Chapter 2655
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"Aren't you underestimating me? There's nothing in this world that my Golden Bear Claw can't tear apart …" Yanger sneered. His gaze naturally landed on Mo Fan's chest plate armor.
However, what he saw was not his armor being torn apart and his blood flowing out. Mo Fan was standing perfectly fine. Not even a scratch could be seen on his flashy black breastplate, let alone being torn apart!
It was still as smooth and shiny as before, as if it had just been taken out from a furnace.
Yanger tried his best to recall if his opponent had used any spell to nullify his Sacred Bear Strength. However, he clearly remembered that his opponent had taken the attack directly, and the golden claw mark had landed on his chest.
Why was it not effective at all?
Yanger's eyes were about to pop out of their sockets like goldfish. He was hoping to find a trace of his attack on Mo Fan's chest plate. Otherwise, it would hurt his pride too much!
"What kind of equipment is this!?" Yanger gave up and asked angrily.
Mo Fan was too lazy to answer. Yanger would soon feel the pressure from the Black Dragon Device!
Mo Fan stomped the ground with the Dragon Bone Boots and turned into a serpent surging out of the sea of black vines. He charged at Yanger fiercely. His speed had already reached the limit of some Wind Spells without using any spell.
Mo Fan clenched his gauntlet into a fist. The air holes on the gauntlet absorbed the air around him and gathered it around his fist.
The gauntlet was suddenly imbued with the aura of a giant dragon. As he threw the punch forward, the wind generated by the punch produced layers of destructive shockwaves that knocked the burly Sacred Bear into the air.
Yanger had turned his golden flames into a fiery shield. Even a Ruler-level creature would break a few bones when ramming into it. However, the power of the Giant Dragon Fist was many times greater than that of a ferocious beast. The fiery shield had no chance of stopping it.
"Peng!!!!"
Yang Jor fell to the ground. Around him was a large area of ruins. It was as if a giant dragon flapped its wings and swept across the area.
His entire body was sore, and his legs were trembling as he got up.
Yang Ger gritted his teeth and tried his best to awaken as much of the sacred bear's bloodline as possible so that he wouldn't look like a half-human half-bear.
Was the other party's outfit really that flashy?
Yanger no longer thought that way. Now that he was injured, he began to respect Mo Fan.
He had underestimated him. Old Sante was right. He was a strong man!
"Dragon? I can't think of anything else that can compare to my sacred bear," Yanger said confidently.
"At least you know your stuff." Mofan laughed.
Not only was he dressed as a giant dragon, but he was also a black dragon with the highest bloodline among the giant dragons!
Red Dragons, Green Dragons, Flying Dragons, and Crimson Dragons were all incomparable to Black Dragons.
Therefore, unless Yanger could transform into a Light Golden Dragon, a bear from Northern Europe was far from enough.
"Dragon Bone Stomp!"
Mofan leapt into the air and appeared above Yanger.
Mofan was a hundred meters tall, yet the shadow of a giant dragon was cast down from the sky. It was as if the giant dragon was actually hovering above Yanger's head, giving him endless pressure!
"Bang!!!"
The stomp shattered the mountain and the ground. Hundreds of buildings nearby were reduced to dust at the same time. The force was comparable to a giant dragon descending in person. Rivers were cut off and forests collapsed.
Yanger could not move at all. He stood in the area under the stomp. His body fell heavily along with the ground. When he reached the bottom, his organs were almost shattered. His bones were no longer aching, but falling apart!
He felt like he would have turned into a pile of minced meat if it wasn't for the Golden Sacred Bear's flesh. Such wild strength! Yanger was an expert with the bloodline of a half-beastman. He could no longer be considered a pure Mage.
In Northern Europe, the weak Mages were like a bunch of mosquitoes that he could easily slap to death in front of someone who was as strong as a demon creature. Even if he encountered a Great Mage with a strong cultivation, he would still be crushed like a wild dog before a bear.
However, after witnessing the man's violence, Yanger finally realized that there were Mages in the East who were even fiercer than the Northern Europe's Sacred Bears. They would throw punches and kicks at the slightest disagreement.
He could not even leave a mark on the man's armor.
When the man attacked, his bones would basically shatter into pieces.
How was he supposed to fight him?
…
Mofan was planning to crush Yanger to death along the cracks in the forest.
As a matter of fact, even Mofan did not expect the Black Dragon Set to be so fierce. After all, he had not even cast a single spell. He was simply being possessed by a real dragon. Every punch and kick was enough to shatter the mountains and crack the earth.
A golden flame flickered in the cracks between the rocks. Mofan chased after it. He transformed his gauntlets into the claws of a black dragon. His Dragon Bone Battle Boots also transformed rapidly. They blended with the ground and formed a strange black shadow. Mofan's movements began to become erratic too.
"He ran away?"
Mofan went closer and realized the flame was not Yanger. Yanger was running away in a panic, like someone who had thrown his pretentious bear skin to the ground.
"So the Sacred Bear of Northern Europe with the Golden Blood is the real groundhog. Not everyone can learn how to run away by digging a hole," Mofan burst out laughing when he saw a hole not far away.
Mofan was not going to dig a hole.
No matter how far Yanger ran, he would only run to the top of the mountain to regroup with his brothers.
Mofan only needed to follow the path up the mountain.
On the other hand, Yanger did not run too far away. His face turned red when he heard Mofan's words.
The bravest organization in Northern Europe had just been called a groundhog, yet he could not refute it.
"If you dare come up here, I'll show you the real Sacred Bear of Northern Europe!" Yanger yelled furiously from a distance.
"You know, my magic Equipment can't last for too long. What's the difference between stalling for time and surrendering?" Mofan replied.
"That's why your unorthodox trick is incomparable to the Golden Blood of the Sacred Bear. Besides, us Sacred Bears don't fight alone!" Yanger snarled angrily.
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