novelraw Chapter 173: Drakina Being Pushed Back
Chapter 173: Drakina Being Pushed Back
In the heated heart of the battlefield, Drakina faced Alfred with unwavering focus, her every move a testament to her calculated combat style. She briefly glanced at Ophelia, who had efficiently dealt with the underlings, a slight nod acknowledging her comrade’s prowess.
That fleeting moment of distraction was all Alfred needed. With a surge of confidence, he lunged forward, his fist engulfed in roaring flames, aimed directly at Drakina. Her reaction was swift; she raised her arms in defense, effortlessly parrying the fiery punch with a calm grace.
Alfred, far from discouraged, sneered at her with a mix of disdain and amusement. "You are strong," he admitted, "but I am stronger." His voice was brimming with the arrogance of a man who believed himself unbeatable. In an instant, a more intense and ferocious burst of flame enveloped him, creating a blazing aura of raw power.
Declaring himself as a Tier 4 Ascendant, the strongest being in the world, Alfred puffed out his chest, his stance radiating superiority. His eyes were alight with the fire of someone who relished in their own strength.
Drakina’s response to his boast was a soft, mocking laugh. It was a sound that seemed out of place amid the clashing of powers, yet it perfectly captured her view of Alfred’s arrogance.
Alfred’s face turned a shade darker, anger seeping into his features. "What are you laughing at?" he demanded, his voice rising in a mix of irritation and disbelief.
Drakina, maintaining her stoic demeanor with a hint of a smirk, replied coolly, "Your claim of being the strongest is laughable. Such arrogance."
Enraged by her mockery, Alfred’s fury became palpable. "You’ll regret those words," he growled, the flames around him growing wilder, more intense, as if feeding off his anger.
Drakina, unfazed by his display of power, summoned her weapon, Mythical Resonance. The weapon materialized in her hands, its form fluid and adaptable, mirroring her readiness to face whatever Alfred had in store.
The tension between them was like a taut string, ready to snap. Alfred, shrouded in his fiery aura and brimming with rage, faced off against Drakina, the embodiment of calm and controlled power. Their eyes locked, neither willing to back down, a silent battle of wills and strength unfolding.
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The confrontation between Alfred and Drakina intensified, with both combatants poised for the next move. Alfred, fueled by arrogance and power, was the first to strike. He lunged forward, aiming a powerful punch with his right fist directly at Drakina.
Drakina, with her usual stoic demeanor, swiftly dodged his attack. She countered quickly, shifting her weapon, Mythical Resonance, into its sword form and slashing towards Alfred. However, Alfred was quick to react, blocking her attack with his left hand, his movements sharp and precise.
Not missing a beat, Alfred opened his right hand, unleashing a burst of flame that hurled towards Drakina. Due to their close proximity, Drakina had no room to dodge. She braced herself and used Mythical Resonance to block the fiery onslaught, the impact pushing her back a few steps.
"What do you think of my power?" Alfred taunted, a smirk spreading across his face as he watched Drakina steady herself.
Drakina, unaffected by his taunts, simply replied, "Still too weak." Her voice was calm, almost dismissive, which only served to infuriate Alfred further.
Alfred’s face contorted with rage at her words. "I’ll make you regret your arrogance," he swore, his hands igniting with even larger flames. "I will kill you."
Drakina stood ready, her weapon in hand, her expression unchanging. She prepared for Alfred’s next move, her stance steady and unyielding.
The battle between Alfred and Drakina continued with increasing intensity. Alfred, brimming with arrogance, unleashed a barrage of moves, each more aggressive than the last. He moved rapidly, combining his flame abilities with physical strikes, creating a relentless onslaught.
Alfred’s attacks came in quick succession – a fiery uppercut followed by a spinning kick surrounded by a ring of fire. He was like a tempest, a whirlwind of flames and fury, attempting to overwhelm Drakina with sheer force.
Drakina, on the other hand, remained the epitome of stoic calm amidst the storm. She expertly utilized the many forms of her Mythical Resonance to both attack and defend. The weapon shifted seamlessly from a sword to a shield and then to a spear, each transformation perfectly timed to counter Alfred’s moves.
Despite her skill, the sheer power of Alfred’s attacks began to take its toll. With each block and counter, Drakina was slowly being pushed back. The force of Alfred’s flame-enhanced punches and the heat of his fiery kicks were relentless.
"You can’t withstand my power forever!" Alfred boasted, his voice loud and confident. He unleashed a particularly powerful flame blast, aiming it straight at Drakina.
Drakina shifted her weapon into a large shield form, bracing herself against the fiery wave. The impact was immense, and she skidded back, her boots carving lines in the scorched earth.
Alfred laughed, seeing her being pushed back. "What’s the matter? Losing your strength?" he taunted, his eyes alight with the thrill of the battle.
Drakina, however, did not respond with words. She gritted her teeth and pushed forward, her weapon now transforming into a long, sleek pike. She lunged at Alfred with renewed vigor, her every move precise and calculated.
As the battle between Alfred and Drakina raged on, the intensity of Alfred’s attacks increased. Drakina, though highly skilled and stoic, found herself being gradually overpowered. Alfred’s relentless barrage of flame-infused strikes began to take their toll.
Drakina was pushed back further, her movements becoming slightly less precise under the onslaught. Her clothes were singed at the edges, and her skin showed signs of burns and battering from the intense heat and force of Alfred’s attacks.
"You’re not as tough as you thought, are you?" Alfred jeered, his voice echoing with triumph. He unleashed another fierce wave of flames, the heat so intense it distorted the air around them.
Drakina raised her weapon, now in the form of a broad shield, to protect herself. But the impact was too strong, and she was knocked back, her feet dragging across the ground. The force of the blow left her momentarily disoriented, her breathing heavy.
Despite her battered state, Drakina’s expression remained resolute. She refused to show any sign of defeat or weakness. However, it was clear that she was struggling to keep up with the ferocity of Alfred’s enhanced power.
Alfred, seeing her in this vulnerable state, laughed mockingly. "What happened to all that confidence? I thought you said I was too weak," he taunted, stepping closer to deliver another strike.
Drakina, gathering her remaining strength, shifted her weapon into a spear and lunged at Alfred, attempting to regain the offensive. But her movements were slower now, hampered by her injuries.