Chapter 109: The Impoverished Viscount’s Second Son Chases After Her Eyes 10
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As I stopped, Elza passed me, her eyes wide.
The claws that had been swung as if chasing Elza changed trajectory and came towards me.
What a joke.
A half-hearted trajectory with half-hearted killing intent.
Not deflecting, not diverting, not parrying.
I met it head-on and struck back.
The Dragon’s foreleg buckled and crushed.
Perhaps its Pride was deeply wounded by the act of me, a puny human, smashing the Blackened Dragon’s leg head-on, for the Dragon roared.
“Senior Disciple, did you perhaps become an idiot?”
Elza, who had returned to my right side, called me an idiot the moment she opened her mouth.
“Actually, I joined the ranks of idiots just a little while ago.”
“Is it because you were provoked, thinking you could at least Delay it?”
What could she mean? I have no idea~.
Saying that wasn’t part of the reason I stopped would be a lie, so I ignored her.
Elza deflected the Dragon’s foreleg, and I struck the Dragon’s head, knocking it upward.
Elza let out an exasperated sigh.
Good grief, that Elza is exasperated with me.
Yeah, that actually hurts quite a bit.
“This Female Disciple can only handle one foreleg if we’re stopping it, so I’ll leave the rest to Senior Disciple.”
“Leave it to me.”
Ignoring my immediate reply, Elza grumbled.
“I wanted to see Senior Disciple spitting blood…”
You really are something else!
My shout was drowned out by the Dragon’s roar.
In that instant, I felt my own time become “thicker.”
My body had instinctively increased the intensity of its Physical Enhancement.
A dense killing intent, incomparable to before, rode on the Dragon’s Magicka.
It seemed extremely displeased.
That puny humans showed no sign of dodging before a Dragon.
That we could trade banter before claws that would kill most living things with a mere light swing.
Suddenly, the sounds grew distant.
Just like when I fought the Ogre Knight in the Demon Realm Forest.
Beast-like, Dragon-like, crude and violent with no technique, yet the power contained within rivaled the Ogre Knight’s strike.
I met the Dragon’s descending claws head-on with my Sword.
Beneath my sleeves, my arms creaked and bones groaned. The moment the ground supporting my feet seemed about to crack, unable to bear the force, it “somehow” suddenly gained strength, and my feet merely sank slightly.
I could tell the Dragon, the Blackened Jewelhead Dragon, was clearly astonished.
For some reason, even Elza beside me looked surprised, muttering, “Ugh, gross,” but I ignored her.
What does she mean, gross? What’s gross about