novelraw Chapter 352 - 229: Legend and Dragon
Chapter 352 - 229: Legend and Dragon
The nobles, initially panicked and eager to leave, couldn't help but stop in their tracks.
Whether it was legendary warriors or the combat of a young Red Dragon, many had only witnessed such sights in bards' tales.
Upon suddenly hearing that the Red Dragon was an invitee of their king, they assumed some agreement had been reached, with this battle intended to catalyze it.
Yet, despite their mental preparation, the Luervaden spectators, already shaken by the sudden appearance of six Evil Dragons, erupted into excited shouts as the legendary Dragon Slayer charged.
In that instant, the legendary warrior displayed a speed seemingly unattainable by mortals. The edges of his leather breeches and the crimson tip of his spear appeared to leave a red afterimage on the onlookers' retinas.
In mere seconds, he crossed nearly half the great arena, heading straight for the Red Dragon's head, clearly not intending to dodge.
Meanwhile, Rosinde, standing on the arena's outer wall, instantly recognized the various Martial Techniques Baptiste had unleashed. These included skills characteristic of Rosinde's own people, the Barbarians: Rage, Unyielding Will, Avenger, Quick Movement, and Barbarian Instinct.
Numerous techniques that stimulated his potential erupted simultaneously, making the Dragon Slayer resemble a miniature giant, his body swelling and turning red.
Baptiste also understood that Dragon Breath was a killing blow on the battlefield for anyone weaker than a Dragon. However, against a legendary warrior, especially an experienced Dragon Slayer like himself, it might merely serve as a smokescreen, obscuring the Dragon's own vision.
Yet, just as many observers—including the legendary Dwarf Bergin and Rosinde—unanimously thought David would forgo a preemptive Dragon Breath, a surge of Mana Energy and heat, capable of striking terror and suffocation into mortals, burst forth from the Red Dragon.
David's chest and throat glowed as red-hot as forged iron. The magical runes on the cover of the Book of the Dragon, embedded in the Nirvana Wheel on his chest, also began to illuminate gradually.
This power level stunned King Klinsmann. He almost instinctively predicted this Dragon Breath could inundate the great arena's spectator stands and immediately commanded in a deep voice, "Evacuate everyone from the great arena immediately! The west side—no, evacuate them all! Quick!!!"
For a moment, he even feared the tragedy was inevitable.
However, David did not release his fiery Dragon Breath. Instead, it gathered and intensified, causing the air around the entire Dragon to visibly distort.
This bought the civilians, who were beginning to panic anew, a few precious moments to evacuate.
Under his Gaze of Greed, David foresaw that Baptiste, one second later, would sharply turn to evade the Dragon Breath, then leap high into the air, his spear tracing a perfect arc aimed directly at David's throat.
David, face alight with excitement and ferocity, raised an Abyssal Iron Greatsword. Anticipating Baptiste's move, he swung the sword straight down.
Baptiste's calm demeanor changed abruptly. The Red Dragon's reaction completely defied his instincts!
But as a legendary warrior, Baptiste still trusted his physical reactions and combat instincts. He sidestepped, barely evading the guillotine-like greatsword. However, the ground beneath him crumbled from the tremendous impact, launching him into the air.
The sensation was akin to a loose stone slab struck by a speeding cargo carriage, flinging water droplets and dust into the air. Only, he wasn't the carriage driver; he was the flung water and dust.
It's coming! Baptiste judged.
Amidst the flying dust and debris, the Red Dragon, which had been intently watching him, finally opened its mouth. A torrent of flame, far brighter and more intense than Baptiste had ever conceived, erupted along with a blinding crimson light.
Then, before everyone's eyes, the flames seemingly engulfed the Dragon Slayer. The blast swept across the great arena's ground like a Pillar of Destruction and, just as Klinsmann had predicted, slammed into the high walls.
Sentries on the Royal Capital's outer walls, who had been idly observing the commotion in the great arena, witnessed an unforgettable sight. The great arena's high walls suddenly glowed fiery red and appeared to melt instantaneously.
WHOOSH! A torrent of crimson light erupted, sweeping over the Royal Capital. It then slammed directly into the city walls several kilometers away, tearing out a section as if a colossal beast had taken a bite, before vanishing into the sky beyond the fields.
Only a scorching wind billowed past, testifying that the terrifying preceding strike was no illusion.
"AHHH!!!" Only then did the spectators on the western stands, who had earlier complained when guards tried to prevent them from watching, finally scream and cry. They scrambled away, clutching at their singed clothes, fleeing the western stands where a terrifying chasm had appeared, threatening to collapse.
A chilling fear gripped them as they realized that if the Dragon Slayer had jumped slightly higher, or if the Red Dragon's Catastrophe Magic had persisted a moment longer, several hundred of them would have perished.
It wasn't just the western stands; all commoners terrified by the Light Burst Dragon Breath fled in disarray. Only a few individuals with fervent eyes, along with various superhumans, remained. Shocked yet thrilled, they watched this 'Dragon Slaying Battle'—a spectacle beyond their wildest imaginations—eyes wide as they searched for the Dragon Slayer's figure.