Stom, slash!

With his hands clenched at his knife, Mercer's body jerked forward, striking in a simple and brutal but extremely effective manner, and he had even transformed his hands into powerful muscles due to the blinding flames around him.

The sharp edge of the blade was pushed by the tremendous force exerted on the hilt, and a sharp sound of breaking wind whistled and stirred up a circle of violent air currents. Even the high-temperature flames that could devour bullets could only obediently retreat under this slash, giving way to Constantine's fiery crimson chest unreservedly exposed under the blade.

Konstantin's eyes were golden, and after feeling the danger to his life, the danger level of the flame rose several levels, and even sent out multiple continuous explosions, overlapping together to produce the same not weak force, trying to block the fierce cold front.

Unfortunately, the cross-section of the blade is too small, and no matter how large the explosion is, it is difficult to have any blocking effect.

"Whew-"

As if the sound of a hot knife cutting through butter, the black tip of the knife penetrated deep into Konstantin's chest little by little, the epidermis, muscles, tendons, bones...... The hideous wound, about an inch deep and half a foot long, was cut out by this knife. If you look closely, you can see that the unusually strong organs inside are pulsating along the blood flow.

The dark black dragon's blood splattered straight onto Mercer's body like some kind of hoodoo, and the extreme heat contained in it almost ignited the clothes he had changed out of disguise, and the purity of the blood of the top dragons was a kind of devastating erosion of genes.

Feeling the strange excitement and uncontrolled confrontation of the black light virus in his body, Mercer had to roll backwards quickly to distance himself.

With their own condition not sorted out, the battle is too dangerous.

"Roar—"

The deep wound added to the fire of Constantine, who was already in a rage, and the range of the Spirit of Words and Flame was further expanded, and it took another step towards the Spirit of Words and Candles under its increasingly manic and collapsed spirit. Almost within ten meters of its circumference, it turned into a sea of flames, and even the soil with organic matter was charred and charred, and it was completely forbidden for life.

Not only that, but the flames were even more overwhelming in the direction of Mercer, with the power to push him flat and kill him in one breath.

Fortunately, the space on the lawn was wide enough, and after a rush of running, Mercer was able to avoid the dangerous wall of fire.

Outside the lawn, groups of students with guns were stunned by the fierce battle at this time, they never thought that there would be a Cheng Dù who could be so powerful that it almost destroyed the world-compared to the Jun Yan of Chu Zihang, who they thought was already very great, was only a few sparks - and they never imagined that anyone would be able to compete with the Dragon King like this.

But they could only watch very weakly, and could not help at all.

The light of the fire was so dazzling that he couldn't judge Konstantin's position at all, and his eyes weren't as keen as they had been at the beginning - similar to the principle of snow blindness, now he felt red flames and explosive flashes everywhere after looking at it for a long time, and there was no need to mention any dodge. So Mercer simply closed his eyes and used pulse perception to sense the battle.

From this God's point of view, the battle is incredibly easy: jumping, rolling, sprinting, bursting with words. The wavelength bands emitted by pulse sensing will take on different shapes under the influence of the flames, and it is Konstantin's position that hits the entity and reflects back.

However, this is not the biggest discovery.

The corners of Mercer's mouth curled into a chuckle, and she slowly shifted her position as she leaned back and took a backhand somersault. His green hair was somewhat burned and curly, and his smooth, well-ironed purple suit was wrinkled, but anyone who watched him fight would think it was just an elegant ballroom dance.

Without him, just because he is too calm.

……

"This ...... Here's how to get there! It's incredible! ”

The Night's Watchman's eyes widened, and he almost jumped up from the couch, looking as if he was eager to rush out immediately to verify the authenticity of what had just happened—a mere B-rank top and at most A-rank edge half-breed who had slashed a dragon king head-on without a massive lethal word?

If someone had told him that before this evening, I was afraid he would have taken it as a funny joke.

High-level dragons have a deterrent effect similar to dragon power for low-level hybrids, and this effect cannot be changed in the bloodline, so it leads many hybrids to have nine out of ten combat power when facing high-level bloodline dragons, and they can't even raise the courage to fight.

The Night's Watch remembered how he used to feel when he was young with dragons, and the intimidation seemed to stop his heart beating.

It's a pity that the facts in front of him made him, who claimed to be a young genius, scratch his gray hair, and this funny joke turned into a completely unfunny fact in front of his eyes.

"It's really ......"

Ange found it a little difficult to pronounce, and he looked at the figure on the lawn with a long knife in his hand, fighting with the dragon king, and his eyes turned to a fiery golden color.

Manor, Night, Long Knife, Dragon King...... Menek.

Blood-red memories churned and roared in the old man's heart, and the most vicious hiss of the hovering serpent of hatred. That night a hundred years ago seemed to be happening again before his eyes, only in a new venue and with a new cast.

No, this time is different.

Ange stroked the intricate bronze pattern on the folding knife, although this was not an alchemy weapon with superb casting technology, nor could it have the function of stimulating the alchemy field like some famous knives, but in order to turn the broken head of his old friend into a top-notch weapon, he almost used the best technique he could use.

With the powerful financial power of the Kassel Academy and the Board of Trustees, this folding knife with extreme toughness, strength, and poison against dragons has been released.

As his spirit stirred, the high-level speech spirit Time Zero was subconsciously released, and the surprised expressions of the night watchmen around him, the rising heat in the teacup, and the dazzling disillusionment of the fire on the lawn...... All slowed down exponentially in his eyes. Things are covered with a faint layer of gold, and the silence is empty.

For many years, he had not used all his strength, and there was no time when he needed to use all his strength. The long time that had consumed the life and vitality of others was just another weapon to him - and now, at last, it was time for this weapon to show its power.

"Almost, it's time for me to play, right?"

(l~1`x*>+``+