Randall rubbed his forehead, unable to keep a headache at bay.
He was starting to regret it. He should never have fought Dragon—he should have talked business first!
Still, without personally testing Dragon's current strength, Randall would have had a hard time feeling reassured.
Seeing the defiance on Dragon's face, Randall rubbed the bridge of his nose and said helplessly:
"All right, then. Go ahead. But let's get this straight first: I'll stand right here without moving, and you'll use the one move you're most confident in.
Just one!"
Dragon hesitated at that, then nodded.
Making Randall stand still was a little unfair, but to break that blasted armor, he could no longer afford to worry about that.
The two then took their positions, ten meters apart.
Dragon drew a deep breath and slowly raised his hands, keeping them shoulder-width apart.
The next second, green currents of air began gathering slowly between his hands.
Within a few short seconds, the space between Dragon's hands had turned dark green.
The air currents were actually as dense as jade.
As the air condensed, a piercing noise rang out, like ten thousand bees beating their wings.
But Dragon still did not stop charging his attack.
Another five seconds passed. By then, the mass of air had grown so dense that it looked black, with only a faint hint of green visible around the edges.
The piercing sound had also evolved into a teeth-grating noise, like ten thousand chainsaws cutting through steel.
Even the escaping air currents shaved away a layer of soil within three meters of Dragon.
Sweat seeped from Dragon's temples.
Charging the attack to this degree was straining even him.
Randall watched in astonishment. You're not trying to break my armor. You're clearly trying to kill me.
At that point, Dragon