Infinite Bloodcore-Chapter 282 - : Section 70: I Have a Huge Fish Head

Chapter 282: Section 70: I Have a Huge Fish Head

In the deep sea, the radiance emitted by the coral lightly danced across the youth’s cheeks.

The Fishman youth looked at his own hands.

His palms were no longer the hard and fearsome Dragon Claws, but the hands of a Fishman, including the thumbs, with only three fingers each.

Between the fingers was a layer of tough membrane, effectively his fish fins.

The youth tried waving his palms, the fins slicing through the water, resulting in a stronger counterforce.

His field of vision had also changed.

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The underwater world had become much brighter.

After all, the Flame Dragon lived on land, and while its eyes could see underwater, they couldn’t compare to the eyes of a Fishman.

Deep Sea Fishman were forced by their environment to evolve eyes that could more actively absorb light.

To achieve this, the eyes of a Fishman were very large.

During his Dragon-man form, his Dragon eyes were about the size of normal Human Race eyes. But Fish eyes were different; at this moment, each of the youth’s eyes were as big as plates.

A pair of eyes occupied the left and right sides, so large that they almost filled up the youth’s now enormous fish head.

Such massive eyes drastically expanded the youth’s field of vision by several times.

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Without turning his head, the Fishman youth could see the sights to the left and right behind him. Only directly behind his body was out of view.

The youth took a deep breath.

The fish gills on both sides of his head opened suddenly, sucking in a large amount of seawater, converting it into abundant oxygen.

The youth then looked at his fish scales; under the shining light of the corals, his scales were a pale blue.

This color of his scales was exactly that of the few Fishman he had previously slain and absorbed.

“The strength is much less than in Dragon-man form.”

“The Recovery Power and endurance are far from comparable.”

“The defensive power is almost negligible.”

“But… I’m more adapted to the underwater environment than before, and I seem a tad more agile.”

The boost in agility was minuscule. The Fishman Form was greatly suited for the deep sea, but the King of Flame Dragon’s Bloodline was of Legendary Grade, extremely excellent in all aspects.

The youth began to attempt various trials.

Moments later, he had a deeper understanding.

He still had Silver Cultivation at this moment, but his combat power had plummeted, and the drop was substantial!

He could no longer use any of the talented magic inherent to the King of Flame Dragon Bloodline, and the power of the Combat Skill Dragon Claw Strike had significantly decreased. The Blast Fighting Energy could still be used, but its overall performance had been discounted.

Especially in terms of recovery abilities.

Generally, even if a Cultivator of Fighting energy didn’t practice actively, their body would automatically generate new Fighting energy.

Unless under special circumstances, the phenomenon of natural replenishment continued inside a fighter.

Previously, when the youth fought with the Golden Silver brothers, he was continuously using Blast Fighting Spirit throughout the entire battle. Although the consumption of Fighting energy was extremely intense, the compatibility between the Flame Dragon Bloodline and the Blast Fighting Spirit was so high that it restored very quickly.

Therefore, from beginning to end, the youth never lacked Fighting energy.

Switching to the Fishman Form, that advantage was gone. The compatibility between the Fishman Bloodline and Blast Fighting Spirit was very low, and the natural recovery speed of the Blast Fighting Spirit plummeted.

“I simply can’t sustain a prolonged battle now.”

“This Bloodline is only of Bronze Grade, I shouldn’t expect too much.”

The Fishman youth looked at his lower body—it was still the same as before, not transformed into the biological structure of a Fishman.

The mere three Fishman Life Essences he had just absorbed weren’t enough for him to undergo a complete Mutation.

“I still need to absorb more and better Bloodlines.”

The youth transformed back into his Dragon-man form and continued to ambush.

His Cultivation was of Silver Level, and most of the Fishman hunting parties he went out to hunt were average Fishmen, with the leaders generally being of Bronze Grade. There was a huge disparity in levels of life.

The youth, having mutated into a Dragon-man and possessing Flame Dragon Blood, greatly enhanced his physical qualities. With this body, the youth had previously proved capable of resisting several attacks from the Golden Hook’s Gold Level Combat Skills.

