Chapter 5475 Taking Control
Mo Yang’s admission of defeat caused an uproar among the dragon experts. Everyone could see that he hadn’t used his full power and was still holding back many moves.
This battle was a matter of pride for the entire Dragon Domain, so how could they accept such a result? Outrage rippled through the crowd.
Yet, what followed shocked them even more.
“I’m the one who lost,” Long Chen declared, leaving the dragon experts stunned.
They stared at him, their fury momentarily replaced by confusion.
Long Chen shrugged. “My dragon blood power is exhausted, while you’ve only used twenty percent of yours. It’s clear who’s the stronger one.”
A collective sigh of relief swept through the crowd, as if a heavy weight had been lifted. By admitting defeat, Long Chen instantly made them feel much better toward him.
“Yes, it is very clear who’s stronger,” Mo Yang said, smiling bitterly.
Raising his right hand, he revealed something that silenced everyone.
“That’s...!”
Gasps filled the air as they saw Mo Yang’s broken dragon scales. Blood dripped slowly from his right hand, pooling on the ground.
The crowd’s gaze turned to Long Chen. Recalling the last exchange, they felt a cold shiver.
Long Chen’s palm was unscathed, but Mo Yang’s right hand was clearly injured. Based on that alone, it was clear who had emerged victorious in their final clash.
“Thank you for holding back at the last moment. Otherwise, my arm would have been crippled,” said Mo Yang, his voice tinged with bitterness and respect.
The audience froze. For Mo Yang, who had never tasted defeat in his lifetime, this was a bitter pill to swallow. Yet, he admitted it with grace, recognizing that Long Chen had shown mercy.
If Long Chen had not held back, Mo Yang’s arm would have exploded on the spot. The destructive laws within Long Chen’s attack were so potent that recovery would have been impossible, even for someone with Mo Yang’s regenerative dragon blood.
Though Mo Yang’s dragon blood power remained, the loss of his dominant right arm would have severely diminished his combat ability. Knowing this, Mo Yang understood that Long Chen’s mercy was the only reason he could still stand. To deny defeat after such an act of grace would have been shameless.
Thus, despite the bitter sting of his first true loss, Mo Yang admitted defeat with dignity.
Long Chen, however, was taken aback. The fact that Mo Yang had sensed his subtle restraint at the last moment spoke volumes about his extraordinary instincts.
Shaking his head, Long Chen replied, “The reason I held back wasn’t because of kindness. It was self-preservation. The backlash from unleashing that power would’ve injured me as well. If I hadn’t pulled back, you might have lost your arm, but I wouldn’t have escaped unscathed either...”
Before Long Chen could elaborate further, Mo Ying stepped forward.
She said, “When two tigers fight, one will definitely be wounded. The fact that neither of you sustained irreversible harm is the best outcome we could ask for. Both of you fought for the dragon race; there’s no need to dwell on who won or lost.”
Mo Ying was very smart, immediately using this chance to frame the battle as an even match. That way, Long Chen and Mo Yang would be able to step down with their faces intact.
“That’s right. We’re all on the same side. There is no need for us to fight like this,” echoed Xie Qianzhong, nodding fervently.
Chi Yue and the others quickly joined in, voicing their agreement. The resolution was ideal, leaving no room for further tension.
Moreover, the heavenly geniuses of the dragon race now saw Long Chen in a new light. His power, composure, and magnanimity had left a deep impression on them.
By handling the situation with grace, Long Chen had preserved the dragon race's dignity. Any further debate over the outcome would have been not just pointless but utterly foolish.
Mo Ying couldn’t help but sigh inside when she looked at Long Chen. His strength, intellect, and masterful tactics at such a young age were nothing short of astonishing. It was as though every move in this tense scenario had been under his control.
To awaken so many heavenly geniuses was no small feat. Yet, Long Chen navigated the challenge with ease, leaving Mo Ying thoroughly convinced of his abilities.
While Mo Ying was also intelligent, she knew she couldn’t compare to Long Chen. Inside, she thanked her lucky stars that this young man was a friend of the dragon race. The mere thought of him as an adversary sent chills through her.
Since Long Chen had won the respect of all the dragon race’s experts, the latter came forward to greet him, their tones becoming much more polite.
As the atmosphere shifted, a striking woman clad in a vibrant, colorful dress and a rainbow phoenix crown stepped forward. She said, “You are both very powerful, but I’m not convinced. If there is a chance, I will challenge the two of you.”
This woman was the monstrous genius of the rainbow dragon race, a being whose era of sealing predated even Mo Yang’s. Her beauty was undeniable, but her eyes sparkled with an unquenchable thirst for battle.
Before the tension could settle, another figure strode into the fray. Chi Wufeng’s presence was as wild and unrestrained as his voice. He shot them a mocking grin.
“How dull. Even in such an important battle, you couldn’t give it your all? What a waste,” Chi Wufeng mocked, his sharp gaze falling on Long Chen. “Whether or not you meant it, your earlier words irritated me. There will be a battle between us one day.”
Chi Wufeng was clearly nursing a grudge over Long Chen’s words, and this was his challenge letter. However, it didn’t actually contain any hatred—only pure desire to clash with peak experts.
“At first, I found you quite dislikable,” a towering man said as he approached, his booming voice drawing everyone’s attention. “But now, I think you’re my kind of person. You possess dragon blood and wield the dragon race’s divine abilities. In other words, you’re family.”
He reached out and patted Long Chen on the shoulder with a force that could shake mountains.
This man was also a monstrous existence on the same level as Mo Yang, and Long Chen’s actions had completely won him over. Things were simple in the dragon race. Once someone obtained their approval, they would be trusted.
The various monstrous geniuses of the dragon race came over. Although some expressed their desire to challenge him, all of them had accepted him as their own.
Since these monsters had acknowledged him, the other experts of the dragon race naturally had no dissenting opinions. In any case, most weren’t even qualified to voice their approval directly. After all, in the dragon race, power was the sole measure of one’s right to speak, and Long Chen’s strength had silenced any lingering doubts.
Once the greetings and acknowledgments had settled, Mo Yang stepped forward again, his expression one of curiosity and reverence.
“Brother Long Chen,” he said, his tone somewhat solemn, “what was the name of that last move of yours?”
The atmosphere grew tense as all eyes turned to Long Chen. The sheer power and supreme dragon might radiating from that move had left even the sealed geniuses of the dragon race in awe.
It was unlike anything they had ever seen, and the fact that it carried the essence of their dragon lineage stirred a mix of admiration and unease within them.
After a brief pause, Long Chen’s calm voice cut through the silence.
“It’s Sovereign Blood Seal—God Slaying Cross.”
The moment those words left his lips, the crowd erupted.
“Sovereign Blood Seal?!"