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Using their bodies as weapons had always been the specialty of dragons!
Yet neither Rebecca nor Ash thought that turning one's body into a rapidly spinning drill for an attack could possibly be Lancelot's fighting style.
No, it should be said that no dragon would ever want to do something like that!
It was no longer simply a matter of whether they wanted to do it, but whether they could do it at all.
Even if it looked incredibly impressive, there was one fundamental difficulty. Leaving aside how the dragon itself felt while spinning at that frequency, could its rider still remain securely mounted on its back under those circumstances?...
The answer was naturally no!
Yet Wu Yan, who remained steadily seated on Lancelot's back without changing expression, told Rebecca and Ash that he had done it!
This could no longer be described as merely "amazing dragon-riding skill." Only "terrifying dragon-riding skill" could convey what Rebecca and Ash were feeling at that moment.
If Rebecca and Ash, who were only watching from the side, were already so stunned, then Sylvia, who was riding atop Lancelot, needed no mention.
Her head was still reeling from the high-speed rotation just now, and waves of nausea kept rising within her. Sylvia forced down the urge to vomit, her heart completely engulfed by disbelief.
Was this true strength?...
Was this the level Lancelot could attain?...
Was this the miracle a rider could accomplish?...
Was this her own inadequacy?...
So, with an outstanding rider, Lancelot's power could become this immense...
One thought after another surfaced in her heart, burying Sylvia's fear of the Corpse Ash Dragon. Only now did Sylvia