novelraw Chapter 384: Four Symbols Martial Arts Golden Dragon
Chapter 384: Four Symbols Martial Arts Golden Dragon
Chapter 384 Four Elements Battle Dragon Gold Dragon 5
The red iron dragon darted through the raging gale and blizzard high in the sky, its silhouette flickering like lightning tearing through the firmament.
With every tilt or stretch of its wings, tangible dark-red flames surged and billowed from behind the wing edges, propelling its movements to instantly accelerate and change direction. Its flight path twisted unpredictably, impossible to anticipate.
Snowflakes that touched those scorching flames vaporized in an instant, leaving a fleeting voided trail in its wake.
And it wasn’t just its movement.
Its wings had, at this moment, become true lethal blades.
The edges were razor-sharp, emitting a nerve-wracking shriek as they sliced the air; the wing tips were spear-like and gleamed coldly, easily piercing through thick, heavy curtains of wind and snow.
Combined with a wingspan far surpassing its kind, its attack range was enormous.
On top of that, the intermittent bursts of flame produced sudden surges of speed, granting agility that far exceeded any conventional flight that relied on mere muscle power.
“There are so many areas that still need honing, I’ve been neglecting the development of these wings,” Garoth thought, distracted even as he moved at high speed.Since his wings first evolved, he had hardly continued with subsequent development.
On reflection, that had not been a wise choice.
“My wings should have further evolutionary potential.”
“For example, achieving full 360-degree twisting and rolling, so slashes and stabs can be launched from any unimaginable angle, allowing amplifying flames to erupt from any part of the wing surface.”
“Compared to that, my current usage feels a little monotonous, lacking variety.”
The red iron dragon silently planned future training directions in his mind while calmly dealing with the persistent harassment from the Gold Dragon.
Alberto, like an unwavering golden meteor, continuously tried to engage Garoth in close-quarters struggle, only to be ripped apart time and again by Garoth’s superior power, speed, and combat skill.
This was a sparring session meant for training.
Still, Garoth’s body—every blade-like part of it—had already left numerous wounds of varying depth across the Gold Dragon’s resplendent scales.
Dragon blood seeped out continuously, splattering on the snow below in shocking spots of crimson.
Crunch! Crack!
The crisp sounds of scales bursting and shattering under stress rang out constantly, accompanied by the Gold Dragon’s muffled groans and gasps.
At a glance, the scene was undeniably brutal.
Holy Shield!
Seizing the tiny gap created as the red iron dragon’s massive wing tore the air again and emitted a piercing howl, Alberto concentrated his spirit.
Sigil runes of a holy oath flowed and, in an instant before him, formed a dense, heavy rhombus-shaped shield that shimmered with radiant light, barely protecting the vital front.
Garoth’s reaction, however, was faster than anyone expected.
His right wing tilted inward the slightest degree, wing-edge flames abruptly swelling and erupting with robust thrust, causing his enormous body to arc sharply and swiftly through the air. He adeptly skirted the Holy Shield’s protective zone and, like an apparition, appeared at Alberto’s vulnerable flank.
Then, using the momentum from his lunge and spin, his tail, screaming as it tore the air, suddenly whipped out!
A heavy, precise tail strike landed on the Gold Dragon’s shoulder and ribs.
An irresistible force slammed into Alberto, who immediately lost his balance. Like a top struck by tremendous power, he tumbled embarrassingly through several rolls midair before barely regaining stability.
Alberto shook his stunned head violently, the searing pain making him grit his teeth.
If it had been another dragon with less resolve, facing this near one-sided pressure, it might have already given up.
But Alberto truly had a tenacious heart, and he was trying to find room for growth under the enormous oppression Garoth imposed.
The Gold Dragon drew a deep breath, forcing down the pain and discomfort, and corrected his slightly disordered flight posture.
He charged again.
Unsurprisingly, the Gold Dragon once more became an unwilling aerial spinning top, being mercilessly lashed and toyed with by the red iron dragon from every angle.
To an uninformed observer, the scene indeed appeared like outright bullying.
At this moment, that exact scene fell, without the slightest deviation, into the sight of the Gold Dragon Nasha, who had just quietly arrived over Dragon Valley’s airspace.
Her golden eyes narrowed instantly until they were almost slits.
The first sensation that flooded her perception was the astonishing number of evil dragon auras within the valley.
Most were immature, but some were extraordinarily strong. In particular, the black-red giant dragon currently committing violence exuded such overwhelming force that her heart skipped a beat. Its posture and bearing marked it as the leader of this place, and undoubtedly very powerful.
“A tightly organized, numerous, and dangerous cluster of evil dragons occupies this place. This cannot be approached casually!” Nasha decided in an instant.
At the same time, her gaze fell on the golden figure in the sky that was being repeatedly struck and looked thoroughly beaten.
Alberto!
Her foolish, rebellious, arrogant younger brother by blood.
Right now he was being wantonly struck and thrown about by that massive, oppressive red iron evil dragon, seemingly unable to fight back, even struggling to maintain basic steady flight.
