C18 Don't Mess with People Who Get Up!

After Duomu successfully dodged Zhao Yang's punch again, Zhao Yang was finally convinced that he could not beat this sleeping guy.

"I don't believe in this!"

Zhao Yang took a deep breath and accelerated his attack. He attacked Duomu like a storm.

Every time Duomu sensed the attack, he was like a loach. Facing his attack, he would sway left and right to dodge. No matter how fast Zhao Yang's fist was, it didn't matter. He dodged the last second when his fist hit him. This made Zhao Yang feel stifled. This was like a fist hitting a pile of cotton. It was as if he couldn't exert any strength at all. He couldn't hit anyone. No matter how powerful the fist was, it was useless!

What made Zhao Yang feel the most pain was that this guy was actually sleeping. The strength of the fist had increased greatly. It was not on the same level as the soft fist just now. Duomu didn't only dodge the attack of Zhao Yang, but also dodged it. If he had the chance, he would have the time to counterattack once or twice. After dodging Zhao Yang's fist with a beautiful sidestep, Duomu kicked out. He kicked Zhao Yang's stomach.

With a bang, he kicked Zhao Yang in the stomach. Zhao Yang took three steps back before he could stabilize himself. "This kid's kick is so powerful!" Zhao Yang was shocked. No one else knew. He clearly knew that this strike was wrapped around his stomach with Dark Dipper. Even so, he could still feel the pain in his stomach.

"No, this won't do me any good." Zhao Yang thought that it was not good. His brain was spinning rapidly, and he was thinking about how to get rid of Duomu.

While he was thinking about how to deal with Duomu, Zhao Yang suddenly realized that Duomu did not continue to attack. Instead, he stood still. What was going on?

Duomu was still standing in his original position. He was still in the same kicking position. He stood there motionlessly. From time to time, faint breathing sounds could be heard.

"Could it be? Can't he take the initiative to attack? Zhao Yang's eyes lit up.

Zhao Yang took two steps at a time and came to Duomu's side in a few steps. He punched Duomu in the face.

"Why is it still such a simple attack?" Xiaojiu, who had been watching from the side, frowned. Zhao Yang's strength was not bad. An Gang's cultivation had already reached the Early Seventh Cycle of the Star Dust Stage realm, and his Starshine was not bad. After observing for a while, Xiaojiu found out that Zhao Yang's strength was not bad. His Starshine was a part of his body that was made of metal. It was one of the "elements" of his body. It was a powerful attack and also had a strong defense. It was a kind of Starshine that was very annoying.

Xiaojiu saw that after Zhao Yang lost his strength a few times, he was still using the same trick. She faintly felt that things were not good. She wanted to remind him, but seeing his brother sleeping like a dead pig, she felt helpless and sighed. There was probably only one family in the entire universe that could sleep to death in battle. Xiaojiu could only prepare for battle at any time to prevent him from harming Duomu.

In the face of Zhao Yang's punch, when Zhao Yang raised his hand, The sleeping Duomu reacted as expected. His body immediately responded. He leaned slightly to the side and punched at Zhao Yang's Duomu at the same time. While dodging, he counterattacked. If this was the Zhao Yang just now... There's no way to avoid it, but... When Zhao Yang saw Duomu's reaction, the corner of his mouth curled up. "Sure enough, this guy is just as I thought. He is relying on his instinct to control his body and his consciousness. He has long fallen asleep."

How dare you humiliate me. This time, I'll directly cripple you! "

Zhao Yang's eyes flashed with an ominous glint. He knew that Duomu had already sensed the punch, but he still attacked because it was just a feint from Zhao Yang. The real killing move was behind him!

Sure enough, this punch was easily dodged by Duomu. At the same time, Zhao Yang's right leg suddenly stomped on the ground. This kick was extremely fierce. Before he attacked, his right leg had already turned into metal. At this moment, Zhao Yang's right leg was like a heavy hammer, smashing into the ground under Duomu's feet.

Boom!

The ground was instantly broken into pieces. Broken rocks filled the sky. This kick contained Zhao Yang's strong dark aura. It was extremely powerful. Even the factory made of special alloy was instantly broken like paper.

As the ground under Duomu's feet was broken by Zhao Yang's kick, the ground was uneven. Duomu, who was standing on it, lost his balance and was about to fall down. Zhao Yang had already expected that the steel fist would hit Duomu's body and give him a complete set of combo punches.

The hard fists hit Duomu's body. Duomu, who had lost his balance, could not react at all. Zhao Yang's timing was perfect and did not give Duomu any chance to react. Although his sharp senses detected the trajectory of these punches, he could not even stand properly. What could he use to hit?

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Duomu received the three punches firmly. His body flew out like a kite with a broken string. He heavily hit the conveyor belt on the second floor of the factory. The conveyor belt made of alloy was directly hit by Duomu.

The sleeping Duomu was woken up by the three punches. The sleeping Duomu was woken up by the sudden pain. Duomu felt pain all over his body. His nose turned cold. His nose was bleeding like a small stream.

When Zhao Yang saw that Duomu had also died, he felt an unprecedented joy and comfort, "Kid, aren't you very arrogant? Go back to sleep. Grandpa's special way of bed is called bed. Do you like it?"

"Hahahaha."

Zhao Yang laughed without a care in the world. He had completely forgotten Xiaojiu's terror. He laughed at Duomu's miserable appearance as if there was no one else around.

