The Dragon-Human Form—an evolution beyond the Partial Dragonization state—was a power awakened only after Zhao Xuan's Azure Dragon Fruit mastery advanced to the Expert level.
And since it was an evolved form, naturally—
its boost to Zhao Xuan's physical attributes far surpassed that of his previous transformation.
While the Partial Dragonization granted a fivefold increase to all stats for a short duration…
The Dragon-Human Form multiplied them by ten.
What did that mean?
It meant explosive power.
When Zhao Xuan's Azure Dragon ability broke through to the Expert tier, his Constitution had already skyrocketed once again—
by another 100 points.
In his base state, his physique stood at roughly 480 points.
A tenfold increase meant—
4,800 points of Constitution!
A number so absurd it could shake the world.
At that level, Zhao Xuan suspected that even the Desert Golems, known for their near-impenetrable defenses, might not match the toughness of his scaled body.
Of course, immense power came with its drawbacks.
The first was… well—
it looked hideous.
But aesthetics weren't Zhao Xuan's concern.
The real problem—
was the drain.
The Dragon-Human Form consumed stamina at an alarming rate—
roughly four to five times more than the partial transformation.
Even with his endurance, Zhao Xuan could only maintain this form for about five minutes.
He sighed inwardly.
"Every gain comes with a price. There's no such thing as overwhelming power with negligible cost."
Then suddenly—
"Hm?"
Zhao Xuan frowned.
"The fourth-tier guy's still moving? Took over a dozen full-powered hits and he's still alive?"
He looked down into the crater.
The Demon Cult brute was staggering to his feet, his body battered and bleeding, eyes burning with hatred.
"You damn brat! You damn brat! YOU DAMN BRAT!!" he roared hoarsely, veins bulging.
"I'll kill you! I'll tear you apart!!"
BOOM!
He vanished from the crater in a burst of speed—charging straight at Zhao Xuan.
His hand turned into a finger-gun spear, coated in dense Armament Haki, glinting pitch-black under the sunlight.
But Zhao Xuan didn't even flinch.
"Too slow."
The cold words left his mouth a heartbeat before he moved.
Then—
Like a dragon emerging from the sea—
he struck.
Lightning-fast. Precise. Brutal.
In one motion, he caught the incoming spear-hand in his scaled grip.
His reflexes, speed, and raw might had all been magnified tenfold.
To the brute, his movements were blinding.
To Zhao Xuan, the world moved at 0.2x speed—
every motion crawling like molasses.
"H-how!? Impossible!!"
The cultist's eyes widened in disbelief, his scream echoing across the schoolyard.
"You're just a third-tier insect! How can you—how can you keep up with my speed!? This can't be—this can't—"
"Annoying."
Zhao Xuan's low growl rolled out like thunder.
He gripped the man's fingers tightly—
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
The air filled with the sound of bones snapping and the man's tortured screams.
"Can't be done? You talk too much," Zhao Xuan muttered coldly.
"Stop whining."
He released the shattered hand.
Then—
Whoosh!
His leg swept outward in a wide arc.
A Tempest Kick, wreathed in roaring lightning.
CRACKLE—BOOM!
Before the man could even process what was happening, the kick crashed into his chest.
The power behind it was monstrous—
the kind only possible with a body nearing 5,000 Constitution.
CRUNCH!!
Ribs shattered like dry twigs.
The brute's chest collapsed inward, the bones piercing through flesh and lung.
"GAAAHHHHHHH!!!"
Blood and bile sprayed from his mouth as he was sent flying, his body spinning uncontrollably through the air.
BOOOOOOOM!!!!
He crashed outside the school gates, smashing into the asphalt street, gouging a deep crater into the ground.
The shockwave rippled outward—
cracks spreading like spiderwebs for hundreds of meters.
The very earth trembled.
Buildings shuddered.
Trees swayed.
Through the settling dust, Zhao Xuan's towering figure appeared at the crater's edge.
"Leave no roots behind," he murmured coldly.
He raised his massive foot—
—and stomped down.
BOOM!!!!
The ground quaked again.
The cultist's body convulsed once, then fell completely still.
No breath. No aura.
He was dead.
Third Tier versus Fourth Tier.
Result:
Third Tier — Victory.
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