Suddenly, a mass of black light surged from the Spined Iron-Armored Dragon's body. At the same time, the earthen-yellow glow beneath its feet dimmed.
"That actually weakened my Gravity Spell? Fine, Wind Binding!"
Lin Feng waved his hand again, and a pale green light wrapped itself around the Spined Iron-Armored Dragon.
"Heh, I'll play you to death. You may be freakishly fast, but I'll make sure you can't use that speed." Lin Feng let out a sly chuckle and rained Earth Element and Wind Element spells of every level down on the Spined Iron-Armored Dragon as if they cost him nothing.
Beibei watched Lin Feng bombard the Spined Iron-Armored Dragon, his little face full of bewilderment. He couldn't understand why Lin Feng was casting all those low-level spells. Earth Spikes and Wind Blades couldn't pierce the dragon's thick armor, and couldn't even distract it. Though these spells didn't take much magic power, there was no need to waste it like this!
Lin Feng was treating the Spined Iron-Armored Dragon entirely as a target for magical practice, using it to improve his spell proficiency.
Whenever the Spined Iron-Armored Dragon tried to leap, Lin Feng would promptly hit it with a combination of Gravity Spell and Wind Binding. Every so often, he also threw in a ninth-level Wind Element spell, Vacuum Binding Technique.
The Spined Iron-Armored Dragon felt terribly stifled under Lin Feng's relentless attacks, but it could do little about it. Though it was a Darkness Element beast, it wasn't skilled in magic. Its powerful tail and the spikes on its back, both suited for close combat, were completely useless here.
Even so, the Spined Iron-Armored Dragon, famed as the strongest dragon of its level, was no paper tiger.
"Roar!"
With a thunderous roar, the Spined Iron-Armored Dragon finally erupted. Its steel-whip tail slammed hard into the ground, and its four sturdy legs stamped down. It broke free of Lin Feng's Gravity Spell and Wind Binding, then charged straight at him with its hill-sized body.
Seeing this, Lin Feng calmly cast Flight Technique and rose into the air.
"Boom!"
The stone wall behind Lin Feng was smashed open by the Spined Iron-Armored Dragon.
Staring at the hole, a meter across, Lin Feng felt a shiver of fear. If he hadn't dodged, he'd probably have been flattened!
The cavern was ten meters from floor to ceiling. Though the Spined Iron-Armored Dragon could leap astonishingly high, it still couldn't reach Lin Feng hovering near the ceiling. Lin Feng, however, could attack it with magic.
The Spined Iron-Armored Dragon was renowned for its iron-hard defenses, but even it couldn't withstand an endless barrage of spells. As time passed, blood began to seep from its body.
Seeing the blood, Lin Feng lamented the waste, but he still didn't dare approach to collect it.
Gradually, Lin Feng felt his magic power nearing depletion, so he finally stopped. Even a ninth-level Magus had abundant magic power, but not enough to withstand casting spells nonstop.
"Mr. Spined Iron-Armored Dragon, that's enough for today. We'll fight again tomorrow." Lin Feng called down to it, then sat cross-legged in midair. As he slowly recovered his magic power, he thought over the flash of insight that had just crossed his mind.
As Lin Feng entered meditation, the scene of the Spined Iron-Armored Dragon's tail whipping toward him replayed over and over in his mind.
"The Spined Iron-Armored Dragon's tail is incredibly fast—too fast for me to dodge. But I can see its path, as though it's swinging toward me in slow motion. Why is that? It's fast, yet seems slow: too fast to evade, but slow enough for its opponent to see its trajectory. It's truly strange."
Lin Feng, deep in meditation, didn't notice that as he repeatedly pondered the question of "fast" and "slow," rings of pale green light flickered around his head, making it look hazy and unreal.
The Spined Iron-Armored Dragon was also resting with its eyes closed and didn't notice. Only Beibei watched the strange sight curiously, as if deep in thought.
