Dragon Power

Allen had so many titles, yet he was quite innocent.

The Kingdom of Locke's number one noble degenerate, good-for-nothing lord, idiotic noble, idiot baron, and so on.

It wasn't that he had truly brought ruin to the country and disaster to the people, or that he had oppressed the populace to the point of universal hatred. It was mainly because his starting point was too high, and everyone's expectations of him were also too high. As a result, reality had slapped everyone in the face, and since they couldn't accept it, they gave him so many nicknames.

Born into a top noble family, with exceptionally high affinity for magic elements, possessing a photographic memory since childhood, and learning most martial arts instantly – this setup was exactly like the protagonist in a knight's novel.

Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. Fate always loved to toy with people and played a not-so-funny joke.

Allen had a high affinity for magic elements, but after reciting the incantation, he couldn't release any magic.

He had a photographic memory since childhood, but that was with the premise that he would fall asleep after reading for a while and enter a meditative state.

He could learn most martial arts instantly, but even if you could perform a whole set of flashy moves, without the boost of Battle Qi, it was still just a show. It was fine for bullying ordinary people.

From being a favored child of the Overgod, Allen had become a jinx cursed by the gods.

If Allen had spent his entire life confined to the small Outpost County, or even within the territory of the Kingdom of Locke, perhaps relying on the prestige of his cheap father, he could have lived a happy and carefree life as a profligate noble until his death without any problems.

Unfortunately, Allen wanted to leave Outpost County, leave the Kingdom of Locke, and even leave the territory of human forces. In that case, his current situation was very awkward.

Dina was perhaps the best gift heaven had bestowed upon Allen. Because his ever-present personal maid could use the special ability of the Titan Bloodline to suppress Battle Qi, Barbarian Battle Rings, and Behemoth Battle Songs within a certain radius.

But Allen understood that on the Saint Cassis Continent, where war was the main theme, powerful strength was his greatest guarantee.

Unfortunately, magic was out of the question; even Old Laixi couldn't help him.

The path of Battle Qi was also completely out. Sakre wanted to teach Allen Golden Battle Qi, but Allen knew he couldn't cultivate Battle Qi.

Furious, Allen was listless even when practicing Enemy Capture Fist. Each punch and kick looked weak and soft.

Sakre, as a Count who had received noble education since childhood, felt great pity for Allen's current state. He was willing to act as a sparring partner, hoping to help Allen regain his spirit without activating his Battle Qi.

Allen accepted his kind offer and prepared to spar with him in close combat.

As a result, Sakre, who had originally planned to hold back, suffered terrible misfortune out of good intentions.

The situation at that moment was very bizarre. Sakre, who was very proud of himself, had a smug smile on his face. He covered his head with both hands, allowing Allen to punch him with all his might.

Allen had always disliked people who acted more pretentious than him. He gathered all his strength and slapped him across the face, using his palm, not his fist.

Then... then Sakre flew out, crashing into a weapon rack dozens of meters away.

The huge sound attracted the attention of everyone in the old castle, except for Dina and the old butler, as well as Old Zak and Big Babylon, two barbarians.

After repelling the wolf cavalry outside the east gate of Outpost County, Little Zack and nearly a hundred elite warriors from the Bloody Hoof Tribe had left. Old Zak and Big Babylon remained, preparing to accompany Allen and the others on their journey to the Great Wilderness soon to search for clues about Dina's birth mother. At that time, the two barbarians could also return to the Great Chieftain Tribe to report. Regardless, the person was brought back from the Holy See for you.

Everyone looked at each other in disbelief at Allen, who had sent Sakre flying with a slap.

Big Babylon: "This guy has so much strength."

Old Zak: "Comparable to being empowered by the Barbarian Battle Ring."

Old Laixi: "Demigod power!"

Dina: "Second Young Master is amazing."

Allen, with his upper body bare, noticed the golden dragon totem on his chest flash when he attacked. He shouted excitedly, "Dragon power, haha, Dragon power is upon me."

Allen, who now completely disregarded Sakre, beckoned Big Babylon with a finger.

Big Babylon, seeing an opportunity, took off his animal skin tunic and stepped forward to wrestle with Allen.

Among the tens of thousands of barbarians in the Great Wilderness, Big Babylon was known as the Barbarian Strongman. Both his physique and muscle density were a level higher than Allen's.

However, after they wrestled, Big Babylon exerted the strength he intended to use on his wedding night, yet he was still at a disadvantage everywhere.

Defeated, Big Babylon was replaced by Old Zak, the Chieftain of the Bloody Hoof Tribe.

Although Old Zak was over fifty years old, he was still a sharp blade. Before stepping onto the field, he activated the Bloodhoof Battle Ring, his muscles bulging by a third, and his eyes turned red like a maddened wild bull.

