Unbelievable! The Saint Dragon's Demise

The Saint Dragon's Demise. If not for the pain in his abdomen and the weakening of his soul power, Rodriguez would have thought he had just hallucinated. What method had the other side used to make him fall for it?

Chen Rui lunged at him again. Ninety percent of Rodriguez's attention was fixed on that hand. Even if that strange red fruit appeared again, he was certain he would not make the same mistake twice.

Yet this time, his opponent did not repeat the same trick. The blade traced rippling waves like water, surging toward him. Rodriguez had experienced this marvelous sword technique of borrowing force to counter force more than once, and had already worked out a way to deal with it. His body turned incomparably soft, swaying with the force of the ripples. He neither hurried to defend nor attack, merely drifting with the current as he waited for an opening.

Chen Rui's sword intent suddenly changed. The ripples became roaring, turbulent waves. This was originally layered fist force, but after the tempering of this battle, he was already able to unleash it through his sword. Layer upon layer of Sword Qi came howling over like mountains toppling and seas overturning, utterly unlike the earlier soft murmurs.

Just as Rodriguez was about to evade, he suddenly saw Chen Rui throw something at him. The Saint Dragon, whose heart had remained taut, immediately suppressed his shapeshifting ability, lest he fall for the same trick again.

To the Saint Dragon's surprise, what his opponent had thrown was a wine bottle—an utterly ordinary bottle. Its stopper was open, and the fragrance of wine wafted out. There was neither poison nor any dangerous aura.

In the instant Rodriguez hesitated, a cup had appeared in Chen Rui's hand. The Saint Dragon instinctively caught