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... u’s body radiated dazzling light as boundless qi and vitality erupted from within, forming a red pillar of energy that shot skyward.

Crack! Crack!

As his vitality surged, black-red scales appeared across his body. In an instant, he swelled to over forty meters tall, revealing his True Dragon Battle Body, complete with three faces and six arms.

Behind him, blue-black lightning and golden flames coalesced to form two additional arms, each wielding thunderbolts and fire. Fou ...

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