Allen won again. Although it was a difficult victory, he still managed to throw Old Zak away while retaining some strength.

Old Laixi looked at the excited Allen and poured cold water on him at an inopportune moment, saying doubtfully, "In the past three thousand years, all those who claimed to be blessed by Chaos and were extraordinary individuals were the Dark Demon God of the Green Demon Tribe, who specialized in mental attacks; the Hell Black Dragon Knight at the Sword Saint realm of Battle Qi; and the Lich King with an unfathomable level of magic cultivation. How did it all change with you?"

Allen was stunned.

Old Laixi was very confused: "Whether it's a blessing from the gods, or as you say, a curse from Chaos, it shouldn't create such a scene and grant you brute strength? Powerful mental attacks can affect the minds of many over a wide area, let alone the Sword Saint realm and magic cultivation. What's the use of your brute strength? Just to easily win the championship in gladiator matches?"

Sakre, with a swollen face, shouted gleefully, "Haha, maybe it's because Allen is a native of the continent, and those three people are outsiders from other worlds."

Old Laixi shook his head, completely unable to understand. This was too childish. Allen said he personally witnessed such a bizarre situation, that gods had appeared in some form, and then his strength increased?

Allen couldn't laugh anymore. He realized the old butler was right.

Dina, seeing that the Second Young Master was unhappy, comforted him, "Mages are all like that, hiding hundreds of yards away and ambushing people while being protected by a group of warriors. Second Young Master has brute strength and is incredibly brave."

Allen's eyes lit up, and he eagerly asked, "What's the casting range of a Magus?"

"Eight hundred yards! What's wrong?" Old Laixi asked, not understanding.

Allen walked to the weapon rack, picked up a knight's greatsword, and under everyone's puzzled gaze, shouted and threw the greatsword into the air.

The knight's greatsword, with a whistling sound, disappeared into the distance like a meteor in an instant. The gust of wind it created stung everyone's faces.

Allen asked proudly, "Is it eight hundred yards?"

Old Laixi's mouth hung open, speechless for a long time.

This is more than 800 yards for a Magus, isn't it? If we ignore precision, it could be two thousand yards. Whether a Saint-level Mage can even reach two thousand yards is debatable.

The two barbarians looked at each other. For the first time, they felt that the strength their barbarian heritage prided itself on wasn't something to boast about.

Sakre said unconvincingly, "What's the point? Not to mention a Mage's wide-area destructive power, without Battle Qi enhancement, ordinary weapons can't become divine weapons that can slice iron like mud."

Allen narrowed his eyes and asked, "What's the use of your Battle Qi reaching the third stage? It's still single-target, isn't it?"

Sakre drew his personal sword, gestured for Dina to move further away, then activated his Battle Qi. With a gentle swing of his sword, sword energy burst forth, and a log over twenty centimeters in diameter snapped in half as if it were butter.

Allen grunted, shoved Sakre aside with his shoulder, and bent down to pick up the seven-meter Dragon Spear.

Gripping it with both hands, Allen leaped into the air and smashed it down forcefully onto a pile of logs.

With a "boom," dozens of logs turned into tiny wood chips, the stone bricks on the ground shattered, and the area where the Dragon Spear hit was in disarray, leaving a shallow trench over thirty centimeters deep in the ground.

"Anything else to say?" Allen held the slightly bent Dragon Spear to his chest, his arms exerting force to straighten it.

Sakre looked at his own hands flickering with Battle Qi and suddenly felt that decades of Battle Qi training hadn't resulted in as much destructive power as a burst of brute strength.

If the two of them were on a battlefield engaged in large-scale combat, Sakre felt that even if he swung two broken swords all day, he wouldn't kill as many enemies as Allen would by wildly swinging the seven-meter Dragon Spear twice.

"Dragon Power! Hahaha!" Allen laughed wildly to the sky. "From now on, it's called Dragon Power."

Old Laixi's eyes twitched. He suddenly recalled that Allen had consumed an Evil Dragon Egg.

Outside Outpost County, at the Earth Dragon Legion's barracks, which had just been established outside the North Gate.

A Herald burst into Xiulunte's tent, a look of terror on his face.

Xiulunte glanced at him with displeasure.

"Reporting to the Legion Commander, your mount, the Earth Dragon, is injured."

"What happened?" Xiulunte shot to his feet.

The Herald explained with a bitter taste in his mouth, "The Earth Dragon was just feeding. Suddenly, a giant Knight's sword flew from the direction of Outpost County. It came from high above and directly struck the Earth Dragon's claw. Your, your Earth Dragon's entire right hind claw was severed."

Xiulunte: "..."