"Nine Dragon Roars."
Old Man Long faced the Poison King, and his first move was his most familiar technique. The moment his Level Six Inner Strength erupted, nine golden dragons burst forth from the ground, soaring up and, simultaneously, falling like thunder from the sky.
"Hmph."
The Poison King's strength was formidable. After casting a disdainful glance at Old Man Long's signature move, he casually flicked his sleeve, and a powerful surge of energy scattered the nine dragons, dispersing them like smoke and clouds.
"What?"
Old Man Long watched his Inner Strength dissipate in the blink of an eye and took a sharp intake of breath. He had been able to fight opponents one or two levels above him before, but facing such a powerful enemy, he feared he would suffer greatly.
