Figures flickered, light flowed, swords tore through the air with ringing cries, flesh split with dull thuds, and the dragon's roars merged into one tumult.
A great pool of blood already spread across the ground. Beneath Clito and Asna's combined assault, the dark-red dragon was covered in wounds, its injuries visibly worsening by the moment.
Yet its presence had not weakened in the slightest. On the contrary, it was steadily growing stronger.
It was utterly unreasonable, yet it was happening right before their eyes. Both Clito and Asna secretly raised their guard, exercising the utmost caution and daring not to let up in the least.
Battles between Legends were somewhat unusual. If both sides were merely sparring amicably, they might fight for days and nights without a victor. But if they fought without regard for their lives, throwing everything into a desperate struggle, the outcome was often decided in just a few exchanges—or rather, life and death was decided.
This dragon had appeared under strange circumstances. Though it had not displayed any particularly special abilities thus far, the fact that its presence only grew stronger after taking damage and being wounded was enough to make anyone wary and afraid.
The two instinctively moved closer, ensuring that they could protect each other at a critical moment, before launching another fierce offensive.
The blades swept like wind, the sword-light flashed like lightning. In merely a second or two, several more wounds appeared on the dragon's body, and more blood poured forth.
The dragon roared furiously. Its throat injury made its voice somewhat hoarse, yet there was no panic in that hoarseness. Its fighting spirit still blazed high, like a fierce warrior who had suffered only a few minor cuts.
But its wounds were absolutely not minor. At least two or three of