Aside from her fear and resentment toward the red iron dragon leader,
a flame of anger mixed with heartache surged into Nasha’s chest.
Of course! Alberto was captured! And he was suffering cruel torment and abuse!
She confirmed the scene in an instant.
That ferocious-looking, ruthless red iron dragon must be the lord of this evil dragon group.
She could vividly imagine the terrible suffering Alberto must endure after capture, given his stubborn and headstrong temperament.
When they had been in the dragon domain, she had scolded her boastful younger brother many times, but those were family discipline and caring.
How could she allow another dragon, especially an evil dragon, to humiliate her own blood?!
Fortunately,
before leaving, the Gold Dragon father had entrusted her with a set of precious armor he had once used.
It was truly powerful gear, forged by dragon alchemists, with intricate and potent amplification runes etched inside the armor.
Although not of legendary grade, it was definitely superb below that tier.
Wearing it, Nasha could easily suppress a formidable level-19 evil dragon and even contend with a level-20 giant dragon without losing ground.
Even a level-20 giant dragon wearing it would still gain considerable amplification, able to sweep aside most creatures below legendary level. If the wearer were strong enough, standing toe-to-toe with an ordinary legendary being would not be impossible.
“Roar!”
A draconic cry laden with righteous fury tore through the wind and snow as the golden figure plunged from the cloud cover like an arrow loosed from a bow.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Amid a flurry of sharp metallic chimes, countless plates and components that looked as if forged from pure gold materialized and floated into being.
They moved as if alive, whirling rapidly around Nasha’s graceful golden form.
As she dove and stabbed downward, those components snapped into place with dazzling speed, merging in an instant into
a gorgeous yet practical segmented set of golden armor.
The armor tightly covered her chest, long elegant neck, powerful limbs, broad wings, and mighty tail. Its surface was etched with dense, complex magic runes that now pulsed with eye-catching golden light, making her look potent and majestic.
Clad in brilliant golden armor, Nasha unfurled her wings and dove straight at the evil red iron dragon!
“Stop! Lord of the evil dragons! Let go of my brother immediately!”
Her roar, full of fury and authority, rolled like thunder and spread through every corner of Dragon Valley.
The sudden development immediately stirred the valley’s dragon flocks.
Trixie, who was instructing hatchlings and juveniles, looked up and quickly reassessed the Gold Dragon’s ecological niche; Deborah the brass-silver dragon and Zoraya the Blue Dragon, who had been quietly sizing each other up, slightly furrowed their brows and warily watched the sky; the young dragons shrank their necks in fright but could not help peering curiously.
High overhead, Alberto heard the familiar voice, froze, and twisted his head to see his sister rushing in, panic-stricken.
“Wait—”
He tried to explain.
But distracted for a moment and with Garoth’s claws already within arm’s reach and unable to be retracted, a heavy, muffled impact connected with his head. His head snapped, and he fell toward the ground.
Seeing her brother cruelly struck down before her eyes, Nasha’s rage burned even hotter.
Boom!
A dense surge of golden dragon qi erupted like a volcanic blast from the seams and scales of her armor, swiftly wrapping her limbs, wings, and tail, raising her aura to another peak.
Windstrike!
She beat her wings; dragon qi swirled like a gale, and her speed surged as she closed on the red iron dragon.
Thunderclaw! Winterclaw!
Nasha moved with blistering speed, striking with both claws, now sheathed in golden gauntlets.
On her left claw, blinding golden arcs of lightning danced and coalesced like countless tiny thunder-serpents, crackling with electricity; on her right claw, a bone-chilling cold burst forth, freezing the surrounding air into crystalline ice.
Two distinct but equally ferocious claw attacks converged across the red iron dragon’s head and chest.
Sensing this oncoming powerful momentum, Garoth’s eyes narrowed slightly and a trace of seriousness crossed his expression.
He gave a low snarl, his already huge body swelling as if inflated, fully entering Frenzied State.
Muscles heaved and scales bristled.
The red iron dragon vibrated its wings and charged up from below toward the Gold Dragon Nasha’s assault.
Shlath!
In midair he executed a flawlessly precise sidestep. His massive, razor-like wing spear, empowered by its exceptional reach, lunged first and stabbed toward Nasha’s chest and abdomen!
Cloudstep Flash!
Just as the wing spear was about to touch the golden armor, Nasha’s body suddenly became ephemeral, as if turned to mist. She dispersed into invisible cloudlike vapor, narrowly slipping past the dangerous blow at the last possible instant.
In the next moment, she teleported, reappearing behind Garoth in a visual blind spot.
“This evil dragon king must be extremely proficient at close combat,” she thought.
“Maintain a safe distance and use my advantages to skirmish.”
Nasha made a rational decision in a flash.
She struck the red iron dragon’s back from a distance with both claws.
A giant claw-mark formed of intensely concentrated cold and leaping lightning tore through the air as if cutting space itself and struck Garoth’s spine solidly.
In an instant, dazzling lightning jumped and exploded across his dark-red scales like a web.
