Ex rank talent Awakening: 100% Dodge rate Chapter 252 - CHAPTER 252: BATTLING THE DRAGON KING III

Rebecca was forced to play defense.

A constant barrage from the undying beasts — flamy monstrosities rising again and again — kept her pinned down, never allowing her a chance to close the distance between her and the Dragon King. Each ti she tried to advance, more flaming titans erged from the magma below, their bodies regenerating faster than she could strike them down.

High above, the Dragon King sat upon his throne of obsidian and lava, watching the battle with calmness… and arrogance. His wings folded regally behind him, his eyes glowed with amusent. This was a spectacle to him — a ga in which he would wait for his prey to tire herself out, then strike the finishing blow. In the long run, exhaustion would claim her. Then he would move in and end the despicable being before him.

Rebecca, noticing the Dragon King's composed gaze, realized his plan. But she didn't speak. No clever taunt. No words of defiance. Instead, she narrowed her eyes and let her actions speak louder.

Her sword glead as a dark aura — sinister and dense — slowly coiled around the blade. It was no ordinary enchantnt. This was the power of Law, seeping into her weapon, strengthening her strikes with a fundantal truth that transcended elental resistance or regeneration.

With a casual swing, she cleaved a towering fla titan in half. At first, the strike seed no different than her others. But the arc of dark energy that followed — a curved flash of void-like power — cut clean through the beast, and the flas that once composed its body began to disintegrate, consud by the dark aura. Unlike the others before it, the titan did not reform. It stayed dead.

The Dragon King's brows furrowed in surprise. He hadn't even seen what truly happened — it was too fast, too foreign to his senses.

The titan was gone.

Gone for good.

"What did you do?" the Dragon King asked, confusion breaking through his regal composure.

Rebecca offered him no answer. She simply continued. Calm and focused, her sword sang through the air. Each swing, each arc of darkness that followed, carved through the flaming beasts like paper. And one by one, they fell — and did not rise again.

The tide was turning.

For the first ti, the Dragon King's expression darkened. His frown deepened as he watched the numbers of his flamy minions dwindle — faster and faster. They were being annihilated. Not destroyed and rebuilt, but completely consud.

It didn't take long. Rebecca's efficient, graceful slaughter continued until the battlefield was clear. All the flaming beasts were gone. The world returned to silence, leaving just her and the Dragon King once more — with a knowing smile now gracing her lips.

"How did you do it?" the Dragon King asked again, his voice a mix of curiosity and disbelief.

"Your childish play of king is useless before soone that wields a Law," Rebecca replied, flying slowly toward him.

The Dragon King blinked, unable to grasp her words. To him, they sounded like nonsense or perhaps a bluff ant to intimidate. He believed she was rely playing mind gas — trying to unnerve him.

And perhaps he couldn't be blad. After all, he was one of the strongest beings in the universe. Among the first to be created — alongside the First Celestial, the First Demon, and the Spirit King. The four primordial sovereigns.

When the universe first gave birth to existence, these four were the first fruits of its will. Afterward ca the multitude of races — the major ones descending directly from these four, while the minor races were ford last, created from fragnts, leftovers, or external elents.

Three of the four — the Celestial, the Demon, and the Dragon King — had declared their supremacy over all other beings. Using their own blood, they spawned descendants, increasing their races in number with the universe's blessing. For a ti, the will of the universe supported this process, enabling them to create offspring directly. But that privilege had a limit.

The First Celestial had birthed twelve children with the help of their race. Those twelve then created twenty-four more. And those twenty-four gave rise to twenty-eight. But with each generation, the strength diminished. Even so, only the celestials still retained the universe's gift of self-propagation to this day.

The First Demon created two initial demons, then seven more in the next generation. After that, only a third wave was possible before he lost the ability. All he could create afterward were demonic beasts, birthed from his blood — a gift of the universe's will.

The Dragon King himself created seven dragons before his gift ended. The rest of his kind were born through intimacy with the female dragons he had fashioned from his own essence. This was why the dragon race, despite their potential, remained few in number — even if dragonesses could lay dozens of eggs at a ti.

In the end, the Dragon King only fathered one true son — Drakonix — through natural birth. All other dragons were descended from Drakonix's bloodline.

The Spirit King was the most unique. He created spirits not through birth, but through pure will — creating life that was entirely dependent on his own existence. Spirits could also be ford through external ans, but their lifeforce always remained tied to the Spirit King. When he fought against the dominion of the other three and lost, he perished… and with him, the entire spirit race went extinct.

The Dragon King, powerful as he was, had never known what lay beyond his abilities. Having no equal above him, he had never learned of forces beyond his grasp. He knew of concepts — vague and mighty — but nothing about Laws. The will of the universe had ensured it remained that way, hiding anything that could rival its own power.

And now… soone wielded it.

Soone who wasn't supposed to exist — at least, not like this.

His confusion turned to irritation. He felt insulted.

"Dragon Armor," the Dragon King growled.

Flas surged around his massive body. His already impervious dragon scales ignited, rging with a set of armor ford entirely of condensed fire. This was the second ability of his inner world — a defense technique born from the lava core beneath him.

With his confidence restored, the Dragon King slowly rose from his throne. The finale was drawing near.

Then he leapt — diving straight into the lava magma below.

The magma rippled… and boiled violently.

He resurfaced a mont later — but he wasn't alone.

Five other dragons erged with him, each identical to him in size, strength, and power. They were clones — perfect copies created through his third and final inner world ability. By diving into the magma, the core of the world analyzed his body, then replicated him using pure fla. These clones bore all his strengths and abilities.

The five dragons spread their wings, surrounding Rebecca from all sides. Their glowing eyes locked onto her. Without a word, they acted in perfect synchronization.

All six dragons opened their jaws — and unleashed a hellstorm of fla.

Dragon fire, empowered by the very essence of this inner world, surged toward Rebecca from every direction. The heat was enough to lt stars, their breath refined by centuries of power and raw destruction.

But she didn't flinch.

Instead, Rebecca gazed at them with calm, almost bored eyes.

"It seems… this is the peak of your strength," she said softly. "Then I guess there's no need to hold back anymore."

The six dragons hesitated — not physically, but ntally. Their eyes twitched in confusion. How could she remain calm with six streams of fire heading toward her?

Then they saw it.

Her eyes glowed blue, eerie and radiant. A deep, dense dark aura erupted from her body, coiling around her like a living entity. The air grew heavy — a sinister pressure emanating from her soul.