"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom..."
The ground shook violently. Rusorla had already assumed his dragon form, firing streams of highly condensed fire meteors at the star-speckled armored figure ahead. Continuous explosions rang out, accompanied by the Red Dragon's hysterical roar. "I don't believe it!"
The bombardment drew closer and closer, its rhythm growing ever more rapid, indicating that the target was advancing step by step through the fire meteors.
"Bang!" A fire meteor at point-blank range was shattered into countless sparks and vanished. A fist gleaming with starlight appeared before Rusorla.
That fist instantly enlarged. A massive flaming "meteor" flew backward in the opposite direction—it was Rusorla's body.
The punch carried tremendous force. Though Rusorla had cast a shield in time, he was still sent flying. Chen Rui instantly appeared in midair. Before Rusorla could steady himself, Chen Rui kicked his enormous body high into the sky. Countless white spheres of light appeared in his hand and blasted into the air one after another like tracking missiles.
Dull explosions rang out without pause. Bursts of flame scattered into particles and dissipated. Only after a long while did the blinding white light fade, revealing Rusorla's body drifting down crookedly before landing on the ground.
Though he had used Featherfall to land safely, the Red Dragon looked utterly wretched. His protective magic had completely collapsed, and his battered body was covered in dents. His hard scales were either broken or peeled away, while drops of scorching blood fell to the ground, sending up wisps of green smoke.
That was only because a Dragon Race body was so powerful. Had it been a magic-type opponent, they would have long since been smashed to pieces.
"You've already lost," Chen Rui's voice rang out. "Surrender."
The victory condition of the contract they had established was