Biting cold spread visibly fast, attempting to freeze him solid.
Garoth’s originally smooth, rapid motions were visibly hindered, becoming delayed and stiffened.
In the heat of battle, time seemed to slow.
Nasha kept Garoth at what she considered a safe distance and no longer closed in recklessly. Instead, she unleashed relentless ranged elemental assaults.
Flame, rock, lightning, ice, water….
A dazzling variety of elemental energies flowed with each claw strike, wingbeat, and tail flick, raining down ceaselessly on Garoth’s position and trying to overwhelm him.
Her attacks were fierce and continuous, movements nimble, with seamless transitions between different skills—flowing like a river.
There was no doubt: the Gold Dragon Nasha was a masterful Battle Dragon.
Unlike Garoth, however, she was a more balanced and well-rounded Four Elements Dragon, wielding multiple elemental, short-to-long-range attacks. She excelled at mid-to-close-range combat, controlling the tempo with unpredictable element combinations. Each strike carried distinct elemental properties and effects.
Grip of the North Wind!
Seizing a moment, she tightened her claws at a remote point in the churning energy field.
Whoosh!
As if summoned, the surrounding blizzard howled and condensed in an instant into a translucent, gigantic wind claw that clamped down and held the red iron dragon’s body that had just reappeared from the energy barrage.
Level 12 Dragon Qi Rotation!
Claw Mastery! Four Elements Burst Claw!
Nasha uttered a low dragon-song and pushed the fight to a new crescendo.
The dragon qi surging in her body converged wildly toward her right claw.
As it flowed, the dragon qi naturally divided and transformed into earth, water, wind, and fire—the four fundamental elements—interweaving, mixing, and compressing, emitting a perilous aura.
“End this! Evil dragon! Take this!”
All the runes on Nasha’s golden armor flared as if cloaked in a coat of golden flame, and her momentum soared to its peak.
No hesitation remained; she beat her wings and closed in toward the red iron dragon temporarily held by the wind claw, preparing to use the Four Elements Burst Claw to end the battle.
At that instant,
she saw the evil dragon show no panic or fear. Instead, it peeled back its fanged maw and smiled in a chilling way.
“You’ve performed your flashy dances long enough for my taste.”
Gurgle! Gurgle!
Two vortices of dense black-red dragon qi burst up from behind his shoulder blades, raging and burning. In the blink of an eye, they condensed into two immense, sinewy dragon qi arms.
Thud! Thud!
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Like war drums beating a war rhythm, a heartbeat-like pounding echoed from Garoth’s chest, vibrating the surrounding air.
At that sound, his body swelled another time. Muscles bulged like mountain ranges, filled with explosive power.
At the same time,
Garoth thrust his arms outward forcefully.
The wind giant claw that had bound him was split apart purely by brute strength, torn to fragments and scattered into turbulent eddies.
Level 11 Dragon Qi Rotation!
Claw Mastery! Frenzied Burst Claw!
Frenzied lightning, mixed with Bloodburst-state surging dragon qi, converged like rivers rushing to the sea toward Garoth’s right claw.
The next moment,
Garoth’s talon had burst through the scattered gale and met Nasha’s glowing four-colored burst claw head-on.
Boom!!!
They collided bluntly.
A deafening explosive roar shook the heavens.
A visible shockwave expanded outward in rings, driving snow and cloud far apart and practically creating a vacuum zone.
Nasha felt an indescribable tremor travel up her right arm.
A massive force swept her whole body.
She had no doubt—if her father’s gifted armor had not absorbed the majority of the damage, she would by now have shattered scales, ruptured muscles, and possibly multiple fractured arm bones!
Even so,
the tremendous impact left her right arm wracked with pain, its sensation nearly gone for a short time.
“Is this really an level-18 evil dragon?” For a moment, Nasha wondered if the armor’s internal detection runes had misread and misclassified the red iron evil dragon’s life level.
A sharp sense of crisis froze her sober as if doused with cold water.
She beat her wings to pull away.
But it was too late.
Garoth’s left claw snatched Nasha’s long neck like a flash, while the two dragon qi arms sprang up and seized the roots of her wings as she tried to struggle.
“What?!”
Nasha was shaken to the core.
At the same time, Garoth, relying on his superior strength, held Nasha fast and they plummeted rapidly toward the ground together.
At the moment they neared a hard patch of frozen earth at the edge of the valley, he flipped with violent force.
Boom!
The ground groaned under the impact.
Heavy snow was blown away instantly by the downdraft and revealed the frozen soil beneath.
By this time, the golden-armored Nasha had been pinned hard into the collapsed crater,
one foreclaw choking her throat, while the two dragon qi giant arms held her wings in an almost embracing grip.
“This is bad—am I also going to become a captive of these evil dragons?”
Having failed to rescue her younger brother and now trapped herself, a cascade of images of being violated and humiliated by evil dragons flashed through Nasha’s mind.
She struggled fiercely.
But burning, heavy breaths came near her face; Garoth’s massive body pressed down like a crushing mountain, stifling all her struggles and resistance.