Black Death Dragon

But everyone's eyes still followed the figure that had already reached the edge of the training ground.

Gu Yue stepped forward.

She did not hesitate. She did not waver.

She simply walked in that direction.

Xie Xie and Tang Wulin stood where they were, watching her back.

Xie Xie opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end, he said nothing.

Tang Wulin lowered his lashes. A moment later, he raised his head, turned, and walked toward Class Five's formation.

The match was over.

The next Class Promotion Tournament would be tomorrow.

Only Gu Yue walked step by step toward the figure standing at the edge of the training ground.

The wind lifted her long hair.

Her steps did not stop.

Beneath spiraling black clouds that blotted out the sky, two colossal beings were locked in a brutal battle atop a mountain peak.

The black clouds rotated slowly around the summit like living creatures, forming a massive vortex. Not a trace of daylight could penetrate its center; only darkness itself surged and churned, like an abyss gazing down upon the world. Occasionally, dark violet lightning tore through the clouds, illuminating the twisted faces within—the creatures consumed by darkness, their lingering souls howling and struggling beneath the will of the Black Death Dragon, never to find release.

Atop the mountain peak stood the Black Death Dragon, proud and imposing.

It stood a full hundred meters tall, its entire body covered in pitch-black scales. Dark violet patterns flowed across every scale, flickering with its breath as though countless venomous snakes slithered beneath them. Its head was as savage as a demon dragon's, yet fiercer than any dragon kind—its horns twisted like thorns, curving downward and piercing its own flesh; there were no eyeballs in its sockets, only two masses of black flame; its enormous mouth hung slightly open, dark violet saliva dripping from between its interlocking fangs. Every drop that struck the ground corroded a bottomless hole into it.

Its claws hung at its sides, their tips flashing with an icy gleam. They were no ordinary dragon claws, but weapons capable of tearing space itself apart—every swing left long, narrow black rifts in the air, rifts that lingered like scars left upon the world itself.

The Black Death Dragon did not move.

It simply stood there, letting darkness surge around its body as two masses of black flame "watched" its opponent.

There was no anger in that gaze, no killing intent, not even the slightest emotion.

Only calm.

The calm of an abyss.

Because to it, the opponent before it—

Was merely a light that darkness was about to consume.

The Light Fighting Dragon Warrior stood at the other end of the mountain peak.

It was equally towering, its entire body covered in golden scales, every one of them burning—not with fire, but with light itself. That radiance was scorching and pure, like congealed essence of the sun, forcibly driving the surrounding darkness back three meters.

Its face resembled that of a human, yet carried greater majesty. A pair of golden dragon horns rose from either side of its forehead, pointing straight upward like two spears thrust toward the heavens. There were no eyeballs in its sockets, only two masses of golden flame—the light itself burning, hope itself burning.

Its right hand gripped a spear.

The spear was entirely golden, flowing with what seemed to be liquid light. Its tip resembled a dragon's fang, peerlessly sharp, and a tiny golden dragon coiled around its tassel—the spear spirit, the soul of the weapon. It was currently raising its head toward the sky, issuing a silent dragon roar.

The Light Fighting Dragon Warrior breathed heavily.

Golden blood flowed from the many wounds across its body. Every drop that fell to the ground became a golden flower of flame before being devoured by darkness. A claw mark so deep that bone showed tore across its left shoulder, left there by the Black Death Dragon—that strike had nearly ripped off its entire arm. There was a scorched wound beneath its ribs, left by the Black Death Dragon's Dark Breath—that blast had nearly pierced through its body.

Yet it remained standing.

Still gripping its spear.

Still staring fixedly at the darkness opposite it with those burning golden flames.

Because it knew.

It was the last light in this world.

The Black Death Dragon moved.

Without warning, without any windup, without the slightest sign that could be caught—it shifted from utter stillness to extreme motion. Its hundred-meter body became a bolt of black lightning, crossing the distance across the summit in an instant.

Its right claw swept sideways.

The claw tips tore through the air, leaving five pitch-black rifts. Those rifts rapidly expanded into five black venomous snakes, opening their huge jaws and biting toward the Light Fighting Dragon Warrior's throat, chest, abdomen, and legs—

The Light Fighting Dragon Warrior did not retreat.

It stepped forward and swept its spear horizontally.

Golden light collided with the black rifts.

Boom!

Heaven and earth shook violently.

The mountain peak cracked apart, and countless boulders broke free from the mountainside, tumbling into the abyss below. The black cloud vortex trembled intensely, its edges torn open by golden radiance, allowing several beams of daylight to shine through—but darkness soon surged back and sealed those openings shut once more.

The Light Fighting Dragon Warrior staggered back three steps, each one stamping a crater several meters deep into the mountain peak.

The Black Death Dragon did not budge.

It withdrew its right claw and lowered its head to glance at the claw tips—golden flames burned there, attempting to spread upward along its scales.

The Black Death Dragon flicked its claw lightly.

The flames went out.

It raised its head, two masses of black flame calmly "watching" the Light Fighting Dragon Warrior opposite it.

Then it opened its enormous mouth.

Dark Breath.

A jet-black pillar of fire erupted from its mouth. It was no ordinary flame, but pure darkness itself burning. Wherever the fire pillar passed, air vanished, light vanished, even space itself warped and collapsed, becoming a massive black hole that devoured everything around it.

The Light Fighting Dragon Warrior gripped its spear with both hands and raised it over its head.

Its body began to burn.

No, it was not burning.

It was blossoming.

Golden light erupted from within its body, becoming a pillar of radiance that reached from heaven to earth. Scorching and pure, carrying the resolve to break through all darkness, it collided with the oncoming pillar of dark fire.

Boom!!!

The mountain peak vanished.

It did not collapse. It did not shatter. It vanished completely—under the collision of those two powers, the rock within a thousand-meter radius of the summit was instantly vaporized into the finest dust and scattered into the wind.

The Light Fighting Dragon Warrior was blasted backward, flipping three times in the air before crashing heavily into the remaining mountainside.

It dropped to one knee, bracing itself with its spear as it gasped for breath.

Golden blood spilled from the corner of its mouth and dripped onto the ground.

It raised its head and looked at the Black Death Dragon opposite it.

The Black Death Dragon still stood where it was.

But several fine cracks had appeared in its black scales.

Those cracks were shallow and faint, impossible to notice without looking closely.

But the Light Fighting Dragon Warrior noticed them.

The corner of its mouth lifted slightly.

"You can be hurt too."

It spoke.

Its voice was hoarse and low, yet it carried an indescribable... relief.

The Black Death Dragon lowered its head and looked at the cracks on its body.

The two masses of black flame flickered slightly.

Then it raised its head.

"You can die too."

Its voice was like an echo from the abyss, low and heavy, carrying a suffocating pressure.

The moment it finished speaking, its body moved again.

This time, it was no longer testing.

It was going all out.

Darkness gathered and churned behind it, transforming into countless black dragons. Those dragons raised their heads toward the sky, issuing soundless roars, then pounced at the Light Fighting Dragon Warrior alongside the Black Death Dragon.

Black Dragon Roar.

Black Lightning Rampage.

Dark Breath poured down like a torrential rain.

In the hands of a king, darkness moved as easily as his own limbs, transforming into the purest force of destruction, seeking to swallow the last light in this world.