Stepping into the Saint Realm

Suddenly, a massive amount of black light erupted from the body of the Spined Iron-Armored Dragon, and at the same time, the earthy-yellow glow beneath its feet dimmed significantly.

"You actually weakened my Gravity Spell? Fine, Wind Binding!"

Lin Feng waved his hand again, and a pale cyan light coiled directly toward the Spined Iron-Armored Dragon.

"Hehe, I'm going to toy with you to death. You might have freakish speed, but I'm going to make sure you can't use it." Lin Feng chuckled maliciously, hurling Earth-style and Wind-style spells of various levels at the Spined Iron-Armored Dragon as if they cost nothing.

Beibei, watching from the side as Lin Feng bombarded the Spined Iron-Armored Dragon, had a look of utter bewilderment on his small face. He couldn't fathom why Lin Feng was wasting those low-level spells; Earth Spike, Wind Blade, and the like couldn't even penetrate the dragon's thick scales, let alone interfere with it. Even though these low-level spells didn't consume much magic power, there was no need to be so wasteful!

Lin Feng was treating the Spined Iron-Armored Dragon entirely as a target for his 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, occasionally throwing in a ninth-rank Wind-style Vacuum Binding Technique for good measure.

Being suppressed and beaten like this, the Spined Iron-Armored Dragon felt incredibly stifled, yet it was utterly helpless. Although it was a Dark-style Magic Beast, it was not proficient in magic. Being a creature that excelled in melee combat, its tail and the spikes on its back were completely useless in this situation.

Even so, the Spined Iron-Armored Dragon, known as the strongest among dragons of the same rank, was no mere paper tiger.

"ROAR!"

With a heaven-shaking roar, the Spined Iron-Armored Dragon finally erupted. Its steel-whip-like tail lashed fiercely against the ground, and its four sturdy dragon feet stomped down, actually breaking free from the Gravity Spell and Wind Binding Lin Feng had cast. Its hill-like body charged straight toward Lin Feng.

Seeing this, Lin Feng calmly cast Flight Technique, his body soaring directly into the air.

"BOOM!"

The stone wall behind where Lin Feng had just been standing was smashed into a large hole by the Spined Iron-Armored Dragon.

Looking at the meter-wide opening, Lin Feng felt a lingering fear; if he hadn't dodged in time, he probably would have been flattened into a photograph!

The cavern was ten meters from floor to ceiling. Although the Spined Iron-Armored Dragon had astonishing jumping power, it couldn't reach Lin Feng, who was hovering near the ceiling. Lin Feng, however, could continue to strike the dragon with magic.

Although the Spined Iron-Armored Dragon was famous for its iron-clad defense, it couldn't withstand continuous magical bombardment. As time passed, blood began to seep faintly from its body.

Watching the blood seep out, Lin Feng sighed in regret. Despite the pity, he didn't dare get close enough to collect it.

Gradually, Lin Feng felt his magic power trending toward exhaustion and stopped his assault. Even the magic power of a ninth-rank Magus, while vast, could not sustain such a continuous barrage of spells.

"Mr. Spined Iron-Armored Dragon, let's call it a day for now. We shall fight again tomorrow." Lin Feng shouted to the dragon, then sat cross-legged in mid-air, slowly recovering his magic power while pondering the flash of inspiration he had just experienced.

As Lin Feng entered meditation, the scene of the Spined Iron-Armored Dragon's tail lashing out began to flash and fade in his mind.

"The speed of the Spined Iron-Armored Dragon's tail was extremely fast—so fast that my body couldn't dodge it—yet I could see its trajectory clearly, as if it were moving slowly. Why is that? It was fast yet appeared slow; fast enough that the opponent couldn't dodge, yet slow enough that the opponent could see its path. It is truly bizarre."

What the meditating Lin Feng didn't notice was that as he repeatedly deduced and pondered the concepts of "fast" and "slow," circles of pale cyan light flickered around his head, making it appear somewhat hazy and illusory, indistinct to the eye.

At this moment, the Spined Iron-Armored Dragon was also closing its eyes to recover its strength and did not notice this scene. Only Beibei watched this strange phenomenon with curiosity, lost in thought.

