A Dragon against the Whole World

Chapter 190: Chapter 181: You Have a Second Phase Too?

Raising his hand, he gazed at the Red Iron Dragon descending from the sky, its aura flickering like clouds hanging from the heavens.

Baal’s pupils contracted tightly.

He had always been alert to the Red Iron Dragon, not using his full strength in the previous fight, thus he reacted immediately.

In terms of size, Baal stood over eight meters tall, his body like an iron tower, muscles straining to burst through his skin, tall and mighty, not inferior in appearance to the Red Iron Dragon’s tail, which occupied much of its body length, even appearing more colossal and formidable, like a Minotaur Giant.

But even so.

Facing the terrifying impact of the Red Iron Dragon, which accumulated massive kinetic energy, resisting it head-on was the most foolish choice.

In a moment of danger, Baal lifted his right hoof, stomping the ground sharply, as a large area of the surface cracked and shattered, he was already shooting out.

Crash!

The ground trembled violently.

The shockwave, carrying waves of earth and debris, swept across the battlefield, burying and overturning a large number of units from both sides, causing the battlefield to pause momentarily in sheer terror.

Suddenly, the swirling dust was torn apart.

The Red Iron Dragon’s wings pulsed, skimming the ground fast, rushing towards Baal who stood across.

This time, Baal did not retreat, instead, he stepped forward. ℯℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

The ground erupted with three black obsidian peaks, piercing towards the Red Iron Dragon like the fangs of a giant beast from the abyss.

Galos shifted his body slightly, the wing blade scraped the edge of the stone peak, cutting it in half, amidst the flying debris, the Dragon Claw tore towards Baal’s throat.

Clang!

The Bloodhoof Chieftain lowered his head, the horns collided with the Dragon Claw, sparks burst like a torrential rain, and the rock beneath Baal’s feet collapsed with a boom, but he used the momentum to lean back, a tuft of dark flame igniting on his left hoof, striking towards the dragon’s belly like a battle axe.

However, it didn’t hit.

The Red Iron Dragon’s wings flipped back, churning with dark red flames, and after one strike with the Bloodhoof Chieftain, without lingering, it soared straight into the sky.

”Cowardly lizard, do you only dare to stay in the sky?”

The Bloodhoof Chieftain’s voice boomed low and deep.

”Come down and fight me!”

He pounded his chest and roared.

Galos didn’t like speaking much during battle.

He remained indifferent to the Bloodhoof Chieftain’s taunt, locking his eyes coldly on him, spiraling to gather kinetic energy, once again charging towards the Bloodhoof Chieftain with an unstoppable posture.

Baal temporarily avoided the edge, ready to retreat at any moment, not confronting the Red Iron Dragon’s aerial collision head-on.

As he was about to land, Galos did not strike the ground meaninglessly again, he flapped his wings, changed direction at the cost of consuming most of his kinetic energy, nearly diving along the ground, extending his wings like guillotine blades, approaching the Bloodhoof Chieftain, cutting in half several Minotaurs charging madly at him along the way.

In an instant of closeness.

Galos suddenly turned, his dragon wings whirled, slashing towards the Bloodhoof Chieftain like giant blades.

Baal retreated several steps, avoiding multiple consecutive Dragon Wing attacks, just as he was about to counterattack, its thick Dragon Tail swung towards him through the air.

The Red Iron Dragon instantaneously transformed into a terrifying war weapon.

His wings and Dragon Tail were deadly weapons, every swing of his sharp claws was swift as lightning, with ruthless and cunning angles, his assault was relentless, like a storm sweeping over the Bloodhoof Chieftain, though not hitting vital parts, it left dense blood marks on him.

Baal was no weakling.

Realizing the Red Iron Dragon’s swift assault, continually retreating meant only being hit constantly.

He decisively stopped stepping back, choosing offense over defense.

His iron-like fists pounded onto the Red Iron Dragon, with surging power, and high-frequency vibrations penetrated the Dragon Scales and flesh, causing damage to the organs, impossible to be entirely isolated by the double-layered Dragon Scales.

Yet, Galos occasionally fought in close quarters with Baal, sometimes soaring at high speed, his assault unpredictable.

His agility surpassed the Minotaur Chieftain, not being hit many times, and even if struck, unless on a vital part, it didn’t matter much.

Boom!

The Bloodhoof Chieftain’s heavy punch slammed into Galos’ shoulder.

Exploding scales shattered instantly, flames wrapped with fragments and sharp spines, licking Baal’s body, leaving scorched marks on him, fragments and spines embedded in the flesh.

