A Dragon against the Whole World

Chapter 143: Chapter 137: The Ominous Star Reveals Its Fangs to the World

His entire aura boiled to the extreme.

Vajra Body!

The energy from years of arduous cultivation erupted, condensing into a thick, bronze-colored aura on the surface of the Martial Monk’s body.

Mind as calm as still water.

Reflect and dodge.

He simultaneously used two Martial Monk skills on himself.

In an instant, Galos’s Dragon Claw tore through the curtain of rain, sharp claws wrapped in golden lightning carving searing vacuum trails in the air, tearing towards the diminutive human Martial Monk.

Bain’s mind was as calm as still water, without a trace of fear or trembling, unaffected by Long Wei, he lifted his leg and stepped aside reflectively, avoiding to the side.

Close to his body, the bronze fist, wrapped with energy concentrated to the extreme, struck towards the Giant Dragon’s chin.

Penetrating Strike!

Boom!

The explosive sound of energy colliding with Dragon Scale shattered raindrops within a ten-meter radius.

Galos’s head was slightly thrown back by the punch, feeling a penetrating force directly assaulting his forehead, causing slight dizziness, while Bain’s right arm fractured, revealing bulging muscles and his pupils quaked.

The Penetrating Strike, capable of shattering steel, did not cause significant damage.

Taking a deep breath, returning to a mind as calm as still water.

The Martial Monk shouted, striking Galos’s heart with his palm.

Heart-Shattering Strike!

This strike also carried the tricky energy capable of penetrating Scale Armor defense, even stronger than before.

However.

It only struck a golden afterimage.

Despite his massive size, Galos, in his exhilarated state, displayed terrifying agility, capable of keeping up with the attack speed of a more advanced Martial Monk.

He dodged the Martial Monk’s attack, his counter claw as fast as lightning, hitting the Martial Monk’s body.

Bam!

Like a kite with a broken string.

The Martial Monk, spewing blood and internal fragments, was sent flying, the bronze on his body largely shattered.

Even with a life rank higher than Galos, he couldn’t bridge the gap in race.

Galos was not significantly harmed by the hit, but his strike seriously injured the Martial Monk; the fact it wasn’t fatal was only due to the Monk’s mastery in deflecting force and his deep, enduring breath.

The grounded Martial Monk did not fall.

He spat a mouthful of blood, steadied himself, and began burning his life force, burning the energy cultivated over decades, causing a layer of illusory flames to emerge around him.

”Evil Dragon, come on.”

His body flickered as Bain proactively closed in on Galos.

Seemingly having used some kind of blood-boosting Secret Technique, he surpassed his previous limits, moving faster, forming over a dozen afterimages around Galos, targeting joints, scale seams, eyes, reproductive cavity, launching fierce assaults, pushing his skills to the extreme, with some attacks even causing Galos pain.

Speed, small frame’s agility, keen reactions.

These are the Martial Monk’s advantages.

He pushed his advantages to the limit.

However.

This couldn’t bridge the gap in stats.

Moreover, Galos himself was also adept at combat techniques.

Shadow after shadow was crushed, the Martial Monk’s stamina plummeting, his movements slowed, revealing an opening, seized by Galos in an instant.

Flames and lightning simultaneously ignited on his claws.

The Dragon Claw, wrapped in Flame Thunder, exploding like fire, swift as electricity.

The reflexive actions triggered too frequently, becoming progressively sluggish, unable to dodge anymore, the Martial Monk gathered all his energy into his fists, clashing directly against the Dragon Claw.

Crumble!

His body suddenly jolted, the protective aura completely scattered, his arms’ skin cracking inch by inch, bones emitting unbearable creaking sounds, finally exploding entirely.

One touch, then separation.

The Martial Monk’s shattered body rolled to the ground, eventually struggling to half-kneel, arms shattered, blood pooling beneath him mixing with the rainwater.

At this moment, he was burnt out, body becoming exceptionally emaciated, skin full of wrinkles, resembling an old man nearing his end rather than his prior rugged middle-aged form.

In contrast, Galos.

This Mixed-blood Dragon still had a robust aura, life force vibrant like a furnace, golden lightning on his body vigorous like a mane.

”Impressive skills.”

Galos looked down at the Martial Monk, giving a comment, but the Martial Monk had already silently died.

”Don’t, don’t kill me!”

In the distance, Edmund cried out in fear.

The Red Dragon and Iron Dragon, one in front of the other, toyingly pawing at him with their claws like teasing a bug.

Without the protection of the Martial Monk, a caster whose legs went weak from fear, never having faced danger directly, was unable to concentrate mentally, stood no chance of escape.

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