Duomu seemed to be stunned. He lowered his head. His expression could not be seen. When the surrounding Soul Clan saw this scene, they were shocked. They had thought that this outsider would be able to defeat Zhao Yang. I could save them, but I didn't think... I just saw a glimmer of hope, and it was shattered by reality. The Soul Clan disciples on the second floor lowered their heads dejectedly.

However, only Xiaojiu showed a frightened expression when she saw Zhao Yang send Zhao Yang flying. She no longer looked as angry as before. Instead, she immediately hid far away and hid behind a conveyor belt at the corner of the wall. Only her head was exposed and she quietly watched from the side.

In the Soul Clan that was installed on the conveyor belt at the corner of the wall, there was a Soul Clan that looked like a nozzle. Originally, it was looking down dejectedly when it saw Xiaojiu coming here. The flames of hope burned at once, thinking she had some secret operation. But after waiting for half a day, this little girl hid behind the conveyor belt. There was no movement, just sticking her head out. She quietly watched.

Finally, the nozzle could not hold it in anymore and asked curiously, "Aren't you going to save your companion? He seems to be dying soon?"

Xiaojiu, who was originally focused on watching, was shocked by the sudden voice. She thought it was a new enemy and turned her head to see that it was just a nozzle. She was slightly relieved when she saw this strange creature talking to her. Xiaojiu was interested in them. She was interested in the Soul Clan. Xiaojiu did not have any hostility towards these people from the Soul Clan. Furthermore, Xiaojiu also found that they did not have any hostility. On the contrary, these people from the Soul Clan really wanted to defeat Zhao Yang. Since they weren't enemies, they could only hope that they could defeat Zhao Yang. Xiaojiu explained.

"Him? Don't worry about him. Big brother is seriously angry when he wakes up. Big brother hates the most in his life. Someone woke him up. It's okay if he knows someone. If he's a stranger, hmph. It would be good if they could keep their lives! "Xiaojiu said softly. As she spoke, she looked at the two people. But when Xiaojiu saw Zhao Yang, the nozzle noticed. That look was like he was looking at a man who was about to die.

When Zhao Yang saw that Duomu did not move, he was even happier. "Don't tell me you were scared silly by my Qi. You don't even dare to move. Don't be afraid. Uncle will let you go. If I don't move now, you attack first!"

Hearing Zhao Yang's increasingly arrogant attitude, Duomu ignored him. Instead, he wiped the blood off his nose and slowly stood up.

"Yo, you still have the strength to stand up. Since you have the strength, continue hitting me. Don't worry, you will attack first this time. I don't want this fight to end so quickly. Uncle, I haven't played enough yet!"

"Is that so? Can I really take action first? Duomu suddenly opened his mouth and asked. His tone was as calm as an ancient well, without the slightest bit of anger.

Zhao Yang sneered. He was originally mocking him. This little brat was serious. In his heart, he looked down on Duomu, "Of course you can. I'll keep my word. Come on!"

After hearing Zhao Yang's promise, the corner of Duomu's mouth rose. He slowly raised his head and stared at Zhao Yang with a cold gaze. He slowly said, "Alright, then you can see clearly."

In an instant, a strong dark aura suddenly surged out of Duomu's body and instantly formed a light black mass of dust in front of him. It could release the dark aura and form a mass of stardust. The color of the mass gradually deepened and finally formed a pure black mass.

This was the strength of a peak First Cycle Star Dust Stage. When Zhao Yang saw the mass of star dust formed by Duomu's body, he snorted. Who didn't have this thing? What was so powerful about it? But when he continued to look, his eyes slowly turned from disdain to seriousness.

The dark aura around Duomu gushed out of his body like a river, continuously forming a mass of stardust in front of him. At the beginning, one, two, three... Then the fifth, sixth, and sixth became pure black.

Reaching pure black meant that Duomu's strength had already reached the peak of the Star Dust Stage sixth transition. Zhao Yang stared at Duomu with a serious expression. At such a young age, he had already reached the peak of the sixth level of Star Dust Stage realm. This could already be described as a genius. The Sixth Cycle of the Star Dust Stage realm was easy to describe. Almost everyone in the entire universe could reach it, but... If one wanted to reach it before reaching adulthood, it would be extremely difficult. Not just anyone could reach it, but it also required a high level of talent. At the same time, it's something a man of great perseverance can do.

However, even if it was the sixth revolution, Zhao Yang was not afraid at all. One should not underestimate the difference between the sixth revolution and the seventh revolution, which was merely a small realm. However, the difference between the first revolution and the sixth revolution was a qualitative leap!

It wasn't just the increase in the quantity of Dark Dipper, the purity of Dark Dipper had also greatly increased when it was seven revolutions. Moreover, it was extremely condensed, and a mere six revolutions was simply like the difference between heaven and earth from seven revolutions!

"So what if it's the sixth revolution? Want to defeat me..."

"What!"

Before he could finish, Zhao Yang suddenly looked at Duomu as if he had seen a ghost. His eyes were wide open and he was about to fall out. His mouth was big and he looked at Duomu as if he was looking at a monster.

At this time, beside Duomu, when the Six Rotation Qi ball turned pure black, the dark aura did not weaken at all. It rushed out of his body and quickly formed a new mass of star dust around Duomu. The color of the star dust changed from light to dark, until the entire mass turned pure black.

Duomu's strength had shockingly reached the peak of the Seventh Cycle of the Star Dust Stage realm!