"The ship’s anchor instantly transford into the greatsword in Lord Rein’s hand? Is this witchcraft? This freaking feels like a miracle!"
"Georgia, is there such witchcraft?" Fandar couldn’t help but ask his second-level wizard apprentice sister, Georgia.
"Uh... it seems there is one called the tal Morphing Spell, but there’s no way it could be done as quickly as Lord Rein just did. Besides, the opponent’s anchor is almost a ton heavy..."
"To reach Lord Rein’s current level, even an official wizard would probably have to asure it by minutes..." Georgia pondered for a mont, then explained.
For a mont, no one knew what to say.
...
Just when Rein was about to use the greatsword to strike the giant Dune in front of him, Dune reacted extrely quickly. He imdiately discarded the anchor handle in his hands, grabbed Rein around the waist, and tackled him to the ground.
In such close-range hand-to-hand combat, the dual-handed greatsword that transford from an anchor in Rein’s hand beca a burden and was promptly thrown aside by him.
The two of them instantly started grappling with each other.
Thus, the two beings, who were like giants compared to ordinary people, were now brawling like street thugs, punching each other.
Of course, the intensity was much stronger, and in an instant, dirt flew, and dust filled the air!
A few lobster n, who didn’t dodge in ti, were turned into shrimp paste as they got brushed by the two.
You could see Dune delivering a heavy punch to Rein’s waist and abdon, but the muscle shock absorption combined with the defense of Dragon Scale made this heavy punch barely painful for Rein.
And Rein’s swift claw strike, although it landed on Dune’s tight blue scaly skin, encountered significant resistance.
It seed that so faint blue energy on the opponent’s surface was resisting his sharp claws, leaving only five thin bloodlines on Dune’s chest.
"Hiss!"
"Bang! Bang!"
Close-quarters grappling exhausted physical strength, and in less than two minutes, Dune started panting heavily, while Rein, with his third point boost, once again restored his energy to peak level, maintaining his Dragon-man General form to launch a fierce attack.
At this mont, he was riding on the Deep Sea Giant Commander Dune, occasionally using the top secret technique ’Heavy Punch Combo’ to strike Dune’s massive head, forcing Dune to cover his head in defense.
"Human, you..."
"Bang!" A punch hit Dune’s eye socket.
"You’ve angered..." Dune grew increasingly furious!
"Bang!" Rein’s punch struck Dune’s jaw, interrupting his words again.
"Angered, bang!... Great, bang!... Dune, bang!"
Rein’s successive punches stopped Dune from completing even a slightly full sentence.
"Human, bang!... you, bang!..."
And with Rein’s heavy strikes, Dune’s hands covering his head loosened, exposing a flaw.
Rein landed another punch on Dune’s temple, making him see stars.
"Ah!" Dune finally couldn’t take it anymore and began to scream in agony!
"Stop, bang!... Stop, bang!..."
The attitude of the Deep Sea Giant Commander Dune began to undergo a 180-degree turn.
You think I’ll stop just because you tell to?
That would be too humiliating, right?
At least let give you two more punches.
This genuinely frightened Dune and made him anxious.
He felt that if it continued, he would be beaten to death by this guy in front of him!
"I surrender, bang!... I surrender!" Dune quickly begged for rcy.
When Rein stopped his assault, the head of Dune, now swollen like a pig’s head, surprisingly began to cry tears of joy!
He had survived.
What a relief...
This scene naturally left everyone nearby dumbfounded.
Fandar swore he had never seen such a satisfying battle in his life.
Using fists to make a ten-ter-tall giant with tough skin and thick flesh beg for rcy? Not even the Wandering Bard’s fairy tales would dare to write like that.
He wouldn’t even dare to dream of it!
He had already thought it out, perhaps he could spread the tale of Lord Rein beating up the Deep Sea Giant Commander Dune, and soon, a Wandering Bard would sing it across the Wailing Wind Fjord.
Before long, it would spread throughout the entire Frostwind Prairie region...
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anwhile.
The intense ground shaking and Dune’s whimpering made Harvers, Eshura, and Diyaam in the distance all change their expressions dramatically!
"That’s Dune’s voice! Who could make Dune make such a sound of surrender?" The beautiful face of the Naga High Priest Eshura showed no trace of joy but only unprecedented seriousness.
Although the Deep Sea Giant Commander Dune was extrely tyrannical, his strength was undeniably strong, even Eshura considered herself not his match.
But now, from the sound, Dune was clearly on the losing end, and even seed to be begging the enemy for rcy.
At this point, what Harvers thought was almost identical to what Eshura thought.
Who on earth is the enemy?
Who could push the Deep Sea Giant Commander Dune to such an extent?
The group hastened their pace forward, and soon, the silhouettes of the two giant beings ca into view!
They saw, ten minutes ago, the once high-spirited Deep Sea Giant Commander Dune, now beaten until his face was swollen like a pig’s head, with a huge Dragon-man sitting on him and delivering heavy blows.
Diyaam, upon seeing this figure, imdiately widened his eyes, with a look as if he’d seen a ghost, mumbled: "Isn’t that Rein!"
"Damn! How did he end up at Wailing Wind Fjord?"
The person before his eyes was none other than Rein himself!
It was known that the sight of Rein transford into a Dragon-man left such a deep shadow on Diyaam’s heart, that even if he turned to ash, he wouldn’t forget!
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