Chapter 104: The Banished Dragon (4)
Therefore, in my opinion, only the most fragile and lowly little reptiles and ants in this world would worship such a filthy blood. And this sword spirit is actually marked with blood color in this part. Ha, how can there be such a stupid thing? It would mark its weaknesses so obviously? It's so arrogant, even I would never be able to expose my weaknesses to others.
Okay, it's time to seriously compete with this so-called sword spirit. The severed part of the hand is still recovering briefly, but it is still not up to the previous level. But now that my severed right hand is starting to grow back into shape, I'm sure it will take a few more minutes to regain my right hand. So, the most important thing now is not to fight with that knife spirit for a while, but to delay it long enough so that the injury on my right hand can recover.
At the moment, it's relatively easy to get rid of its attacks with my speed alone. But if that old thing doesn't get along, then things will go the way I want them to.
I laughed, mocking the sword spirit mercilessly, regardless of whether it understood what I was saying.
"Come on, you piece of, do you think that if you can hurt me while I'm looking, it means you're better than me?"
"Your name is the Blade Spirit, don't you have a name for this piece of garbage that you've been created?"
"Oh, no. You don't understand what I'm saying. After all, you're just a product created by the old stuff of Dragon Island. So, you don't know what I'm talking about, do you? β
"Look at the old thing on your head, is it your creator? Look at it, even if it becomes a human being, it's an old man. Such an old thing that is about to go to the ground can still control you. This shows how sad your life is. β
I sarcastically mocked the sword spirit mercilessly, and then slowly delayed myself so that I could recover from my injuries. Moreover, this old thing was quite cooperative, and although I said no less about it, it just looked at me condescendingly, and still put on the same look of pity that I hated before.
"Hahaha, hahahaha. β
I stared at it carefully, but I didn't notice any signs of its expression changing? So, where did this laughing sound come from?
No, apart from me and that old thing, only the stunned sword spirit is left here. Then, the only one who made that scream was the sword spirit.
How is this possible? That sword spirit can still laugh? And, it's laughing? How is it possible! It's just a created sword spirit! How can this thing laugh? Is it smiling at me?
"You bastard, what are you laughing at!" I looked at the knife spirit who was carrying a knife not far away, but it didn't say anything other than a loud sneer at me.
And at this time, the old thing that had been quietly watching us spoke at this time. "It only laughs, it doesn't speak. Moreover, what I want to tell you is that both me and the Sword Spirit know exactly what you want to do. That's what you want to stall for time to get that wound you hurt to heal. My guess was correct. β
"What if you guess right? Do you think you can match me with your speed? I just want to play with you here, and if I want to get out of here, do you think you can keep me with your speed?"
"Kid, you can't leave here anymore. The old thing suddenly looked at me pitifully, and then I was about to say something to fight back against it, when the sword spirit suddenly appeared in front of me. "Your movements are indeed very fast, far beyond my comprehension, but judging by your skill, you should have only mastered this ability for a short time. β
I snorted, "So what?"
"Kid, I'm just amazed at your natural skills. I didn't expect your growth ceiling to far exceed my expectations. If you can get lost, then you will definitely be the leader of our dragons in the future. However, now that you have gone further and further down the wrong path, I cannot let you become a threat to our Dragon Island existence. I want you to know one thing, and that is that the reason why this sword spirit is extremely feared by all dragons in Dragon Island is because of its two characteristics. β
The old thing waited for me for a while, but after seeing that I didn't react or want to talk to it, it sighed deeply and continued, "Hey, kid, you better give up resisting. The first characteristic of the sword spirit is that it has an innate ability to restrain all dragons. Actually, none of the members of our Dragon Island knew the origin of this sword spirit, and even I didn't know much about it. It is rumored that this sword spirit was originally the soul of one of our ancestors, and then it was hunted down for violating the precepts of Dragon Island like you, and after trying to kill it, in order to prevent the soul still in its body from continuing to come out and do evil, our ancestors sealed it in this sword of a dragon slayer who died in battle. And this sword, which seals its soul, is used by us to punish those who defect like it, and it is also our most powerful weapon at this time. Because this sword spirit, that is, our defected ancestor, is not what our dragon clan is now, so perhaps because of this reason, it has an extremely strong suppressive power on our current dragon clan, as long as we maintain the form of a dragon, our ability will be suppressed by half of it. Therefore, if we want to exert our strength in front of this sword spirit, we can only transform into other forms. So far, we have been able to show the closest form to our original strength, which is the human being today. However, it is now at least 20% lower than the strength of the dragon form. And it is the author of all this. β
"And the second characteristic of this sword spirit is its extremely terrifying learning ability. β
I laughed, even though it may have been my ancestor, but now its essence is long dead, and now it is nothing more than its sealed soul. Is there anything else this soul can learn?" "What if it's our ancestors? It's not just a waste without its own consciousness! What else can you say about it besides laughing?"
