed ones all possessed mutated fish-man blood. Black scales had begun to grow on some of their bodies, and their powerful auras carried traces of dragon veins.

Scar looked at the group of murloc warriors below, but his mind was far away, his eyes unfocused.

He vaguely remembered that more than a year ago, he had been just an elite fish-man warrior in the tribe, often bullied by the fish-man nobles above him.

Hunted sea beasts, elemental crystals found on the seabed, rare treasures—all of these were taken by the fish-man nobles.

But such was the norm among fish-men.

The strong could act with impunity.

That was why, when Scar was granted power by the mysterious dragon-man, he discovered that he could grow stronger simply by eating.

In just three months, his strength surpassed that of the fish-man noble who ruled the tribe. Seizing his opportunity, he challenged the noble in front of hundreds of onlookers, tore him to pieces, and devoured him right then and there.

From that moment, Scar became the baron who ruled the fish-man tribe.

As a baron, he led the tribe's warriors and controlled sea beasts, hunting relentlessly to fuel his growing strength.

But then something unexpected happened.

The fish-man guards watching over the tribe's incubation room brought urgent news—this generation of fish-man larvae had undergone a dramatic change.

When Scar arrived at the incubation room, he saw the semi-mature fish-men and immediately sensed a familiar aura of kinship. For a moment, he was stunned. Then, he grinned, and his ambitions swelled endlessly.

From that moment, he began raising the mutant young fish-men. As they devoured vast amounts of flesh, blood, and elemental crystals, their power grew exponentially. However, their demand for food also increased dramatically, exceeding what the tribe's waters could provide.

Thus began their war of plunder.

The offshore waters of the South Sea teemed with sahuagin tribes, ranging from small villages with a few hundred fish-men to massive settlements numbering in the tens of thousands.

And Scar was determined to conquer them all.

Scar started plundering a small murloc tribe, and in just half a year, he ruled nearly 10,000 murlocs. His own strength also broke through to a high order, making him a murloc viscount.

Among the group of mutated murlocs with void bloodlines under his command, the best handful had also reached the intermediate order—it was these fish-men warriors next to him who were tearing up and devouring the barbecue.

"But this is not enough. I need to become stronger," Scar murmured to himself.

The mysterious dragon man who gave him power allowed him to continue expanding his tribe and growing stronger.

As for why he was allowed to do this, Scar didn't bother to think deeply.

His desire was very pure—to obtain more power from his master. To this end, he became stronger and expanded his power regardless of the cost.

This scene didn't just happen here. In the offshore waters of the South Sea, across a vast sea area of ​​tens of millions of square kilometers, more than a dozen sahuagin tribes suddenly began rapidly expanding and causing killings around them.

As time passed, the power of this group of sahuagins with void bloodlines grew stronger, and their demand for food naturally increased. A considerable part of the entire offshore area of ​​the South Sea seemed to be shrouded in a bloody fog of death.

The Black Dragon Lord, who was far away in the Dark Forest, did not pay much attention to the sahuagin in the southern sea.

One year was too short, and the fruits produced were too small to satisfy the Black Dragon Lord.

When a Sahuagin Marquis was born from those sown seeds, he would collect the fruits and invade the sea.

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Time passed, and several months went by. One day, the dragon pond, which had been echoing with the sounds of rumbling explosions, finally became quiet for a moment.

In the mist of water vapor, the bones of the black dragon, more than fifty meters long, made a crackling sound. It gradually stood up—sixty meters, sixty-five meters. It did not stop until it reached more than seventy meters in length.

At this moment, the black dragon's form had also undergone a huge change, shifting from a dragon form to a dragon-man form.

"Huh, spiritual power is indeed a high-level power that directly refers to divine power."

The towering dragon-man standing upright felt that the power in his body had not weakened at all, and he couldn't help but grin.

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At this moment, I did not use the spell-like power of 'Transformation' to alter the dragon's body, but instead relied on the power of spiritual energy to temporarily enact a real transformation of the physical form.

This kind of transformation, unlike the transformation technique that greatly weakens the power of the dragon's body, completely retains all the power and strength of the dragon's form.

Normally, a dragon body is more suitable for fighting. After all, dragons bear the title of perfect creatures.

