RBCT Chapter 523 Today's Dragon Hunt
Chapter 523 Today's Dragon Hunt
"Sword Eleven".
"Your subordinate is here."
"Three against one, is that alright?"
"I'm willing to be a pioneer!"
"Alright, let's hunt dragons today!"
The mountain peaks trembled beneath my feet.
The dragon finally awoke from its languid impatience, its eerie green vertical pupils locking onto Xu Si's figure.
Erlong: First of all, I didn't provoke anyone.
It was just sleeping peacefully on its own mountain peak when a human with a red glow blocking the door.
Wanliuchun floated out of the dark building, her bare feet hovering in the void, her snow-white skirt fluttering in the morning light, and the reflection of that enormous creature in her amber eyes.
Her lips slowly curved upwards, forming a smile that was both excited and dangerous.
Erlong's vertical pupils contracted slightly.
He sensed danger.
His head tilted slightly, and the breath he exhaled from his nostrils suddenly intensified. Two black columns of mist exploded in the air, turning into a gust of wind that swept in all directions.
"hold head high--"
A furious dragon roar swept out, and before Xu Si and his group could even launch an attack, the evil dragon had already demonstrated its majesty.
Xu Si's mind went blank for a brief moment.
It wasn't that I lost consciousness, but rather that all my thoughts were wiped clean in that instant, just like the moment I faced danger head-on.
However, that influence was quickly crushed by Linglong.
Wanliuchun frowned slightly, and her figure swayed in the air.
Wang Yanhua's soul trembled violently, and his two bright eyes flickered intensely, like candle flames that might go out at any moment.
Only Sword Eleven remains completely unaffected.
The roar of the dragon, raging like an eagle, still echoed among the mountains when Jian Shiyi's figure transformed into a streak of silver-white light, piercing straight towards the brow of the enormous creature.
The sword light was sharp and fierce.
It was pure, unadulterated sharpness, devoid of any superfluous emotions, without any probing or reservations; every move was a killing blow.
Eerlong's vertical pupils suddenly contracted.
Its head snapped to the side, and at the same time, its right forepaw slammed down on Jian Shiyi with earth-shattering force.
At the same time, its massive dragon body had already taken off.
Before the claws arrived, the strong wind had already come.
Those door-sized, dark scales spread out between the claws, like shields erected, each scale with an edge as sharp as a knife.
Sword Eleven did not take the hit head-on.
Its blade suddenly veered in mid-air, like a nimble silver snake, passing through the gaps in the dragon's claws and leaving a deep, bone-revealing wound on its wrist.
This time, Jian Shiyi didn't waste any time and went all out right from the start.
Ink-black dragon blood gushed from the wound, splashing onto the rocks on the mountaintop, hissing and corroding the hard rocks into fist-sized pits.
The dragon let out a roar of pain, its massive body swung violently across the mountaintop, its thick tail, as thick as an ancient tree, sweeping towards Jian Shiyi with a whistling sound.
At the same time, it turned its head to the other side, opened its huge mouth, and a thick, pitch-black dragon breath condensed deep in its throat, aiming at Xu Si, who was suspended in mid-air, ready to launch an attack.
It had clearly realized that the greatest threat was not the silvery-white sword light, but the scarlet figure standing in the distance, yet to make a move.
"Watch out!" Wanliuchun's voice came from the side.
As Xu Si's rank rose higher and higher, her attitude towards him underwent an unprecedented change.
Although she has not yet become Xu Si's subordinate, her efforts are no less than those of Jian Shiyi.
Similarly, she went all out this time as well.
Countless crimson threads shot out from her fingertips, like a vast spider web spreading across the sky.
The dragon's breath swept across, trying to burn away all the obstructing threads, but the threads were caught in the breath the moment they touched the dragon's breath.
Those inky flames were actually entangled, bound, and tightened by silk threads, like a ball of fire bound by ropes.
Erlong's eyes changed.
It was clearly underestimating these three guys in front of it.
One could injure it right away; the other actually had a very strong restraining effect on it.
Those silk threads not only restricted his flight, but also made his massive dragon body lose its agility.
Especially that guy who hasn't made a move yet, he always has a bad feeling about him.
Each of these three guys is probably no less powerful than it, if taken individually.
Its earlier impatience vanished in an instant, and now it began to grow restless.
It shook its head, trying to break free from the threads, but the crimson ribbons that held back spring were more resilient than it had anticipated.
Those threads not only bound its dragon breath, but also carved fine cracks into its scales.
Meanwhile, Jian Shiyi kept opening its wounds, and the fine dragon blood seemed to be dyeing the threads black.
"Now!" Xu Si moved.
He didn't use the Sword of Kings, or even any fancy techniques.
He simply took a step in the air, his figure disappearing from the front of the E'long, and reappearing directly above the enormous creature.
Clench your right fist.
Crimson star power condensed on the fist, with countless star powers repeatedly collapsing and expanding within it.
In the blink of an eye, he compressed, condensed, and solidified all his power, and then—
freed.
The fist slammed into the top of Erlong's head.
There was no loud noise as I had imagined.
There was no earth-shaking tremor.
There was only a dull sound, like a drumstick striking thick leather.
The dragon's head suddenly sank downwards, like a long arrow shot into the ground.
The dark dragon scales on the top of the dragon's head have radial cracks radiating outwards from the center of the fist.
Cracks spread like a spider web, extending from the top of the head to the center of the eyebrows, and from the center of the eyebrows to the bridge of the nose.
Ink-black dragon blood seeped from the cracks, flowing down its hideous face.
"hold head high……"
Pain finally surfaced in Erlong's eyes.
Its dragon body crashed onto the mountains, causing countless rocks to collapse, and its four claws plowed deep furrows on the mountaintops in an attempt to stabilize its rolling body.
The threads tightened further and further, while the mental inducement to retain spring was also applied to Erlong, whose head was severely injured.
At the same time, Xu Si
The second punch.
The third punch.
The fourth punch.
Punch after punch, each one landing in the same spot, each punch heavier than the last.
The cracks grew larger and deeper, spreading from the epidermis to the dermis, and from the dermis to the bone.
Under Xu Si's punches, Erlong almost oscillated between consciousness and unconsciousness.
The silk thread that held back spring turned from crimson to dark red, tightly strangling the dragon's neck and gaping maw, leaving it no room to resist.
Sword Eleven's sword light transformed into countless fine silver threads, which meandered through the joints of the dragon's limbs, severing tendons and ligaments.
The dragon's body began to tilt.
The mountain peak that it had occupied for who knows how long finally succumbed to its immense weight and Xu Si's heavy blows.
The rocks on the mountaintop shattered and collapsed, carrying the E'long's body as it slid down into the mountainside.
Pebbles rained down.
Dust filled the air.
Xu Si did not pursue.
He hovered in mid-air, looking down at the enormous creature that was falling. His scarlet star-like eyes held no pity, no excitement, only a calm, almost cold, scrutiny.
"Is that enough?" This was said to Wang Yanhua, who was completely bewildered.
What did he see?
This is simply a one-sided massacre?
That's a dragon!
"Stop dawdling! You should wake up soon!"
Xu Si didn't know how badly he should beat the E'long, but it was definitely enough for now, because the E'long basically had no power to resist.
If Wang Yanhua wants to possess someone's body, now is definitely the best opportunity.
The dragon was also in a bad way. It only managed to breathe a few breaths before it was completely restrained by Wanliuchun's silk threads, and then it was hit hard by Xu Si's iron fist.
When Erlong loses the sky, then Xu Si will truly have the final say.