The Play of Fate (11)

A BOSS panel had appeared beside the Dragon King's health bar.

After exchanging a glance with Chu Zihang, Lu Mingfei briefly scanned the Dragon King's stats. His alchemical blade had already struck scales harder than iron armor, sending sparks flying as black blood spilled out.

[Fenrir (Brain Damage/Imprisoned/Moderately Crippled)]

[Rank: First-Generation Species (King of Earth and Mountains/Strength)]

[Identity: Instance BOSS Unit]

[Authorities: Earth Authority 29.3%, Mind Authority 2.1%]

[World-Destroying Word Spirit: Shiva's Dance (Restricted)]

[Luck: D+ (No longer in the realm of the utterly unlucky, though slightly below the average human)]

[Attack: SSS (Beyond the reach of nonhumans)]

[Speed: S+ (Far beyond the actual limits of pure-blooded humans)/(Partially imprisoned state)]

[Constitution: SSS (Beyond the reach of nonhumans)]

[Combat Skills: A (He has little adaptability or technique. Before long, he forgets whatever he learns, possessing only beast-like instincts... Do not underestimate a beast's aggression and instinctive brutality.)]

[Firearms Skill: D- (Outline-tracing marksmanship. It is hard to imagine how his front claws could use firearms, but the possibility cannot be entirely ruled out. Perhaps he could catch you off guard and make you laugh.)]

[Evaluation: A true First-Generation Species possessing "strength," but strictly speaking, an intellectually disabled child who is foolish about the world. Under special circumstances, he will use the world-destroying Word Spirit "Shiva's Dance." With his brain capacity, if he does not devour the other twin upon his throne, anything he does is prone to flaws... except eating Potato Chips and watching television.)]

This dragon was mentally disabled... Lu Mingfei understood at once. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted an old eighteen-inch color TV by the wall. Snow filled the screen, and Stephen Chow's All for the Winner was playing.

Just as there were both champagne and orange soda among drinkable beverages, the dragon race surely had both formidable figures and goofy idiots. Today, he had struck gold and encountered an idiot among dragons.

The other side possessed immense power, yet had a potentially fatal flaw in intelligence.

Very soon, Lu Mingfei realized that his assumption had gone rather badly wrong.

As he ducked aside, his blade scraped against Fenrir's claw tip, producing sparks like clashing weapons.

His eyes widened. With Pseudo-Dragon Bone State activated, Lu Mingfei felt at least three minor fractures appear in his body. His bones were practically fused into one whole.

Gen Chisei had once said that in Dragon Bone State, a person's skeletal structure became inhuman, more like that of a dragon. The thousands of bones within the body tightly fused together, making the body like a framework cast from steel.

Though it had the word "Pseudo" in its name, his Pseudo-Dragon Bone State was not inferior to Gen Chisei's Dragon Bone State in the slightest. In terms of defense, it could even be said to be superior.

Yet even though it had not been a frontal clash, and even with Pseudo-Dragon Bone State activated, he had still been injured rather carelessly...

What kind of stat monster was this dragon idiot?

Was the difference in attack power between "SSS" and "SS" really this enormous? If he did not kite it and instead fought it head-on, he would probably be lying on the ground waiting for the next round after only a few hits.

Only the dragon's upper body was exposed. Its front claws, which possessed terrifying strength, stretched out, while its black membranous wings barely tore free from the wall and spread into a "night curtain." Its lower body, meanwhile, merged with the rock wall in a bizarre manner. More accurately, the dragon's lower half was still skeletal in form. It seemed trapped here.

Lu Mingfei dodged at high speed, using his superior agility to repeatedly carve neither shallow nor deep wounds across the black dragon with Wrath and Lust.

The enraged dragon was swift when it craned its neck to bite and swung its massive claws, but after roaring in fury at every miss, it still could not move its lower body. Its sheer size also made it like a target with a limited range of movement.

As long as the dragon could never break free, Lu Mingfei even had a good chance of slowly grinding it to death... provided he did not make a single mistake.

A flare of fire lit up, and Lu Mingfei sprinted away from Fenrir with immediate understanding.

After exchanging glances, Chu Zihang began slowing as he approached the dragon. The flowing light over the Jun Yan Domain changed from black to dark red, then from dark red to blood red, growing brighter and brighter. The sensation of staring directly into flames became increasingly intense. After being compressed to the limit, it began to rebound and collapse. The bound fire elements scattered in every direction, until they became as dazzling as sunlight.