But that is under normal circumstances. After switching to a psionic monk profession, in order to take advantage of the martial arts benefits of this class, the dragon-human form became the most suitable.

However, the difficulty lay in the fact that, although transformation spells could be used to shift into a dragon-human form, physical strength and overall power would be greatly weakened, which was obviously contrary to my original intention.

I had an idea and thought of the power of psychic energy.

Psychic energy is essentially a fusion of ethereal psychic power and spiritual energy.

And the power of the mind is inherently incredible.

Breathing fire, spitting water, creating things, creating life—these abilities can all be achieved with psychic power, as long as the prerequisite strength is high enough.

Therefore, it was not a big deal to temporarily transform a dragon body into a dragon-human form without limiting the stats.

However, I soon discovered that the difficulty wasn't in temporarily transforming my dragon body—the real issue was that I did not have enough spiritual power.

My dragon body was simply too big.

On regular days, my spiritual progress was very slow. After all, my desire to eat was not strong most of the time. Moreover, if my desire to eat continued to increase, my rationality would decrease, which was not conducive to calm thinking and learning spells and martial arts—something I could not accept.

Therefore, only by initiating a monthly feast could my spiritual power increase rapidly.

Under these circumstances, it took half a year to gather enough psychic energy to barely transform my entire dragon body. Even then, the transformation's duration was very short—only one minute.

But that was enough.

When strong men fight, one minute is enough to decide life or death.

The seventy-meter-tall black dragon-man punched the air in front of him.

Boom!

The air rippled and exploded out of thin air. The middle of a thousand-foot mountain peak a few kilometers away directly collapsed, and a terrifying crater dozens of meters deep appeared.

"The power of the martial art, Rolling Stone Attack, is really not bad. This attack at close range is probably enough to kill ordinary 19th-order creatures in an instant." A trace of satisfaction flashed in the huge black dragon-man's eyes.

In the past half-year, I had devoted part of my energy in studying magic to practicing three martial arts skills—Shunstep, Rolling Stone Attack, and Hundred Split Fist. However, I soon discovered that using Shunstep and Hundred Split Fist required too much effort. They consumed too much spiritual energy, and even if I learned them, I probably wouldn't be able to use them.

So, after some thought, I decided to practice Rolling Stone Attack, the simplest technique with the least spiritual energy consumption.

Martial Arts · Rolling Stone Strike (9% Entry Level): Explodes powerful strength through psychic charging.

Feeling the rate of spiritual energy consumption in my body, I estimated that Rolling Stone Strike could be used three times while maintaining my huge dragon-human form.

That was already an exaggeration.

After all, it had been less than half a year since I started practicing spiritual energy.

Of course, the main reason the power was so overwhelming was that my own base strength was already immense, and my psychic abilities and martial arts merely acted as an enhancement.

"It just so happens that the feast is coming soon. While I go to the Abyss to bring back special products, I can also practice my martial arts and see how effective they are," I said to myself.

A transformation spell flashed by, and my three-meter dragon-human form appeared on the spot. Any Door manifested before me, and I stepped into it.

The next moment, I arrived at an underground cave on a deserted island off the coast of the South Sea.

The mosasaur guarding the area smelled the familiar and friendly aura, instantly opening its eyes from a deep sleep. When it saw that it was indeed its master, it immediately came forward excitedly.

I patted the nearly forty-meter-long mosasaurus and said, "Take good care of this place."

It had been nearly two years since I had subdued the mosasaurus, and this big guy's intelligence was no worse than that of a human.

In terms of strength, it had also upgraded from the original 15th order to the 16th order. Coupled with its massive size, it would be difficult for ordinary master-level professionals of level 18 or 19 to kill it. After all, it had high health and strong defense.

As the caretaker of the teleportation altar, it was sufficient.

Under the mosasaur's reluctant gaze, I placed a small pile of elemental crystals. The teleportation altar lit up, and my figure disappeared in a flash.

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Abyss.

City of Duolun.

Under the transformation technique, I, in the form of a three-meter dragon-man, walked out of the Wanjie Chamber of Commerce and headed toward the wilderness outside Duolun City.

After passing through several Any Doors, I arrived at a great rift valley tens of thousands of miles away from Duolun City.

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