Urban Soldier Young Master

Chapter 1092 - 1091: Where Did This Clown Come From

Amidst the roaring of the giant dragon, Chu Ge tightly clutched the "Reversed Scale" with his left arm, his body seemingly fused with it. No matter how wildly the dragon thrashed, it could not fling him off.As for his right arm, it continuously lifted, fell, lifted again, and fell once more, repeating the same actions over and over.

Chu Ge didn't know how many punches he had thrown; he only knew that he must keep swinging.

The skin and flesh on his fist had long been worn away, peeling off the muscles and bones, and amidst those full-force collisions, even his hand bones had fractured, shattered, and then the flesh of his forearm wore away, leaving the bones in his arm as his weapon, replacing his fist, stabbing again and again onto that "Reversed Scale."

Pain, immense pain, excruciating pain.

Any language seemed utterly inadequate to describe such pain.

Chu Ge persistently inflicted continuous damage on the same spot of the dragon's "Reversed Scale," just as he did on his own right hand and arm.

Nevertheless, Chu Ge didn't care. He had been killed thousands upon thousands of times by this giant dragon in the most brutal ways and had tasted innumerable types of real pain, so he could endure, and endure he must.

"Perseverance means victory."

This old saying has existed for so many years and is still often cited because it undoubtedly holds truth.

"Boom!"

The massive body of the dragon slammed onto the void floor countless times, but unlike before, it no longer soared majestically or leapt furiously into the air.

The roars had long turned into laments, and now even those turned intermittently disconnected. The dragon's enormous body lay on the ground, twitching intermittently, large pools of golden-red dragon blood transforming into a blood pool on the void surface, making it difficult to believe it had just been so majestic.

If one were to use a word to describe the state of this dragon now, probably no term could be more vivid than "struggling on the verge of death."

Although the dragon seemed to have lost all fighting spirit, Chu Ge continued to punch the deeply indented center of the "Reversed Scale."

Chu Ge remained expressionless, unusually calm, or rather focused, as if he had forgotten everything, leaving only him and the "Reversed Scale" in the world.

"Crack!"

The bones in Chu Ge's forearm could no longer withstand such intense collision, breaking into segments and falling onto the void ground. Simultaneously, the center of the "Reversed Scale" also had a blood hole punched through it, leaving only a little flesh attached.

The dragon let out a heart-wrenching wail, its enormous body twitched a few times, yet Chu Ge remained calm, not even furrowing his brow. He released the left arm that had been holding the "Reversed Scale" and raised his left fist.

An ordinary punch aimed at the last piece of flesh connecting the blood hole on the "Reversed Scale."

With just one punch, Chu Ge's left arm dropped weakly, unable to muster any strength. This arm had tightly held onto the "Reversed Scale," already surpassing the arm's limit amid the dragon's fierce struggles. It was entirely at the end of its strength, and managing to land this punch was already a miracle.

However, it was this punch that neither seemed fierce nor dominant, like collapsing dry weeds and crushing rotten wood, shattered the small piece of connected flesh, wholly piercing through the "Reversed Scale" with his fist.

Seeing the blood hole penetrated by his left fist, Chu Ge exhaled slowly, took two steps back, using his body's movement to pull out the unresponsive left hand, then stepped forward again, returning beside the "Reversed Scale."

Since both hands were now useless, Chu Ge prepared to switch to kicking with his foot; if his legs also lost strength, he'd resort to biting. In short, he felt he had to do something.

Perhaps, just like when he subdued that white tiger before, only by fully conquering this five-clawed golden dragon would the world change somehow, allowing him to reestablish his connection with the real world?

As for how to conquer it? The answer was simple: since the "Reversed Scale" could cause this dragon such agony, he would continue attacking the "Reversed Scale," continue causing harm to the dragon.

Before Chu Ge could lift his right leg, the "Reversed Scale" suddenly disappeared, followed by the sensation of his body turning light, as if stepping into a void, his body beginning to fall.

When he looked down, the massive body of the dragon was gone without a trace.

"Boom!"

