Chapter 85: Borzoi vs Maxwell 6
Borzoi stared at the hand gripping his fist.
Then suddenly—
He laughed.
Not nervously.
Not cautiously.
But loudly.
The kind of laugh that ca from soone who had finally found sothing interesting after being bored for far too long.
"Hah!"
His grin widened.
"So what now?"
His voice carried mockery again.
"What are you gonna do about it?"
The mont the words left his mouth—
Maxwell disappeared.
Borzoi’s eyes widened.
Too fast.
A violent force slamd into his side before he could fully react.
Boom!
The kick landed directly against his remaining arm, which he barely managed to raise in ti to defend himself. The impact alone caused the muscles in his shoulder to tremble violently, and the next instant, Borzoi’s entire body was launched across the battlefield like a cannonball.
The earth exploded beneath him.
Tall grasses bent and tore apart as his body crashed through them one after another, leaving behind a long path of destruction that stretched across the land. Dirt erupted into the air while shattered stones spun wildly from the force alone.
Borzoi continued sliding.
The ground cracked beneath his feet as he tried to stop himself.
His remaining arm trembled from the collision.
Then finally—
He halted.
A deep line carved through the earth beneath him.
Silence followed briefly.
Wind passed through the broken grasses.
Then—
Borzoi straightened himself.
He was still standing.
His grin returned.
"That’s it?"
He spat blood to the side.
"You hit harder now, but you still can’t put
down."
His tone carried ridicule again, though his breathing had beco slightly rougher than before.
Far away, Maxwell slowly walked forward.
The white and golden aura surrounding him had grown denser now, wrapping around his body like flowing flas. The dragon-shaped shadow behind him had not disappeared either. If anything, it looked even clearer than before.
Maxwell’s glowing eyes remained fixed on Borzoi.
Cold.
Silent.
Borzoi smirked again.
"What?"
"You gonna stare
to death?"
But then—
His expression changed.
A sharp stinging sensation suddenly spread through his arm.
"...Hm?"
He looked down.
Then froze.
Blood splattered across the grass.
A deep wound had appeared across his remaining hand.
Fresh blood slowly dripped from the injury.
Borzoi stared at it.
For the first ti since the fight began—
His smile disappeared.
I defended that.
The thought imdiately crossed his mind.
Then how...?
Before he could think further—
Maxwell was suddenly in front of him.
Too close.
Too fast.
Borzoi barely widened his eyes before another kick slamd into his body.
Boom!
The impact sounded like exploding thunder.
His red skin cracked slightly from the force, and blood burst outward into the air as his body flew once again. This ti the montum was far more violent than before.
The ground tore apart beneath him.
Trees snapped.
Rocks shattered.
A long crimson trail appeared across the land from the blood dragged by his body.
Then—
Maxwell followed.
Like a streak of light.
Borzoi had barely regained control of himself when another strike ca crashing down.
A fist.
Then a knee.
Then another kick.
Each attack flowed into the next without pause, overwhelming him completely.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Every collision shook the battlefield.
Borzoi raised his arm to defend.
The first strike blocked successfully.
But the second ca imdiately afterward.
Then the third.
Then the fourth.
Even when he defended one attack, the next one still landed before he could recover.
Again and again.
Relentless.
Violent.
Maxwell moved like a storm that refused to stop.
Borzoi’s body trembled from repeated impacts.
His red skin protected him from fatal damage, but the pressure behind every strike still forced blood from his mouth again and again.
His feet dug into the earth.
His muscles tightened.
Yet he continued getting pushed backward.
Another punch slamd into his ribs.
Another knee struck his stomach.
Then a kick smashed directly into his jaw, forcing his head sideways with explosive force.
Boom!
Borzoi crashed through a large boulder.
The stone exploded apart instantly.
Before the debris even settled—
Maxwell appeared above him and drove his foot downward.
Borzoi crossed his arm to defend.
The impact still forced him into the ground.
A crater erupted beneath him.
Dirt and shattered rock exploded upward like waves.
Maxwell did not stop.
He attacked again.
And again.
And again.
Borzoi’s expression finally changed completely.
The mockery vanished.
The arrogance vanished.
Only seriousness remained.
Damn it...
His instincts scread at him.
I got careless.
His thoughts raced rapidly.
This isn’t the old battlefield anymore.
This is the continent where Young Warchief lives.
The realization struck him hard.
Ever since eting Clay, everything inside Borzoi had changed.
The continent no longer felt ordinary.
Every strange creature.
Every abnormal existence.
Every impossible phenonon.
Everything now felt dangerous.
And because of that—
He realized sothing important.
I can’t underestimate anyone here anymore.
The mont that thought crossed his mind—
Borzoi roared.
"AAAAAAHHHHH!"
