"This is your best?" Logan sneered, his voice dripping with disdain as he healed his wound using Lisa's magic.
Brian stared at him in awe, his fiery rage barely masking his disbelief. Monts before, Logan's bone had been visible through the gash, yet he had shrugged off the injury as if it were nothing, the potent healing magic returning the damage effortlessly.
"You think you're good just because you're in the air? Fine, let's play it your way," Brian growled. His frustration at its peak, he descended to the ground, heading toward a nearby goblin. To everyone's shock, Brian pierced the creature through its chest, a move that seed reckless and cruel.
Logan's eyes widened in horror. Though not directly connected to the goblin, it was still one of his creatures—and its needless death struck a nerve.
Fueled by anger, Logan rushed forward, severing his connection with Zephyr as he summoned Scorch. His mark flared brightly, glowing with raw energy as Zephyr materialized above him. Knowing his ti had co, Scorch took his place, the colossal dinosaur vanishing into Logan's taming tattoo.
"You wanted this? Alright." Logan's voice was cold, brimming with power as scales began to erge across his skin. The transformation surged forward, heat radiating intensely as his body took on draconic features. A snout ford near his nose, lined with sharp, gleaming fangs, his form crackling with unleashed strength.
Brian grinned, sensing an opportunity. Ceasing his assault on the creatures, he charged directly at Logan, his fist glowing with fiery energy. Logan stood firm, unyielding as Brian lunged at him.
With unflinching resolve, Logan raised his arm, eting Brian's punch head-on. Their fists collided with explosive force, the impact sending a fiery burst across the battlefield, the air trembling with the intensity of their clash.
While a few of Logan's scales chipped off his knuckles from the collision, he wasted no ti in repairing them. His eyes briefly assessed the damage, finding it negligible. Brian, however, fared worse—his gauntlet was shattered, unable to withstand the force of the strike. He clenched his fist, bewildered at the sheer durability of Logan's scales.
Logan's smile widened, knowing it would take Brian ti to recover and reequip. Without hesitation, Logan twisted his body, using the montum to hurl Brian toward a cluster of demons still fighting in the distance. His strategy was clear—if Brian was busy with demons, he wouldn't have the chance to call upon his two friends, who remained preoccupied with the overwhelming swarm of more than two thousand demons.
Around them, no one intervened. Everyone was deeply engaged in their own battles, leaving Logan grateful for the opportunity to face Brian uninterrupted.
This was his mont, and he had no intention of wasting it. He resolved to ensure Brian walked away from this fight barely clinging to life—teetering on the edge, if only to teach him the stark difference in their strength.
Using his powerful legs, Logan launched himself toward Brian, one hand pulled back, ready to strike as soon as he landed. Brian, still reeling from the earlier tail slam, quickly discarded his shattered weapon and equipped another.
Logan closed the gap in re seconds, slamming his fist into Brian's gauntlet. This one held up better than the last, its surface gleaming with what appeared to be Orichalcum.
"To think Ruben had the ti to craft a weapon like this for soone like you," Logan muttered, clicking his tongue in annoyance. Despite his frustration, he didn't relent, his fists hamring forward with relentless force. Yet, for the first ti, his strikes didn't seem to penetrate. The newly equipped gauntlets were built to endure far more punishnt and weren't going to break as easily as their predecessors.
anwhile, the demons, leaderless and panicked, began to scatter. So, in their desperation, succumbed to berserk rage, throwing themselves into the fray between the two combatants. Many were sent flying or died instantly, caught in the deadly clash of power. Others, unable to endure the intense heat radiating from the fight, found their skin charring and falling away, much like the once-vibrant battlefield, now scorched and barren.
Logan didn't hesitate to issue commands to his goblins and warks, urging them to retreat. As they moved to safety, he unleashed a powerful flathrower, sending an inferno toward Brian. The flas managed only to singe the edge of Brian's shirt, leaving the boy otherwise unhard.
Their battle continued in a fiery exchange, each strike resulting in the deaths of nearby demons. Logan's smile grew as he noticed Brian's mana dwindling with every fla shield he cast. Logan, on the other hand, relied solely on Scorch's natural abilities—unbreakable scales, scorching fire breath, and devastating talons—all of which required no mana. Each blow from Logan further pressed Brian into a corner, the difference in endurance slowly becoming evident.
Three consecutive blows to the face were enough to bring Brian to his knees, his strength failing as he could no longer keep going. Blood trickled down his face, but his defiance wavered, his breathing labored and uneven.
From the corner of his eye, Logan caught movent—George and Jonathan, rushing to their friend's aid. He had expected this and knew their intervention was inevitable.
Logan turned to face them, his draconic features casting a fearso shadow over the battlefield. His glowing eyes narrowed as an unearthly growl rumbled from his throat.
"Co," Logan snarled, his voice no longer human but sothing far more primal. "You think I'll forgive you two for what you did in the past?"
The air around him rippled with heat, his rage palpable as he prepared for the next confrontation.
Both boys felt goosebumps ripple across their skin as Logan's voice reverberated through the battlefield, the heat waves strong enough to even be felt from a distance. Yet, neither faltered.
Weapons in hand, they charged forward, their will unwavering. Logan, now unrecognizable as anything human, stood before them like a beast incarnate.
Spears and swords clashed against his scales, their strikes powerful but insufficient to penetrate without the aid of skills. Logan's defenses held firm, his draconic form proving nearly impenetrable.
With a thunderous stomp, Logan activated Blazing Stomp, liquefying the dirt beneath him into a pool of magma. The intense heat forced the two boys to leap back, while Brian, struggling to resist the scorching temperatures, used his elbows to drag himself away. Though his resistance held, the toll on his mana was undeniable.
"Don't run! Co at , fools!" Logan roared, his voice amplified by Blazing Roar. The sheer force of the shockwaves rippled outward, obliterating berserked demons who dared to rush into the fray.
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