These Fishmen stood no chance against him.

After a while, the young boy had gathered enough bloodlines and transformed into a complete Fishman.

Having reached that stage, he officially began to hunt in the form of a Fishman.

Old Fishman Rot Tail was familiarizing a newcomer who had just joined the patrol team with the patrol route when suddenly an unfamiliar Fishman popped up in front.

The stranger had a slender figure, covered in light blue scales, and brandished a trident in the middle of the path.

“Wagula!” Old Fishman Rot Tail bellowed.

The strange blue-scale Fishman pointed first at himself, then at Old Fishman, and finally hefted his trident in a challenging gesture.

“Gmal, wmmrra, wmlaa!” Old Fishman’s eyes bulged in response.

The blue-scale stranger simply repeated his previous actions.

The new member of the patrol team then chimed in, “Rgmma, gwwla, mmawrl.”

Old Fishman paused for a moment, then became very angry.

He patted his new companion on the shoulder, signaling for him to watch his combat performance closely, then drew his iron blade and strode boldly toward the blue-scale Fishman.

The blue-scale Fishman grinned, understanding that Old Fishman had accepted the challenge, and with a forceful push of his legs and a sweep of his palms, he surged forward at great speed, charging at Old Fishman Rot Tail.

Old Fishman was startled and hastily moved to the side, avoiding the charge.

The blue-scale Fishman had noticed Old Fishman’s move early on and adjusted his posture while speeding along.

But to everyone’s surprise, the blue-scale Fishman stumbled, his direction of attack completely changed, and he tumbled a few times before his large fish head buried itself into the sandy seabed.

Old Fishman and the newcomer were in shock.

They couldn’t believe their eyes.

Originally, when the unfamiliar blue-scale Fishman had challenged them, they thought he was a formidable Fishman fighter. But unexpectedly, the fellow couldn’t even master the most basic swimming skills!

Is this guy for real?

The Fishman youth awkwardly pulled his big head out of the sand.

He was none other than our Captain Long Fu.

He wasn’t good at swimming. While the Fishman’s physical structure was similar to a human’s, there were many differences. For instance, a Fishman’s head was larger and heavier than a human’s.

Just now, the youth had charged with great momentum, but he had lost his balance while trying to adjust his position and ended up face-planting.

But the young boy was not discouraged; instead, his fighting spirit grew stronger.

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He took a deep breath of seawater through his gills and, brandishing his trident, charged at Old Fishman again.

Old Fishman held his head high, waving his scimitar to engage with the boy.

With only a smattering of Fighting energy and the aid of Pearl Bubble, the boy was just an ordinary Bronze Level Fishman fighter.

Soon after the official confrontation began, the Fishman youth quickly found himself at a disadvantage.

Old Fishman laughed heartily, while the newcomer shook his head in disbelief, having thought he would witness an exciting battle, only to find this challenger so clumsy.

However, as the fight continued, Old Fishman’s laughter dwindled and the new Fishman began to sense something was amiss.

The youth had strong combat skills; he was just not used to this life form yet.

Actual combat was where he could improve the most.

Not much later, he was trading blows with Old Fishman.

A little while after, the Fishman youth gained the upper hand over Old Fishman.

Old Fishman began to suffer injuries, and the newcomer cried out, joining the fray to make it two against one.

The youth was pleased rather than alarmed, as this would further hone his combat abilities.

As a result, the previous fighting scenario played out again.

After the boy had adapted, he overpowered both Old Fishman and the newcomer.

Old Fishman, now covered in cuts and bruises, howled and suddenly turned to flee without regard for the newbie.

The new Fishman, caught between shock and anger, exposed an opening and was stabbed to death by the youth’s trident.

Afterward, the youth caught up with Old Fishman and finished him off with the trident as well.

The Blood Core was employed once again, and the young man assimilated another Bloodline.

“Huh, this Bloodline comes from Old Fishman. It’s a bit higher-end than the ones I’ve got; it’s reached the Black Iron Level.”