His skin darkened further.
The red color spread violently across his body, becoming deeper, hotter, more intense than before. Veins bulged along his remaining arm while steam erupted from his skin.
The air around him distorted.
The ground beneath his feet cracked.
His muscles expanded slightly.
Then—
A violent aura burst outward from him.
Boom!
Maxwell’s next strike collided against Borzoi’s guard.
This ti—
Borzoi did not move.
Maxwell’s eyes narrowed slightly.
Borzoi slowly lowered his arm.
His grin returned again.
But now—
It looked far more savage.
"Now we’re talking."
His voice sounded deeper than before.
Almost beast-like.
Maxwell imdiately attacked again, but Borzoi’s movent had changed completely.
Faster.
Sharper.
More explosive.
He twisted his body and avoided the strike entirely before slamming his shoulder into Maxwell’s chest.
Boom!
Maxwell staggered backward several ters.
Borzoi imdiately chased after him.
His fist drove forward like a cannon.
Maxwell blocked.
But the force behind it still pushed him backward through the earth.
Maxwell’s expression changed slightly.
He got stronger.
anwhile inside Maxwell’s mind—
His master beca alard.
This is bad.
That red state evolved again.
Maxwell gritted his teeth.
"I know."
Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.
"But I can still fight him."
Another collision erupted between them.
Boom!
The surrounding area shook violently as their fists collided head-on.
This ti—
Neither side moved.
Wind exploded outward from the impact.
Both stared directly at each other.
Then both attacked simultaneously.
Punches.
Kicks.
Elbows.
Knees.
Each exchange beca fiercer than the last.
Maxwell’s dragon aura clashed repeatedly against Borzoi’s berserk power, creating shockwaves that ripped through the land around them.
Trees collapsed.
Grass flattened.
The earth continued cracking apart beneath every step they took.
Maxwell’s breathing grew heavier.
Borzoi’s body accumulated more wounds.
Yet neither side stopped.
Instead—
Both seed increasingly excited.
Borzoi laughed loudly while exchanging blows.
"Yes!"
"This is better!"
His remaining arm slamd against Maxwell’s side.
Maxwell retaliated with a glowing punch directly to Borzoi’s face.
Blood splattered.
Borzoi grinned through it.
Maxwell narrowed his glowing eyes.
Their battle beca faster and faster until even the air itself seed unable to keep up.
Inside Maxwell’s mind, however—
His master beca increasingly worried.
Stop.
The voice echoed heavily.
Do not continue further.
Maxwell gritted his teeth again.
"I don’t have a choice."
You do not understand what you’re forcing out.
Maxwell blocked another punch before retaliating instantly.
"I can’t lose here."
His master’s tone beca tense.
Your Dragon Body has levels too.
The more you force it... the more dangerous it becos.
Maxwell’s expression hardened.
"Then I’ll endure it."
Another explosion erupted between him and Borzoi.
Borzoi suddenly laughed again after forcing Maxwell backward.
"That’s right!"
"Fight harder!"
His body radiated terrifying heat now.
The grass near him had already begun burning from the intensity alone.
Maxwell steadied himself.
Then—
Golden light erupted from him once more.
Even stronger than before.
His aura surged upward violently.
The dragon shadow behind him roared silently toward the sky.
His master imdiately panicked.
No!
Do not force more power out!
Your body cannot fully control it yet!
Maxwell ignored him.
"I said..."
He raised his glowing hand.
"I don’t have a choice."
The light around him intensified further.
His veins glowed faintly beneath his skin while scales slowly began appearing around parts of his arm.
His master could only sigh heavily.
Then reluctantly—
...Fine.
But if you lose yourself completely...
The voice beca bitter.
I may not be able to save you anymore.
Maxwell said nothing.
Instead—
He disappeared again.
Borzoi’s grin widened imdiately.
"There you are!"
Boom!
Their fists collided.
This ti both were pushed backward simultaneously.
Both froze briefly afterward.
Then both smiled.
Because both realized the sa thing.
He got stronger again.
The next instant—
They charged at each other once more.
The battlefield exploded continuously beneath their clash as both unleashed everything they had without restraint.
Borzoi’s attacks beca wilder.
Maxwell’s strikes beca heavier.
Blood flew repeatedly from both sides.
Their bodies accumulated injuries rapidly.
Yet neither slowed down.
Borzoi suddenly laughed loudly again while wiping blood from his mouth.
"This continent really is insane!"
He cracked his neck.
"First Young Warchief..."
Then he stared directly at Maxwell.
"And now you."
Steam rose heavily from his body.
His red skin darkened even further.
Then—
His expression beca serious again.
Very serious.
"It’s ti..."
His aura exploded outward violently.
"...to try the third phase..."
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