Let Me Out

[Holy shit, what a reversal.]

[What happened? What happened? I just went to the bathroom. What did I miss?]

[Dragon Bro is mighty! Dragon Bro is badass!]

[Awesome! Nothing else needs to be said—just one word: awesome!]

[Rest in peace, Midnight Arcane God. Don't let the door hit you on the way out.]

[Lan Yu must be dumbfounded now. A major streamer just got his account trashed.]

At that moment, the livestream chat was already flooding with comments.

Wang Ziheng's blood boiled as he watched, and he wished he could take Mo Fei's place.

The supervisor stood there dumbfounded, unable to speak. The other streamers all wore complicated expressions—some were delighted, some cheered, but envy, jealousy, and resentment were certainly unavoidable.

With this kind of entertainment value, the stream's popularity was bound to explode.

At that moment, Mo Fei had no idea what was happening outside. He had long since turned off the chat function and was fully focused on playing his role.

The massive Black Dragon wiped the blood from his claws against the ground, while Dawn Divine Sword gave his weapon a light shake, sending the Dragon Blood on the Dragon-Slaying Sword sliding off.

Man and dragon began circling each other in perfect unspoken coordination, locked in a standoff as they observed one another's condition and searched for possible openings.

Just as the viewers thought the man and dragon were about to charge at each other for a climactic showdown, the Black Dragon suddenly let out a sinister laugh, spread his wings, and rose into the air.

Mo Fei was not the sort to get so immersed in a role that his mind stopped working. His acting had always been just that—an act, a disguise.

As long as there was an opportunity, he did not care whether it made him seem shameless.

As long as he could fly high enough, his opponent was doomed!

He could simply finish the fight from the air with dragon breath.

Yet Dawn Divine Sword seemed to have anticipated this move. Without the slightest hesitation, he stepped forward, abruptly halted to gather strength, then swung with all his might. The greatsword in his hand spun as it flew out.

Hero Skill—Desperate Throw!

The greatsword spun through the air and struck the Black Dragon's left wing bone dead-on. -4784 (Severe Injury)!

Mo Fei felt a sharp agony shoot through his left wing. With a crack, the wing bone was severed outright. The greatsword buried itself deep in his flesh, and he immediately lost his balance and fell from the air.

He checked his status and found a new debuff: Crippled (Unable to Fly).

Damn, that was vicious. As expected of a Hero Skill—silent until it struck, then earth-shattering.

The Black Dragon clamped his jaws around the Dragon-Slaying Sword lodged in his bone and yanked it free. With a flick of his head, he sent the sword flying into the air, where it embedded itself high up in the rock wall.

He grinned viciously. "I'm curious, puny human. Now that you've lost your weapon, what are you going to use against me?"

Without a word, Dawn Divine Sword pulled a two-meter-long battleaxe from his Pocket. Its blade was shaped like a crescent moon, while its back was lined with jagged sawteeth. It had an ancient design and was clearly no ordinary weapon: Barbarian King's Battleaxe (Epic Weapon).

Murphys (Black Dragon Lord): "..."

Dawn Divine Sword then pulled out a transparent potion and downed it in one gulp.

[Life Goddess's Tears (Legendary Potion)

Item Description: Holy water blessed by Notina, Goddess of Life. It can fully restore health and cure all abnormal conditions. Legend says the Goddess of Life could not bear pain and death, and thus shed tears. Their pure color symbolizes the divine power of life.]

All the injuries he had suffered in his battle with Hildesanks were instantly healed.

Murphys (Black Dragon Lord): "..."

Then Dawn Divine Sword shouted again, "Ancestors, lend me your strength!"

Hero Skill—Ancestral Battle Soul!

His body instantly swelled by a full size. Muscles bulged all over him, knotted like those of a demonically muscular man and brimming with primal, savage power. His hair became incredibly thick as well, cascading around him like a lion's mane.

Dawn Divine Sword glanced at the Black Dragon and calmly asked, "Is this enough?"

Murphys (Black Dragon Lord): "..."

He suddenly felt that his earlier turnaround from the brink of defeat had been nothing but an illusion.

Yet he had no other choice now. There was only one option left: fight.

He still had nearly seventy thousand health, while the other man only had eight thousand even with Ancestral Battle Soul active. He should be able to wear him down!

"Ah!"

"Roar!"

Man and dragon roared at the same time and charged straight at each other.

Flame Dragon Breath!

Fearless Slash!

A nimble figure passed through the flames and brought his battleaxe down on the dragon's head. He had leaped twenty or thirty meters, practically flying through the air. It seemed that being possessed by the ancestral soul had boosted his combat strength yet again. Mo Fei tilted his head, and the axe struck the Black Dragon's left shoulder instead. It cleaved through the dragon scales and buried itself deep in flesh, causing blood to gush out.

-3795! (Armor Break Attack).

The Black Dragon bit at Dawn Divine Sword, who was hanging from his left shoulder, but Dawn Divine Sword released the axe and, the instant he landed, pulled another outrageously designed massive warhammer from his bag—Giant-Smasher Hammer (Epic Weapon).

Arrow Step—Upward Slash!

Pain shot through Mo Fei's left foreclaw. It had already been smashed apart.

-1723!

He hurriedly raised his left foot and stomped down hard at Dawn Divine Sword.

But Dawn Divine Sword rolled sharply away, reaching the dragon's right side, then smashed his hammer into the right foreclaw again.