Chu Ge's feet returned to the void ground. He lifted his head, looking toward the location of the twelfth character, and sure enough, just like when he brought down the white tiger before, something extraordinary occurred in that place.

First, a faint golden mist spread, then gradually condensed into a golden cloud, eventually transforming into the form of the golden dragon. The golden dragon let out a dragon's roar towards the sky, its already radiant golden body becoming increasingly dazzling, making it hard for Chu Ge to keep his eyes open.

This scene was not unfamiliar to Chu Ge.

Chu Ge closed his eyes as a torrent of information flooded into his mind, the spiritual bond formed between the last character of the second layer's cultivation technique and him.

This sensation was familiar to Chu Ge; without a doubt, the second layer of the cultivation technique had been breached.

It seemed to pass in an instant, yet also felt like an incredibly long millennium. Chu Ge opened his eyes once more.

The world is still that glittering one, the sky is void, and twelve characters sparkle like stars; his body has recovered, and there's no more golden-red dragon blood on the ground, as if nothing happened.

"Well done."

Suddenly, a voice came from behind Chu Ge, unambiguously human language, more precisely, Chinese.

The voice was extremely ethereal, giving a very contradictory feeling, as if separated by thousands of miles, yet sounded directly in his ears.

Chu Ge narrowed his pupils, turned abruptly, looking in the direction of the voice.

In his sight, a few hundred meters away, a figure appeared, walking over with a smile in his eyes.

Chu Ge frowned slightly, fully alert, ready to fight at any moment.

A second passed, and the person who appeared far away was already in front of him, less than a meter away, almost face to face.

Even after experiencing an incredible battle with a dragon, Chu Ge found himself with tingling scalp, pupils contracting more fiercely, instinctively stepping back several steps.

Who the hell is this guy? And how did he get into my Spiritual World?

Also... could this really be the legendary Shrinking Inches?

Chu Ge thought quietly, held his breath, and scrutinized this guy who inexplicably barged in, spoke to him, and appeared beside him in an instant.

Upon scrutiny, Chu Ge was even more startled.

This person... even standing so close, with nothing covering his face, Chu Ge couldn't see his features clearly.

Chu Ge could only tell that he appeared to be a man, dressed like those ancient Immortal beings from TV dramas, in a white long gown, hands behind his back, looking magnificent.

That feeling was as if there was a mist barrier between him and this guy.

"Hmm, no idea if I scared you, if I did, my apologies, but you needn't worry, I'm not a living person."

While Chu Ge was quietly startled, this man uttered another sentence, causing Chu Ge's eyebrows to furrow tighter, increasing his vigilance.

Dammit, you're not a living person, have I actually seen a ghost?

Forget it, in this ghostly place, even if a ghost did appear, it wouldn't be surprising.

This man in white spat again, "Pah, pah, pah, that's not right either, sounds as if I'm dead, how could someone as strong and charming as me be dead? I am surely to live as long as the heavens and the earth, shine as bright as the sun and moon, destined to be the strongest man!"

Chu Ge's eye twitched, suddenly feeling this guy might not be so terrifying; the impressive, Immortal aura was largely destroyed by such words—he's downright a baffling clown, isn't he?

Chu Ge still didn't speak, not because he was stunned by the clown attribute, but given this clown's current performance, his words were probably far from over.

Sure enough.

This clown in white scratched his head, "Uh, seems I haven't explained what my deal is, right? Alas, when someone's so handsome, they tend to forget trivial matters."

Chu Ge rolled a huge Byakugan, thought damn you, compared to you, I am a modest, conscientious model youth!

Damn it, where did this clown come from?

If not for the fact that this guy might be unbeatable, I'd kick him aside!

"Cough, cough!"

Attempting to make the atmosphere serious, this clown in white pretentiously coughed twice, yet even coughing appeared clownish.

"Alright, back on track, I am what you ordinary folks view as extraordinarily lofty and unattainable, even running horses to death cannot reach, an Immortal. How's that, are you scared? If you are, why not kneel and bow?"

Chu Ge felt he couldn't hold it back anymore, finally kicking at the clown.

Swish!

Chu Ge's right leg passed through the clown's body.