Chapter 142

A cyan beam which covered half the island.

That was all Hana saw as the temperature around her started to drop.

The sea around her froze, her island had little bits of frost on it.

And she herself began to feel very very cold.

'...that boy caused this?'

She thought, bewildered.

When the mysterious young man had appeared, she had spread out as much mana as she could muster to find the level of his strength.

And what she found out was that his level was C rank.

...and a c rank shouldn't be able to do this.

In no f.u.c.king world could a C rank do this.

And what was shocking was...that even after the beam had vanished, Kazikato.

Was still alive and fighting.

Pillars of Darkness, Spikes of bones covered and clashing with ice, were all she could see.

'...monsters.'

This was all she thought.

Both her Dear Kazikato and...the young man that had just appeared...were all

Monsters!

And then she saw something even more shocking.

An eastern type of dragon with its body covered in bones that resembled a spine, with pure black eyes rose to the sky.

And what clashed with this dragon was a bird of ice.

A Pheonix of Ice.

The island was covered with ice and bones.

A result of the clash of the two beings on it.

A Death Draconian, and an Ice Draconian.

Duking it out with all their strength.

*Bam!Bam!*Bam!*

Each and each blow rippled the air. Every blow of theirs made the earth tremble.

Their scales broke and they still continued.

A Slugfest? A battle of beasts?

Maybe those two terms could define it.

*Bam*Bam*Bam*

Their clash caused the world to tremble, and their bodies bled.

Yet they still remained fighting.

And the Ice Draconian...was losing.

The Draconian of Death copied the Ice Draconians every move...and its body, enchanted with the energy of death and another mysterious power, rejuvenated it.

And the poor bloodline manifestation of Alan Peccator could not match up to this yet.

Alan...was losing...and pathetically.

His body was breaking...his body was bleeding...and his mana was running out.

And to make it worse...that piece of s.h.i.t transformed.

A pure Dragon.

An eastern dragon covered in spinal bone armor, with each segment different, separate.

Alan didn't know why they were separate...and before he had a chance to think he heard Ara.n.u.s.

"Be careful, you can only safely transform into an Ice Pheonix currently, the others will put too much strain on your body."

He didn't know where the heck Ara.n.u.s was...and honestly, he didn't care yet, his advice right now and during the early stages of this battle were helpful.

So he just did whatever Ara.n.u.s advised.

Who better to trust in a fight than someone he had personally seen ma.s.sacre millions?

He used whatever mana he had left and activated the transformation.

[Bloodline Manifestation is being activated.

Chosen Transformation:Ice Phoenix!]

He heard the system's prompts.

And soon, his body began to be covered in blue light.

And what emerged was the Pheonix of Ice, its entire body exuded frost.

Its very presence froze the air around it...

And soon it rose high in the sky to combat the Dragon.

The clash of the Two beings continued, this time a full f.u.c.king dragon and a Full f.u.c.king Pheonix.

They split the clouds as they fired beams of death and ice at each other, spikes of bone and other ice spikes.

And...then they faced each other I'm the sky, with the sun in the background.

The Phoenix, visibly tired, used this chance to recover its depleting mana.

And then...while it was doing that.

The dragon's body started pinning...no more accurately the separate spine like Armour started to spin.

Every segment started spinning at a high velocity.

And the winds produced as a result reached the Phoenix.

And then...at a speed, it could not see the dragon launch itself towards it.

And bit at its body with its jaws of death.

*CRUNCH!*

A sound it never wanted to hear was heard.

Its body of ice shattered under the force produced by the jaws of death of the dragon.

And its shattered body fell to the ground...to the original place it flew from.

*CRASH!*

Its ma.s.sive body crashed on the Island creating a dust cloud.

And it dissolved, into a blue light that formed a human.

Alan Peccator....bleeding from every d.a.m.n orifice in his body, and multiple other wounds.

He struggled to stand.

"Alan teleport away, I've made a severe lapse in judgment, you should run away now!"

Ara.n.u.ss voice seemed to distort as it reached his b.l.o.o.d.y ears.

Run away?

I guess that's what he's saying.

It's so f.u.c.king painful.

It hurts so much.

I can't feel the majority of my body...but I'm not f.u.c.king running away.

'Remember Alan, never fall.

Even if your opponent is someone you can't beat, never lower your head.

Don't pick fights that you can't win, but if you are forced into one...fight with everything you got.'

His master's words rang in his mind, construction Ara.n.u.s.

He...chose to fight.

He didn't give up, his pride wouldn't allow him.

How am I supposed to face the monsters in the latter half?

The dragon above was still young, and he knew it wasn't a lot stronger than him.

This was just a young unstable dragon.

How am I supposed to face the enemies Ara.n.u.s faced?

How will I fare against the villains Elijah faces?

...never.

I'll fight until I die.

If I lose here, then there's no point in continuing to get stronger to fight the other monsters that appear.

He decided to give it his all.

He decided to activate a skill Ara.n.u.s had warned him against.

His body went even more strain, and his eyes started to bleed, yet despite the pain he looked up in the sky, to find the Dragon rushing towards him.

His eyes showed him everything.

And it showed him something that was a weakness of the dragon.

Chains.

Black chains around its neck.

And they showed him, they warped s.p.a.ce itself and shows him.

The Weakness he needed to attack.

He summoned his spear from his inventory.

And despite the pain in his body he took his stance.

And aimed at the chains shown to him by his eyes, which were burning.

And then, using every last bit of his mana, he swung his spear.

//First Movement

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