Chapter 82.2
Why Couldn't He Behave as a Collection and be Taken Away by Him? (2)
In the wilderness.
The blood beneath the shattered corpse had been burned dry, black, scorched, and stuck to the ground.
Wildfires blazed in all directions in the wilderness.
The air temperature had become unbearable for humans and fluctuating lines could be vaguely seen.
The traces of destruction created by magic power were deeply burned in the plains.
Claw marks and sword marks were messily interlaced. Some may even be several meters deep like an ugly scar extending across.
Shi An flew in the air.
He lowered his eyes and gazed uncomprehendingly at the silver-glittering humans not far away.
To not destroy his belongings' integrity, he subconsciously did not wholly hit with deadly force. However, in Shi An's vague and chaotic memory, human beings who could last so long under his dragon flame...
It seemed that there was none.
What is this human all about?
A sense of anxiety rose involuntarily in Shi An's heart.
Why couldn't he behave as a collection and be taken away by him?
Why did he have to resist?
Obviously...
Obviously...
The dragon was somewhat confused.
Somehow, he always had a strange illusion as if the other party was supposed to give him what he wanted.
Below, Mu Heng stood on the scorched earth with his longsword in hand.
His pitch-black jacket has been torn into tatters in the battle, vaguely revealing the taut pale muscles beneath it.
The man's expression remained stoic and indifferent.
Between the half-broken combat gloves, his slender fingertips held the hilt of his sword smoothly, scarlet blood flowing down the tips of his fingers, dripping along the cold, snowy edge of the longsword.
That was his blood.
Mu Heng raised his eyes toward the giant dragon not far away.
This was the first time.
He was wounded in the battle, but the other side remained unharmed.
-However, this situation would not last long.
Mu Heng's gaze was frenzied, his battle intent blazing.
He could feel that the other party was slowly losing patience, gradually becoming careless and irritable.
It was almost time.
The time has come.
***
Zhuo Fu walked around the laboratory.
He gazed at the longsword on the table in front of him, his impatience overflowing.
He knew that Mu Heng had gone to deal with the Ability Academy this time, which was supposed to have nothing to do with the dragon, but...
Shortly after the other party left, the longsword that Mu Heng had brought with him began to radiate strange magical fluctuations outward.
This could only mean one thing: the dragon was also involved.
The sword had also appeared like this when Mu Heng set out for the Aiwen District.
In theory, Zhuo Fu shouldn't be so worried.
But...
Zhuo Fu took a deep breath and lowered his eyes to look at the long sword in front of him.
The cold, dazzling blade trembled, emitting a pleasant buzzing sound as if resonating with some alien presence and seemingly impatient to deliver some message to the outside.
The original glass shield that covered the surrounding area had been torn apart by the sword light and even Zhuo Fu did not dare to come forward at this time.
The sword's reaction had never been so intense.
It was almost as if... the long sword was in anticipation, eager, and worried.
As if this battle could not do without it.
Gazing at the longsword in front of him, Zhuo Fu had a sense of foreboding floating in his heart.
He took a deep breath and raised his hand to wipe his face.
I hope... my premonition doesn't come true.
***
The dragon swooped down, searing fire spewing from its mouth, almost turning the entire wasteland into a sea of fire.
Violent, irritable, impatient.
This time, Mu Heng raised his eyes and madness and obsession flashed in the bottom of his eyes.
The instinct to fight drummed in the depths of his soul.
Silently telling him: Now is the time.
The next second, he stopped dodging and went straight for the tip of his opponent's claw-
The sharp claws cut through the clothes and tore through the skin, spurting out fiery blood.
He could have ripped the human's arm off if he had exerted one more push.
Sizzling blood landed on the tip of the dragon's claws and the surprisingly high temperature scalded him for a moment.
... ah.
Unexpectedly, Shi An hesitated for a moment.
The other side was extremely keen to catch this opportunity.
The man's figure seemed like a sharp blade.
He passed through the gap between the dragon's claws, like an arrow leaving the string, directly, precisely, ruthlessly rushing toward the other party's heart.
The cold murderous aura was released unrestrainedly and the bloody hostility brewed from the murderous intent reached first.
Magical power condensed into a long sword flashing cold light, cutting straight into the gap between the dragon's chest-scale armor.
The tip of the sword did not enter.
Nevertheless, it could not advance an inch.
"Crack-!"
A clear cracking sound rang out from the longsword in his hand.
Mu Heng's face showed a hint of astonishment for the first time.
This sword blade was a weapon that he had condensed with his magical power and could easily cut through any existence, no matter how hard it was.
And this situation before him... had never happened before.
The dragon regained its senses.
With an angry roar, it flung the human before it, striking him in the chest with blunt force.
The man was knocked out of the way and smashed his back against the rugged rocks of the mountain.
The rocks all rumbled under this violent impact. Spider web-like lines spread rapidly from behind the human.
Mu Heng covered his stomach with one hand and slowly slid down the stone wall.
His breathing was disordered and he gritted his teeth tightly, but a trickle of scarlet blood still spilled from his lips, sliding down his chin and dripping down his feet.
His dark blue eyes reflected the gradually enlarged figure of the dragon.
Mu Heng stared at it intensely as if to burn the beautiful and powerful creature in front of him forever in the bottom of his eyes.
Devoured by the flames, what an excellent way to die.
He laughed briefly and delightfully.
It's such a pity...
A young man's face passed through his mind, quickly taking over his thoughts.
Mu Heng closed his eyes.
I can't see him anymore.
However, a slender tail that shone with a silver-white sheen reached out amidst the fierce winds flapped by the wings.
"...!" Mu Heng opened his eyes in astonishment.
He looked down, only to see the giant dragon firmly curling its tail around his waist.
This...
Mu Heng was stunned.
He heard the dragon let out a long roar.
Tilting its head up, it lightly unfolded its wings and took off with its trophy in the sea of wind, disappearing into the vast night.