Even when the Bloodhoof Chieftain’s attacks landed, the Red Iron Dragon could inflict counter-damage on him.

Moreover, Galos’s own offensive was extremely fierce and swift, with claws, wings, dragon tail........ the Bloodhoof Chieftain’s body bore several bone-deep wounds.

Slightly sidestepping, narrowly avoiding the dragon tail’s strike, the tip of the tail grazed his chest, leaving a bloody gash.

With a fierce look in his eyes, Bal reached out and grabbed the tail of the Red Iron Dragon, trying to swing it and smash it down.

However, just as he grabbed it, a fierce tearing pain spread through his palm.

The scales on Galos’s dragon tail were also like blades, ripping the flesh of Bal’s palm, making it bleed profusely, and completely unable to hold on.

As the capture attempt failed.

Galos turned around, the dragon wings killing a Minotaur Warrior trying to aid the Chieftain, alternated the claws left and right, landing consecutively on Bal’s body, forcing his towering frame to retreat repeatedly, and ultimately Galos used his dragon horns to lift him into the air.

Following up with a blast of Flaming Dragon Breath.

Bal’s body was lifted to the sky by the magma-like flames, tracing a parabola and landing heavily on the ground, his entire skin almost turned to charcoal, his breath weakened significantly.

”Did I overestimate him?”

The Red Iron Dragon squinted slightly, gaze falling upon the charred figure of Bal.

Both were equally skilled in close combat.

In intense hand-to-hand combat, without any flashy skills, it was clear who was stronger and who was weaker; if not a situation of equal strength, the stronger one always managed to quickly subdue the weaker.

Recalling the previous battle.

Although Bal’s attacks were very threatening, the accompanying penetrating shock caused internal pain, but it didn’t constitute real danger.

His counterattack shattered nearly eighty percent of the explosive scales on Galos’s body, breaking many thorns.

But that was all.

The explosive scales were just one layer of defense for Galos, and the thorns could regenerate.

Now, apart from some exhaustion and the depletion of explosive scales, Galos’s true injuries were not severe.

”Something’s off, the other leaders of the Bloodhoof Clan seemed unreactive to the Chieftain’s condition.”

Galos noticed how the other Minotaurs were still fiercely fighting against the Molten Iron Legion, their morale not in the slightest diminished, which was clearly abnormal; the leader’s severe injury should have been enough to destroy the resolve of most warriors.

”In any case, first, kill him completely.”

Galos took another deep breath, exhaled searing flames, intending to turn Bal into ashes.

Suddenly, Bal’s charred body moved, with great speed, dodging the Dragon Breath attack.

Crack, crack.

Bal’s charred body suddenly cracked like pottery, and countless crimson flesh sprouts surged out, entwining like thousands of venomous snakes, instantly weaving a new pitch-black skin.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Lava blood flowed from the cracks in Bal’s skin, igniting instantly, turning into surging black demonic flames, his body swelling again, muscles layering upon muscles, his skin turning to a metallic black iron sheen.

Finally.

Standing over ten meters tall, like a demon emerging from the abyss, a monstrous figure appeared before Galos, an overwhelming sense of danger rushing forth, completely different from before.

”Demonic bloodline activated, this is his true power.”

”But, does the ordinary atavism demon blood possess such strength? This guy seems a bit abnormal.”

Galos ascended into the sky, gazing down at the abyssal demon-like Bloodhoof Chieftain.

Standing on the ground, pitch-black eyes locked onto the Red Iron Dragon, Bal spoke in a low, deep voice, like boulders rolling down a mountain peak, saying, ”To push me into the state of boiling demon blood, I acknowledge your strength.”

He said, ”Now, let us truly begin.”

”I will snap your neck, using your life to forge a path to greater strength.”

Entering the second stage, Bal felt the surging power within, brimming with confidence.

He let out a low roar, his expression twisted in pain, his body slightly hunched.

The scapula suddenly pierced through the back muscles, the ivory bones visibly growing and extending, eventually forming a pair of bat-like demonic wings with a span of over twenty meters.

Then.

Bal flapped his demonic wings, stirring up a storm, instantly leaving the ground battlefield, soaring skyward, charging towards the Red Iron Dragon.

On the ground, the Molten Iron Legion and Bloodhoof Team were still locked in mutual slaughter, while in the higher skies, the Bloodhoof Chieftain and Red Iron Dragon were engaged in fierce combat.