"Haha, extreme speed gives birth to slowness, extreme slowness gives birth to speed! So that's it, so that's it!"

Laughter erupted abruptly in the cavern. At the same time, Lin Feng felt himself step into a profound and mysterious realm. It felt as if his soul had been strengthened, leaving him feeling refreshed, yet this sensation was different from the usual feeling of advancing as a Magus or a warrior.

"Is this the feeling of stepping into the Saint Realm?" Lin Feng casually swung his fist; it looked slow, yet it left behind a series of afterimages, and it seemed as if even the space itself rippled slightly.

"The realm of the Saint Realm is truly incredible," Lin Feng marveled.

"Boss, did you break through?" Beibei flashed onto Lin Feng's shoulder and asked via soul transmission.

"Yes, that's right. Just now, I stepped into the Saint Realm."

Truth be told, even Lin Feng found it hard to believe. He hadn't expected that by observing the Spined Iron-Armored Dragon's tail attack, he would accidentally comprehend the two profound mysteries of "fast" and "slow" within the Laws of Wind. Of course, Lin Feng was only just beginning to grasp these two mysteries; achieving mastery would not be so easy.

"Boss, are you for real? You only reached the ninth-rank Magus level less than half a year ago, and now you've jumped straight to the Saint Realm? That's too exaggerated!" Although Beibei had been following Lin Feng and was already numb to his monstrous cultivation speed, he was still shocked by how quickly Lin Feng had entered the Saint Realm.

"ROAR!"

The sudden roar interrupted the soul communication between Lin Feng and Beibei. Lin Feng looked down at the Spined Iron-Armored Dragon below and saw those dark golden eyes staring at him vigilantly, with what seemed to be fear in them.

The Spined Iron-Armored Dragon was, after all, a peak ninth-rank powerhouse, infinitely close to the Saint Realm. The faint aura of danger it sensed from Lin Feng made it understand that this human had stepped into the "Saint Realm" that it had always wanted to enter but never could.

Although there was only a one-rank difference between the Saint Realm and a ninth-rank powerhouse, the gap between them was immeasurable.

"Mr. Spined Iron-Armored Dragon, I am very sorry, but I must borrow some of your dragon blood. If you can give me a large bucket, I will spare your life. But if you are unwilling, I will have no choice but to take it by force."

Lin Feng descended from the air, smiling as he looked at the wary Spined Iron-Armored Dragon.

To be honest, Lin Feng had a good impression of this Spined Iron-Armored Dragon and didn't really want to take its life. If not for it, Lin Feng wouldn't have been able to comprehend the "fast" and "slow" mysteries of the Laws of Wind so quickly and step into the Saint Realm.

However, the purpose of Lin Feng's trip was to obtain the dragon blood to trigger the Dragonblood Warrior bloodline within him, and it was something he had to do. Therefore, if the Spined Iron-Armored Dragon were willing to donate its blood, Lin Feng was prepared to spare it.

But Lin Feng's wish was destined to go unfulfilled. The dragon race was extremely arrogant and conceited, and the Spined Iron-Armored Dragon, as a standout among them, was the most conceited of all. It would never commit such a shameful act as offering its own blood in exchange for its life.

"ROAR!"

The answer to Lin Feng was a heaven-shaking roar, and the Spined Iron-Armored Dragon's three-meter-tall body lunged toward Lin Feng along with the sound.

Although he had stepped into the Saint Realm, Lin Feng's physical strength was still far inferior to that of the Spined Iron-Armored Dragon, and he dared not clash with it head-on.

Lin Feng waved his right hand, and surging pale cyan Wind-style elements rapidly gathered around him, then transformed into a cyan stream of light that coiled toward the lunging Spined Iron-Armored Dragon.

Wind-style spell: Wind Entanglement.

The Saint Realm-level Wind Entanglement was far more powerful than the ninth-rank version.

The enraged Spined Iron-Armored Dragon felt immense spatial pressure surrounding it, making it difficult even to lift a claw, let alone continue its attack on Lin Feng. Even so, the proud Spined Iron-Armored Dragon refused to yield to Lin Feng's "might," its dark golden eyes staring fixedly at him, filled with surging killing intent. If looks could kill, Lin Feng would have been killed a hundred times over.