It was like a speck of dust hitting a massive teor, only for both to bounce off to the sides.
Amidst the rolling waves of air, a deafening dragon roar erupted, Ronan landed heavily, his form unable to stop retreating, his feet plowing two deep grooves on the ground of the Stone Statue Square.
"Spit!"
Ronan spat out bloody saliva, the fresh blood in his body surged like a frenzy, large masses of black mist rolling around him, he shook the hand that he punched out with, his fingers stretching and then clenching again, his eyes sparkling like blue fire diamonds.
"Again."
Ronan stomped his foot, his body shot out like a cannonball, the black mist and long hair trailing behind him, like the tail fla of a rapidly streaking black teor.
"Boom!"
"Boom boom!"
The figures of man and dragon constantly collided, separated, then collided again, separated again...
The void trembled, sound waves rolled, if one ignored the huge difference in size between the two, the scene would seem like two ultimate beasts in a frenzied battle.
"Bang!"
After yet another collision, Ronan’s form flew back.
He took a deep breath, his naturally dangling arms were drenched with blood, covered with wounds burst open by the force of recoil, from which dark red fleshy shoots rapidly grew, intertwining like living things, and quickly healing under a continuous stream of vitality.
It must be admitted, even with [One Layered Shell Palace], mastering "Advanced" [Ancient Power], in terms of pure physical strength, there was still a certain gap between him and the legendary creature like a giant dragon.
Yet Ronan was in an unprecedentedly joyful mood, even without entering the [Extre Boiling Lake] state, the primal combat instincts awakened deep in his bloodline still made his whole fighting spirit burn like fire.
"In the Near Ancient Tis, how many in the entire Wizard World could, like , engage a dragon in close combat barehanded?!"
The life energy guidance system of [One Layered Shell Palace] was many tis more exquisite than his previous crude and brutal compression thod.
At this mont, Ronan’s body was like an ancient and precise instrunt, countless pale blue pipes connecting his entire being, every breath he took could arouse oceanic waves of life energy.
Ronan’s eyes shone, he took a deep breath and slowly raised his arms that had healed.
Every piece of skin and muscle across his body seed like well-forged iron, radiating a mysterious and strong aura under the light.
The rune patterns belonging to [Ancient Power] continued to grow on his body, manifesting more black mist.
He clasped his hands together, rged the roots of the two runes in his palms before his chest, and the rolling black mist around him instantly surged, gradually condensing into a giant, ancient and strange black battle axe above Ronan’s head.
On the axe surface, a rune pattern belonging to [Ancient Power] was gradually forming.
This was a new attack ans Ronan had unlocked after perfectly mastering the advanced [Ancient Power] relying on [Mara’s Body].
The mysterious black mist constituting this ans was a force Ronan had never encountered before.
Generated by himself, seemingly mixed with life energy, fresh blood, bone marrow, and a portion of soul power, etc.
Ronan nad it—"Aura".
Though it may not be entirely accurate, it was rely a simple way of definition.
The black battle axe was fully ford, absorbing all the black mist, fine black arcs and flas wrapped around the axe blade, wisps of black smoke draping down, connecting with Ronan’s body.
An ancient and terrifying pressure slowly spread out from the black battle axe.
The distant dragon roar abruptly halted.
Ronan looked up and saw a pair of dragon eyes filled with strands of horror and panic.
Ronan exhaled, feeling a strange sense of fusion with the pitch-black battle axe above his head, as if it were a part of his body, free of any obstruction or sluggishness.
"It’s been a while since I’ve used this part of my abilities..."
His gaze swept over his character panel, pausing briefly on the Master Level [Basic Swordsmanship].
During his apprenticeship, this was one of his relies, afterward, as his spell abilities continued to advance, the proficiency level of this skill hadn’t seen much improvent for a long ti.
Never thought it would be used again.
Though it’s [Basic Swordsmanship], after advancing to master level, it offered Ronan more control over his body and cold weapons, fittingly applied to the battle axe as well.
Ronan’s gaze locked onto the distant dark silver tailless dragon, with his pitch-black long hair wildly dancing behind him, patterns of fire and vines growing on his body, an invisible force emanating...
He calmly took a step forward, his figure drawing a blurred light in the void, the black battle axe accompanying right on his tail, reaching the dragon’s front in an instant, then raising his hand to make a downward slashing motion.
"Slash——"
The battle axe cleaved down, black arcs and flas leaping, rippling erged silently in the void, like black thunder falling.
Ti seed to slow down at this mont.
The dark silver tailless dragon growled, flapping its wings and raising its claws, striking straight toward the descending thunder-like axe light.
"Crack——"
Along with the sound of sothing seemingly breaking, an ear-splitting dragon roar exploded.
The massive dragon shadow soared up, stirring chaotic currents, Ronan retreated carrying the axe, squinting his eyes, instantly spotting the dark silver tailless dragon’s claw front, smooth, unexpectedly having been chopped off by the axe just now!
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