Douluo Dragon King: My Martial Soul is Kamen Rider!

Let's turn our attention back to Zhou Yang and Na'er.

In this primeval forest, Zhou Yang was leading Na'er on her way. Na'er kicked at the pebbles at her feet listlessly, her face full of boredom.

The journey was far too easy. Zhou Yang was like a cheat code, transforming into an "all-around big brother" who led her to slaughter her way through. The ordinary soul beasts they encountered were basically knocked to the ground with a single punch, without even giving her a chance to fight back. Over time, she completely lost interest in the challenge and found it all rather boring.

After all, this was the most efficient arrangement, and she had no choice but to follow her older brother's instructions.

The two continued on their way, and before they knew it, they had reached the deepest part of the forest.

The vegetation here is denser than elsewhere, with towering ancient trees blocking out the sun. Their intertwined branches and leaves almost completely block out the sunlight, making the forest dark and damp. The air is filled with a rich fragrance of grass and trees, yet eerily silent—no birdsong, no insect chirps, not even the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves, a scene of peaceful tranquility.

This tranquility, far from bringing peace of mind, instead carried a chilling eeriness. Like the calm before a storm, it carried a heavy sense of oppression, weighing heavily on one's heart.

Zhou Yang's steps gradually came to a stop, his purplish-pink compound eyes flickered slightly, and he warily scanned his surroundings.

Because of her frustration, Na'er's attention was entirely focused on Zhou Yang, and she didn't notice that a huge shadow flashed silently in the woods beside her, carrying a deadly aura, and pounced on her.

Zi-O's minute hand sensor emitted a loud noise, and Zhou Yang immediately moved, lunging towards Na'er and rolling with her to avoid the deadly attack that had just come out.

"roar--!"

A deafening roar suddenly rang out, shattering the tranquility of the forest. With unparalleled power, it shook the surrounding trees violently, causing branches and leaves to fall.

Zhou Yang, holding Na'er, stood up steadily. Looking up, he saw a golden lion mastiff, three meters tall, with every muscle brimming with explosive power. Its enormous head resembled a giant lion, but it had a black, ghostly face that contrasted sharply with its golden body, making it as terrifying as a demon. It stood on the open ground not far away, staring at them with wide-open eyes, its body radiating terrifying soul power fluctuations.

On the hillside, Leng Yaozhu, who was hiding in the shadows, saw this scene and her expression changed instantly. She subconsciously wanted to make a move.

She knew all too well the origin of this being. It was a golden-haired lion-mastiff with an indomitable spirit that had existed for six thousand years, an extinct being, the ancestor of all canine spirit beasts in legend, and even the ancestor of lion spirit beasts in some legends.

At this moment, he is the guardian between the intermediate and advanced Spirit Ascension Platforms, and the most powerful one at that, with terrifying strength that a mere two-ring Soul Master cannot possibly handle.

But the moment she moved, Ya Li stopped her again. "Don't make a move." Ya Li's tone remained calm, her eyes fixed firmly on Zhou Yang below. "Trust him, he can handle it."

Leng Yaozhu panicked and couldn't help but retort, "Yali, are you crazy? This is a golden-haired lion-dog with a six-thousand-year-old indomitable soul, also known as the progenitor of dogs. Its strength is unfathomable. Those two are at most at the second ring; they have no chance against it! If his spirit is severely damaged, the consequences will be unimaginable!"

Even ordinary Title Douluo would likely be defeated by a ten-thousand-year-old golden-haired lion mastiff. A six-thousand-year-old lion mastiff might seem weak, but that depends on the level of its opponent. Not to mention that Zhou Yang and his group are only level 20 Soul Masters.

Before she could finish speaking, Ya Li interrupted her, shaking her head and saying firmly, "I believe in him. If anything happens, I will help."

"Trust him..." Leng Yaozhu murmured, repeating the words, a distant memory suddenly flashing through her mind.

Someone else had said those words to her before, with the same firm tone and full of trust. Those words seemed to possess a kind of magic, gradually calming her initially anxious heart.

Although persuaded by Ya Li to stop, Leng Yaozhu still did not withdraw her martial spirit. The phantom of the Heavenly Phoenix faintly appeared behind her. She remained vigilant at all times and secretly made up her mind: if Zhou Yang and Na'er were in danger, she would save them immediately.

She knew that although death on the ascension platform was virtual, the sensory pain and mental shock were real, and she had to ensure the safety of the two children.

Na'er leaned against Zhou Yang's chest, regained her senses, summoned the Silver Dragon Spear, looked up at the huge golden-haired lion-dog, and her face instantly tensed up.

She stared at the golden-haired lion-dog and quickly said to Zhou Yang, "Boss, this is the progenitor of dog soul beasts, the Unyielding Soul Spirit Golden-haired Lion-dog. Even I would find it difficult to deal with! It's born with a domain, possesses terrifying strength, and is known for its frenzied fighting. Once it enters battle mode and activates its Domineering Domain, its attack and defense will increase dramatically, and it will feel no pain. All of its additional abilities will increase in power by more than 50%. Moreover, this guy's characteristic is that it will fight to the death!"

Holding the Silver Dragon Spear, the silver dragon's might emanating from it was unleashed, carrying the aura of the Lord of Beasts, yet the golden-haired lion-dog, shrouded in its domain, remained completely unaffected.

"It's completely unaffected by my Silver Dragon Spear; we're no match for it. What should we do? Should we just retreat?"

As she spoke, Na'er's mind raced, and she was already considering retreating. At their level, it was impossible for them to fight the Golden-haired Lion Hound. This thing could knock down a Title Douluo with an elbow strike even after ten thousand years. Even though it had only been a thousand years, it was still beyond the capabilities of a two-ring Soul Master like them.

Upon seeing Zhou Yang, however, he remained completely calm, showing no sign of retreating rather than advancing, and appeared eager to try, clearly already ignited with fighting spirit.

Out of desperation, she wanted to be ready to support and protect Zhou Yang at any time, because she didn't want to see him get hurt.

Remembering his identity as an avatar of the Silver Dragon King, he couldn't help but hesitate: Should he use the power of the Silver Dragon King?

But once it's used, it'll be hard to explain afterwards. After all, the Silver Dragon King is an avatar of the Dragon God, and her name is quite prestigious. Her martial soul is at most a branch of the Silver Dragon, which is already eye-catching enough. Showing more of it would easily attract unnecessary trouble.

But if she didn't use her abilities, she couldn't help Zhou Yang at all, and could only watch helplessly as Zhou Yang faced this terrifying golden-haired lion alone.

Zhou Yang gently patted Na'er's back, reassuring her. After listening to Na'er's words, he slowly nodded, his eyes showing no fear, but rather a hint of excitement: "A fight to the death, huh? Interesting. Since you like fighting, then I'll use this to fight you—"

"After all, you can't survive without fighting!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a red light suddenly flashed in Zhou Yang's hand, and a uniquely shaped red watch dial appeared out of thin air. The watch dial was printed with the image of the Dragon Rider, and it was the Dragon Rider Watch.

Although he wanted to undo his transformation and use the power of Ryuki, he could directly transfer this world into the Mirror World through the power of Oma Zi-O, which would be his home turf.

However, this would put Na'er and himself in danger. Although he was confident that his hand speed was fast enough to switch speeds, there was no need for that; he didn't want the people around him to get hurt.