Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God-Chapter 1564: A Complete Makeover

"You still have a long way to go to break me."

Zhu Wanchun looked up at Li Feng in mid-air with a cold smirk. His Golden Bell Shield power was exceptional in the Ninth Ring; there wasn't anyone who could break his defense.

A nobody from who knows where dared to swing a sword at him—it was simply ridiculous.

Li Feng chuckled.

Still too green?

Well, let's get serious then. Just as a sword shattered the outer layer of the Golden Bell Shield, Zhu Wanchun quickly gathered another Golden Bell Shield to replace the shattered one.

At this critical moment.

A flash of thunder light flickered on Li Feng's King Sword, while the Thunder Pill within him madly released Thunder Power.

The King Sword itself was crafted from Meteorite Gold, with inherent Gold Element sharpness, and the synergy between Gold and Thunder was simply divine. The King Sword wouldn't weaken the power of thunder and lightning; rather, it enhanced it.

In the next moment.

A flash of thunderous brilliance coursed along the King Sword, directly striking Zhu Wanchun's Golden Bell Shield, pouring thunder down onto it.

Zhu Wanchun's face suddenly changed: "Thunder Element."

Zhu Wanchun's corpulent figure trembled slightly; the Golden Bell Shield is a Gold Element Technique, virtually impervious to blades and bullets, yet weak against Thunder Element—as a vulnerable point of the Golden Bell Shield.

Thunder Power rapidly enveloped Zhu Wanchun's Golden Bell Shield; before it shattered, the current already entered his body along Zhu Wanchun's energy, causing him to shudder uncontrollably, crackling with purple electric arcs, even dispersing a faint odor of roasted pork.

"Gulp."

The eyes of the Vajra Sect disciples surrounded by three women were drawn to the battle, witnessing Li Feng's explosive Thunder Power, and their own sect master smelling of roasted meat.

"We're doomed."

"Let's run."

The Vajra Sect disciples turned and bolted without a word, while others followed suit, leaving behind the three women who had been relying on each other to form defensive stances.

Zi Yan and her companions exchanged bewildered glances—the fight had barely begun, and they retreated?

Turning their heads again, they looked toward Li Feng's side of the battle.

"The Golden Bell Shield's defense is formidable; it's the most exalted of flesh defense techniques. Mastering the Golden Bell Shield, one is impervious to blades and bullets; even in close combat, it rebounds upon oneself—capable of dealing a thousand enemy kills while self-harming by eight hundred."

"However, the Golden Bell Shield isn't without flaws; Thunder Power is its nemesis, since the Golden Bell Shield is essentially Gold Element Technique."

Ran Yue exhaled in relief. Although Zhu Batian was infamous in West City as a tough opponent, meeting Li Feng was his misfortune. Despite not knowing how Li Feng wields that Thunder Power, it precisely countered his Golden Bell Shield.

Otherwise, confronting Zhu Batian today would've been tricky.

Being caught by this tough opponent would be quite troublesome.

"Humph, let's see you try again."

Suddenly, Zhu Wanchun raised his head toward Li Feng, roaring with anger, layers of Golden Bell burst from his body in a moment, overlapping into three Golden Bell Shields.

Li Feng saw Zhu Wanchun confronting him directly, mocking coldly as thunder light surged on the King Sword, splitting with his sword light.

Thunder Power pierced through layers of Golden Bell Shields, finally striking Zhu Wanchun, making him appear oily all over as his corpulent fat burst forth.

His surface even developed a scorched layer, akin to a roasted suckling pig.

From the distant alley.

The disciples of the Vajra Sect were anxious and short of breath, peering into the alley to see the powerless, struck-by-lightning Zhu Wanchun.

"Who is that guy, doesn't he know it's best not to strike our sect master with lightning? Our sect master despises being struck by lightning."

"Nobody knows where he came from, but regardless, he's messed up. If our sect master goes all out, even King Yan's dignity wouldn't be spared."

"I wonder if we're safe hiding this far. Once Sect Master uses the Shaking Heaven Technique, it's absolutely devastating, completely ruthless—too bad for those three beauties."

"Yes, it's a pity."

The group sighed, but their faces were wary, watching their distant sect master, contemplating whether they fled far enough since once the sect master rages within a hundred meters, none survives; the attack indiscriminately targets both allies and foes.

"Dead already, seems pretty well done." Xiao Luobing watched Zhu Wanchun, charred black, from afar. "Ran Yue, didn't you say he was one of West City's Thirty-six Heroes? Is this it?"

Ran Yue blinked twice.

Beside them, Zi Yan remarked, "He must've been countered; otherwise, Zhu Wanchun's trouble is undeniable."

The three women spoke as they planned to advance.

Standing before Zhu Wanchun, Li Feng frowned, as he consecutively struck through several Golden Bell Shields. Despite Zhu Wanchun's seemingly half-dead, charred appearance, Li Feng heard his heart beating.

This heartbeat sound wasn't weakening—it was quite strong, not a sign of being half dead.

While Li Feng pondered in puzzlement, Zhu Wanchun's drooping head suddenly revealed a sinister smirk.

"It's been such a long time since I've been struck like this—it's really been a while."

Zhu Wanchun began talking while raising his head, previously hidden eyes now sharp and penetrating.

The next second.

Zhu Wanchun's charred skin suddenly cracked open, and a ray of golden light broke free; Zhu Wanchun seemed like a little golden sun.

"Mm, it's blinding."

Xiao Luobing shielded her eyes with her hand, and as the intense golden light faded, the three women again gaze upon Zhu Wanchun, inhaling sharply in surprise.

"Is that the fat pig?"

Xiao Luobing looked incredulously at Zhu Wanchun. Previously, Zhu Wanchun's entire self was covered in fat, wriggling with every step taken as his belly flab wobbled three times, resembling a pig.

But now, Zhu Wanchun seemed transformed, his body devoid of fat, entirely composed of muscular tendons, with a striking definition in his chest and abdomen—perhaps even the world's strongest bodybuilding champion could hardly compare.

And on Zhu Wanchun, there was a layer of Golden Bell Shield; but this layer wasn't external—it closely melded with his flesh.

The Golden Bell Shield technique comprises nine layers in three great realms; the first realm refines the Golden Bell, the second realm achieves Golden Bell Body, while the third realm is Golden Bell Entering Body.

Once compressed into the body, the Golden Bell Shield becomes flesh skin, like donning an armor of Golden Bell, granting impressive physical defense.

Zhu Wanchun stretched, electrical currents wandered along his body, and bone joints let out crackling noises.

"You must be puzzled why the lightning doesn't scare me."

"The Golden Bell Shield indeed fears Thunder Element Techniques; the shield defends against blades and energy, but it can't fend against thunder and lightning. Thunder Power penetrates right through, transmitting to the body."

"It's safe to say Thunder Power is the shield's nemesis."

"Anyone acquainted with this principle understands, wouldn't I know? Since I know the Golden Bell Shield's flaw, how could I be unprepared?"

Zhu Wanchun spoke while exercising his muscular frame.

"I train constantly to withstand lightning, enduring lightning strikes for hours to adapt to Thunder Power."

"Humph, from my perspective, unless one of your strikes kills me, the lightning feels like a massage."

Zhu Wanchun declared arrogantly.

"You struck, enjoyed, now it's my turn."