The old thing looked at me solemnly: "No, you are wrong. Its soul is its consciousness. So, it now understands exactly what we're talking about, and all of his abilities during his lifetime have disappeared with the demise of his body. But it has a talent for learning just like you. Same with you. β
I was stunned for a moment, looked carefully at the sword spirit in front of me but didn't make any movement, and asked, "What do you mean by this?"
"What I mean by that is, what you're good at, it's learned. And, do you know why it just stands in front of you without any movement? You might think I'm manipulating it, but no. The moment it came out, all of its actions were entirely self-inflicted, except for waiting until its time limit was up and it automatically returned to the knife. But this is also a new discovery for me, and what I didn't expect was that you were actually a direct descendant of it. β
What does this old thing mean? It means that the blood flowing in my body comes from this thing called the sword spirit in front of me? This is a big joke!
It's not so much that this thing is called a sword spirit, a member of our ancestors, but that this thing is just an ordinary human shadow. Why does this old thing say I'm a direct descendant of it? Fuck it! I'm furious, completely ignoring the fact that my injuries have not yet recovered, and that my dragon form will be greatly reduced under the suppression of this sword spirit, but my current recovery speed is far less than that of my dragon form. And what this old thing doesn't know is that I can only use my other abilities in the form of a dragon, so as to have a good fight with the sword spirit in front of me, which is said to be my direct ancestor!
"Kid, what are you doing here?" the old man looked at me eagerly, and said to me, "Don't you know that you can't survive a few minutes under its hands in your current form! I don't want to kill you, so you'd better be obediently bound?"
No, never! I can't make this old thing look down on me, and even if I end up being killed, I'm going to die in my original form, and I'd rather die than become the human that disgusts me!
Dragon's breath, yes, dragon's breath. No matter what time it is, dragon breath is the biggest reliance of our dragons. Even if I become in human form, I can spit out dragon breath, but the power and quantity are greatly reduced compared to when I was in dragon form, and even if I am suppressed now, it will be much more powerful than the dragon breath I spit out when I was in human form! I took a deep breath looking at the sword spirit in front of me who still didn't move. Then, I clearly felt that air gradually transform into a kind of energy in my body that was enough to destroy the world, and then, with a roar, I spit out all the dragon breath in my body towards the sword spirit!
I can't let anyone look down on me! Even if this sword spirit is really my direct ancestor as the old thing said, I won't allow this thing to look at me like this! What is this thing! It has no eyes, but it makes me feel its deep contempt for me, I bah!
1st, 2nd, 3rd regimentγγγγγγ When I finally finished spitting out the dragon's breath, I was surprised. Because, this is a full thirteen regiments of dragon breath, which is a strength that I have never shown before. Moreover, these thirteen dragons did not attack the sword spirit as soon as I spit it out, but slowly gathered together in mid-air, and then formed a large black flame. They're actually getting together?
But now I don't have time to be surprised by my own strength, this huge dragon breath formed a huge pitch-black fireball in midair, and then attacked the sword spirit that was coldly looking at me to the side with lightning speed. And the sword spirit, until the black fireball hit its body, didn't move a single step the whole time, but looked at me with that unbelievable expression.
I grinned. It is true that the current dragon form will inevitably reduce my strength due to the existence of the sword spirit, but these clouds of dragon breath are spit out by exerting my greatest ability, and the power is not much lower than before, even if it is reduced. But the sword spirit just stood there like a fool. There are only two types of people who do not move in the face of an attack that threatens their lives. One is a complete fool, and I think this sword spirit is such a member. Does it think that this attack containing my greatest energy is still a small fireball that I spit out casually in order to contain it like before? And this second type is that it is extremely confident in its own abilities, so confident that it feels that no attack can hurt it in the slightest. If it is such a sword spirit, then it will regret this wrong decision of its own.
I watched with joy as the dragon's breath slammed into the sword spirit's body like a tsunami, and then laughed, "This stupid man is my ancestor? Haha, dead, right?"
"Son, take a good look. β
What do you mean? I opened my eyes wide and found something I had never seen before in my life. That's right, the fireball did smash all the way down on that sword spirit. But it didn't seem to have been hurt in the slightest! Indeed, even its expression had not changed as before, let alone its posture!
What the hell is going on!
I want to run away, I really want to get out of here. Once again, I found that there were many existences in this world that I had never seen before, and there would only be more and more strong people, and it had only been a long time before I met two existences that were strong enough to crush me. But how exactly am I going to get out of here now?
"Don't think about running away. As if seeing through my intentions, the old thing said to me, "There's no way you can get out of here." You only have two paths to take, be bound or die. β