-1428!

This was bad. The dragon's body was enormous; once his opponent got underneath him, he could not see where he was at all.

Dragon Assault! Mo Fei charged straight ahead. He failed to hit anything, but successfully opened up some distance. The moment he turned around, he opened his jaws.

Dragon Breath—Scorched Earth!

Flames swept across the floor of the hall, leaving burning fire wherever they passed.

Let's see how you dodged this.

Dawn Divine Sword did not dodge. He strolled out of the flames as though he were walking across dry grass. His powerful muscles gleamed under the firelight, his face resolute. A huge ruby on his chest shone dazzlingly red, and all the flames around him were absorbed by that gemstone, causing him no harm whatsoever.

That thing was probably another legendary item.

Mo Fei's heart sank. He had activated Death Berserk long ago, but only now did he truly feel the threat of death. Such overwhelming strength, such extravagant equipment—who the hell was this guy?

A deep sense of helplessness overwhelmed him.

Though he was supposed to be the final boss of the story, the evil villain, at that moment, the man before him seemed far more like a boss.

The fake boss: obscure stat allocation, trash minions handed out by the system, winning through trash talk, a professional actor surviving by putting on a show.

The real boss: loaded with high-end equipment and legendary items, soloing bosses, farming gear in a rage, a super-hardcore badass who spoke little and hit hard.

An inexplicable fear rose in his heart.

Am I going to die?

No, what a joke. This was only a game. At worst, he would lose this battle. Though it was frustrating...

That's right, I was going to die! Soon, any moment now, at that man's hands. I wasn't willing. I wasn't willing to accept this...

The feeling grew stronger and stronger, filling Mo Fei's heart and mind. He was confused, yet also increasingly agitated. Why was he thinking this way?

Mo Fei tried to pull himself free from the inexplicable terror, but his fear of death only grew more intense. A red glow appeared in his eyes, his vision blurred, and it felt as though a voice in his head were continuously roaring, cursing, and screaming.

"Trash... garbage... useless human, are you trying to get me killed? I don't want to die... Let me out... let me out!"

The voice gave him a headache. He shook his head, and it suddenly vanished again. He could not tell whether it had truly been there or if it was merely a hallucination.

"Get out of my head!" he roared. He did not know whether he was shouting at that voice or at Dawn Divine Sword. He launched Dragon Assault again. After Death Berserk was activated, Dragon Assault's cooldown was only eight seconds, and it consumed no mana. He could keep using Dragon Assault endlessly to wear his opponent down...

Faced with the enormous Black Dragon's savage charge, Dawn Divine Sword could only dodge as expected.

The moment Mo Fei's Dragon Assault ended, he immediately turned and launched another.

The several-hundred-ton Black Dragon charged at full speed with an utterly unstoppable force. Dawn Divine Sword could only keep repositioning, rolling, and evading. After several dragon charges, Dawn Divine Sword made one small mistake and was clipped, taking over a thousand damage at once.

Mo Fei was delighted. Ha! This move really worked. Again—Dragon Assault!

But this time, Dawn Divine Sword did not dodge. Facing the charging Black Dragon, he assumed a stance to gather strength.

What was this? Had this guy gone insane? He was going to take a dragon head-on? Mo Fei's heart tightened slightly, but once this skill was unleashed, he could not stop it. He could only charge directly at Dawn Divine Sword.

First-stage charge, second-stage charge—Dawn Divine Sword's aura grew stronger and stronger.

I can only gamble! Mo Fei slammed forward, hoping his opponent's timing would not be perfect. As long as there was even a 0.1-second error, he could send him flying.

Third-stage charge—Lion Slash!

Dawn Divine Sword leaped into the air. At the instant his warhammer fell, the dragon charged right into range. His timing was so perfect that it was as though the dragon's head had extended itself beneath the hammer.

Bang! -5784 (Severe Injury)!

The Black Dragon let out a muffled groan from the blow and crashed headfirst onto the ground. A huge swirling icon appeared above his head (Stunned).

The livestream chat erupted in cries of shock.

[Holy shit, a giant hammer stopped a dragon charge.]

[Awesome!]

[This is peak entertainment.]

[What a beast! Now that's a real beast. Dragon Bro is really done for this time.]

[Rest in peace, Dragon Bro.]

[Rest in peace, Dragon Bro.]

It was over. Completely over.

Wang Ziheng, whose blood had been boiling just moments ago, felt half his heart turn cold. He had not expected them to lose in the end. Although the Black Dragon still had tens of thousands of health left, he could not see any hope of victory. The opponent was simply too powerful.

Though that attack had not triggered Critical Strike, its sheer momentum had completely crushed the Black Dragon.

So what if he was huge? So what if he had high health? Before absolute skill, strength was meaningless.

Dawn Divine Sword slowly raised his warhammer. At that moment, his confidence and momentum had reached their peak—This one was mine, he thought calmly.

Suddenly, a near-tangible killing intent made his heart tremble.

He turned around and saw that the Black Dragon had risen again. Blood streamed from its head, making it look terrifying. Its expression seemed different from before.

The human-like expression was gone, replaced by vicious cruelty, primal savagery. Its eyes glowed a dangerous crimson. Dawn Divine Sword could see no reason or human emotion in that gaze, only bloodlust and madness, like a beast cornered with nowhere left to run.

An inexplicable sense of danger rose within him, and he instinctively tightened his grip on the warhammer.