Arriving before the Scarlet Flood Dragon, Feng Qi raised his fist and slammed it fiercely into its massive head.
Crack!
A crisp sound of breaking bones rang out.
The blow failed to even break the Scarlet Flood Dragon's scales. Instead, Feng Qi's hand bones snapped in response.
Seeing Feng Qi injured, Little Suction Cup, who was still standing atop the Scarlet Flood Dragon's head, suddenly swung down her fist.
Thud!
The punch was immensely powerful. Under Little Suction Cup's violent pounding, the already dying Scarlet Flood Dragon let out a weak mournful cry, utterly unable to resist.
Just as Little Suction Cup was about to throw a second punch, Feng Qi hurriedly stopped her.
"Little Suction Cup, come back!"
Hearing his call, Little Suction Cup slowly lowered her raised fist, a thoughtful expression appearing on her face.
I was supposed to follow the spellcaster path, which could also be called the Grand Magus path.
With a wave of my hand, I could summon wind and rain, move mountains and fill seas, and command Natural Power such as wind, fire, thunder, and lightning.
Even if an enemy stood a thousand miles away, I could draw upon the world's spiritual energy to gather divine lightning and destroy them with a casual wave.
But by now, he had broken down all abilities of the spellcasting type and turned them into nourishment for the growth of abilities such as Blood Source Form.
The only abilities left were close-combat Talent Abilities and passive abilities that could amplify close combat.
Little Suction Cup had truly talked him into becoming a muscle-bound berserker.
Yet after experiencing it firsthand, he had also felt the passion that only fist-to-flesh combat could bring. The clash of power, the contest of battle techniques... every battle tempered his will.
The last traces