This super bomb filled with Word Spirit power could explode at any moment.

Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei had already recognized the dragon's weakness. Faced with an attack that covered a certain area, the dragon had very limited room to dodge. As long as one of them restrained its offense even slightly, it could only take this bomb that had been building up momentum in advance head-on.

He had to unleash the strongest Jun Yan... Chu Zihang clenched his teeth. Signs of draconification began to appear on his face as well. Thin blue-gray scales covered the surface of his muscles, the knuckles of the hand holding his sword swelled, and his Golden Eyes burned continuously as his heart squeezed out a dragon's scorching blood.

With the intensity of Blood Rage enhanced, the power of his Word Spirit would undoubtedly increase as well. It might even inflict irreversible damage upon himself.

The airflow suddenly changed. A high-level Word Spirit capable of complementing Jun Yan had been released, extracting tons of oxygen from the entire space.

Xia Mi was activating Eye of the Wind King.

At some point, Xia Mi had floated before the dragon, above Chu Zihang's head. Wind currents swirled around her in celebration. Her golden eyes were bright and majestic, and she was solemn like a queen about to issue an order to the world.

Only after feeling the heat did the black dragon, whose gaze had been fixed on Lu Mingfei, react. It scraped the ground unwillingly and beat its wings, then roared in dazed grief and rage at the man and woman.

At this moment, it possessed none of a monarch's dignity. Its struggling, frenzied roars reminded Lu Mingfei of a pet dog from a neighbor's house that had bared its teeth at its owner after being beaten.

So this was all a so-called king amounted to... Lu Mingfei frowned unconsciously after running some distance away. For no apparent reason, he felt a faint irritation and regret.

Heat waves surged through the air, and blazing light exploded.

Word Spirit: Jun Yan and Word Spirit: Eye of the Wind King erupted simultaneously! Their power multiplied several times over!

The disaster-like Word Spirits descended from the sky and struck Fenrir, who had stretched out his body to pursue Lu Mingfei, with unstoppable force.

The ground shook violently. After letting out an enraged whimper, the enormous black dragon's wings caught fire, and the front half of its body swayed before crashing to the ground.

Raising a hand to block the heat wave rushing toward him, Lu Mingfei watched through the gaps between his fingers as Fenrir, the King of Earth and Mountains, saw his health bar steadily diminish.

Why did this feel like three villains had teamed up to bully a low-intelligence child?

No, it was not just a feeling. That was exactly what was happening.

According to the panel, this Dragon King called Fenrir should have been able to hang him up and whip him around with ease. No matter how monstrous a Super Mixed-Blood was, it still fell somewhat short compared with a First-Generation Species. Yet reality was precisely the opposite. This Dragon King was pitifully imprisoned, and in terms of combat intelligence, it fully deserved the evaluation of an intellectually disabled child.

"This dragon is... a glass cannon?" Even as Lu Mingfei said it, he already felt it was wrong. He rejected the guess in his heart.

Given Fenrir's Constitution stat, it was impossible for it to be this fragile. Otherwise, how could it have endured so many of his slashes? This fiery tornado looked like it had maxed-out special effects and explosive power, but if it hit him, he could still gasp out a few final breaths, squeeze out a pile of lousy last words, then stick out his tongue and die. Could this dragon's defense really be worse than his?

In the instant before the black dragon fell, its scales seemed to loosen one after another... From their earlier clash, that was definitely not a proper defensive posture. It had not even been that relaxed before it was attacked.

At the very end... it seemed to have given up defending itself.

Lu Mingfei, his black hair falling to his shoulders, remained silent in thought. The alchemical weapon in his left hand vibrated more and more fiercely.

Was that it? They had won? It had not exactly been easy, nor had it lacked challenge. It was just... too strange.

Why was there no completion notification after clearing the instance...?

Why was Lust trembling without stopping?

Following the direction in which the blade tip hummed, Lu Mingfei raised his head. He froze in place for an instant, then looked several more times to confirm that it was not an illusion.

The wind currents gradually slowed, and the effect of Eye of the Wind King faded.

A red bar, somewhat shorter than Fenrir's, appeared above Xia Mi's head.

Her soft hair danced through the air, obscuring a small portion of the red bar.

"..."

"..."

"...Fuck," Lu Mingfei thought.