"Haha! The extreme of speed gives rise to slowness, and the extreme of slowness gives rise to speed. So that's it, that's it!"
His laughter rang out abruptly in the cavern. At the same time, Lin Feng felt himself enter a profound and mysterious state. It was as if his soul had grown stronger, leaving him refreshed, yet this feeling was different from when a mage or warrior advanced.
"Is this what it feels like to enter the Saint Realm?" Lin Feng casually swung his fist. Though it seemed to move slowly, it left a trail of afterimages, and even the space around it seemed to ripple faintly.
"The Saint Realm really is incredible," Lin Feng marveled.
"Boss, did you break through?" Beibei darted onto Lin Feng's shoulder and asked through Soul Transmission.
"That's right. I just entered the Saint Realm."
Even Lin Feng could hardly believe it. He hadn't expected that observing the Spined Iron-Armored Dragon's tail attack would accidentally lead him to comprehend the two Mysteries of Wind, "fast" and "slow." Of course, he had only just begun to grasp them; fully comprehending them wouldn't be easy.
"Boss, seriously? You only reached ninth-level Magus less than half a year ago, and now you've made it all the way to the Saint Realm? That's ridiculous!" Beibei had followed Lin Feng all along and had grown used to his almost monstrous cultivation speed, but Lin Feng's rapid advance into the Saint Realm still shocked him.
"Roar!"
A sudden roar interrupted Lin Feng and Beibei's Soul Transmission. Lin Feng looked down at the Spined Iron-Armored Dragon and saw its dark golden eyes fixed warily on him, with what seemed to be fear in them.
The Spined Iron-Armored Dragon was, after all, a peak ninth-level powerhouse, infinitely close to the Saint Realm. It sensed a faint aura of danger from Lin Feng and understood that this human had entered the Saint Realm—the realm it had always wanted to reach but never could.
Though the Saint Realm was only one level above the ninth level, the gap between them was beyond measure.
"Mr. Spined Iron-Armored Dragon, I'm sorry, but I need to borrow some of your Dragonblood. If you give me a big bucket, I'll spare your life. If you refuse, I'll have to take it by force."
Lin Feng descended from the air and smiled at the wary Spined Iron-Armored Dragon.
To be honest, Lin Feng liked the Spined Iron-Armored Dragon and didn't really want to kill it. Without its help, he could never have so quickly grasped the "fast" and "slow" Mysteries of the Laws of Wind and entered the Saint Realm.
But Lin Feng's purpose in coming here was to obtain the Spined Iron-Armored Dragon's Dragonblood and awaken the Dragonblood Warrior bloodline within him. He had to get it. So if the dragon willingly gave up some blood, Lin Feng intended to spare its life.
But Lin Feng's hopes were doomed to fail. Dragons were proud and arrogant, and the Spined Iron-Armored Dragon, one of the finest among them, was even more so. It would never trade the shame of offering its blood for its life.
"Roar!"
The Spined Iron-Armored Dragon answered Lin Feng with a deafening roar, then charged at him with its three-meter-tall body.
Though Lin Feng had entered the Saint Realm, his physical strength was still far inferior to the Spined Iron-Armored Dragon's, and he didn't dare meet it head-on.
Lin Feng swept his right hand outward. A surging mass of pale green Wind Element gathered around him, then turned into a stream of green light that wrapped around the charging Spined Iron-Armored Dragon.
Wind Element spell: Wind Entanglement.
The Saint Realm version of Wind Entanglement was far more powerful than its ninth-level counterpart.
The enraged Spined Iron-Armored Dragon felt immense spatial pressure pressing in from every direction. It could barely lift a claw, let alone keep attacking Lin Feng. But even so, the proud dragon refused to submit to Lin Feng's "might." Its dark golden eyes glared fixedly at him, murder swirling within them. If looks could kill, Lin Feng reckoned he'd have been killed a hundred times over.
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