Urban Divine Doctor Descends the Mountain Chapter 2742 - 2741: I Will Use Your Skills!

Elsewhere, Lin Dong fixed his gaze upon the descending drop of blood. It radiated such immense pressure that his heart hammered with nervous, unparalleled resolve.

The atmosphere itself seemed to densify under the weight of the falling blood, rendering every inhalation a laborious struggle.

He understood clearly that relying on his present capability—whether by pushing the Dragon Blood Holy Body to its zenith or utilizing the extremes of the Physical Supreme Transformation and Reverse Scale Transformation—would prove futile. He simply lacked the means to endure a force stemming from such an unfamiliar realm.

"I have no choice but to gamble," Lin Dong muttered, his voice barely audible yet ringing with undeniable conviction.

His mind raced, sifting through countless variables before latching onto a singular, audacious concept: instead of opposing the force, he would seek to briefly command it.

Once conceived, this notion took root like invasive weeds, swiftly consuming his entire focus.

Lin Dong inhaled deeply, sealing his eyes to center himself as he began to stir the Wuji power lying dormant within his Dantian.

Ever since he had acquired this energy, it had acted as his greatest foundation, possessing the unique capacity to harmonize and contain all things.

Now, he sought to manifest this power fully, reaching out to touch that seemingly wild and untamable droplet of blood.

Simultaneously, the Five Elements Origin Heart, recently secured from the Extraterrestrial Battlefield, stirred to life in his consciousness. The essences of Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, and Earth surged through his body, weaving together into a radiant Five Elements Map.

This primal Origin Power, the purest energy between heaven and earth, synergized with the Wuji power to grant Lin Dong a level of control he had never previously attained.

Lin Dong opened his eyes, a strange radiance flickering within them as he witnessed the seamless fusion of Wuji and the Five Elements.

He gestured with his right hand, palm upward, as if inviting the descending blood to rest upon it.

With a mental command, the Wuji power coalesced into an ethereal net, gently shrouding the droplet, while the Five Elements Origin Heart flowed from his fingertips like five distinct rivulets, circling the blood in a rhythmic dance.

Initially, the blood droplet resisted, shaking violently and emitting erratic pulsations in a desperate bid to shatter his hold.

Lin Dong remained steadfast. Relying on his profound grasp of Wuji and the intricate interplay of the Five Elements, he micro-adjusted the rhythm and flow of his energy.

Slowly, the droplet’s frantic shivering subsided, beginning to hum in resonance with the specific frequency Lin Dong applied.

A fragile yet genuine connection took hold. He guided the droplet with extreme caution, causing it to hover perfectly still in the void, its descent completely halted.

For a fleeting moment, time seemed to stand still, and Lin Dong’s heartbeat synced with the stabilization of the blood.

He remained acutely aware that this was merely a temporary triumph; his limit was a mere ten seconds of control.

Yet, that would be more than enough!

"Boom!" Elsewhere, Macaron witnessed Lin Dong seizing control of the droplet just as his own exploded, his face twisting in sudden shock.

But before he could even process the sight, his own chaotic droplet reached critical mass. A destructive energy, reminiscent of a supernova, slammed into him, threatening to tear his physical form asunder.

"Ah!" Even as Macaron scrambled to dampen the impact with his most potent defensive arts, it was clearly in vain.

He shrieked as the light from the rupture swallowed his position, leaving his fate hanging by a thread.

Beside him, Lin Dong was also buffeted by the shockwave of his *own* droplet’s potential detonation, yet position and his ironclad defenses saved him. He had survived.

More importantly, he retained his grip on the droplet.

"This... how is this possible? How can you command it!" Xue Chen cried out from across the field, his features wrought with absolute disbelief.

Lin Dong did not deign to respond; his window was closing.

Ten seconds. Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven.

"Xue Chen, sample your own ultimate trump card!" Lin Dong roared as the clock hit four seconds, a blinding white luminescence erupting from his core.

With eyes cold as winter, he tightened his grip until his knuckles turned ivory.

The blood droplet, now like a tethered hound, surged forward with devastating momentum, tearing through the air toward its original master.

Xue Chen turned deathly pale, his eyes wide with hollow terror. He had never dreamed that the blood he had cultivated with such agonizing sacrifice and expensive heart blood would turn against him as his executioner.

He let out a desperate, guttural howl: "No!"

Before the echoes died, he scrambled to act. He knew that any reprieve in the face of his own heart's essence would spell certain doom.

He unleashed every ounce of his remaining cultivation. A crimson beam exploded from his palm like a tidal wave, aimed squarely at the incoming droplet in a frantic bid to stop it.

Simultaneously, he cast his strongest defensive formation. A thick, blood-toned barrier manifested around him, etched with intricate, flickering runes that hummed with a malevolent, impenetrable glow.

Yet, the blood droplet only accelerated, its aura widening until it seemed poised to swallow reality itself.

It halted abruptly, idling about a kilometer from Xue Chen, hovering like a bomb primed by Xue Chen’s own interference.

Then, the blast arrived.

"Boom!" The droplet detonated. The very fabric of space seemed to buckle under the sheer intensity of the release.

The shockwave radiated outward, reducing everything in its path to absolute nothingness.

The crimson glow and the chaotic energy forged a tableau of carnage. Xue Chen’s supposedly invincible barrier proved brittle, fracturing instantly before the onslaught.

Xue Chen himself was sent hurtling backward like a broken doll, crashing into the earth with a wet thud.

He lay prone, his breaths ragged and shallow, his expression a mixture of agony and disbelief. He could never have anticipated meeting his end—or his fall—by his own peerless technique.

Standing nearby, Lin Dong looked on with the icy, arrogant detachment of a victor.