No Ancient Dragon species could match up with Ten-Step Hall; her origins were simply too mysterious.
No one had any idea what kind of dragon she actually was.
This inability to grasp the whole situation made Orange Sea Dream quite uncomfortable.
“This Shijietang Simon—even if we take action ourselves, we’re not confident we can bring her down. Her Dragon Soul’s intimidation is overwhelming; we can only bring out eighty percent of our strength in front of her. If you want our plan to succeed, you all must take care of her yourselves,”
Said the mysterious Martial Arts Club big shot.
“I know what to do.” Orange Sea Dream nodded. “I’ll have to ask for your cooperation with our moves afterwards.”
She continued observing the duel below, her eyes fixed on Ten-Step Hall’s Enflamed Fist, feeling a trace of threat.
A battle between Ancient Dragons usually ended the way Lost Beast’s squad met the Hongshan Dragon not long ago—it was unlikely for a true victor to emerge.
Most likely, after a few rounds, one side would retreat, and both would stop before things got too intense.
Because there was no point—Ancient Dragons had top-tier defenses and vitality, plus maxed-out resistances against both physical and magical attacks.
Killing an Ancient Dragon was nearly impossible.
Even Ancient Dragons themselves found it difficult to kill each other.
World-shattering Dragon Breath attacks were considered ordinary blows in their duels.
But now that we’ve come to God and Demon Academy, learned about pride and dignity, and established our own factions, can we still turn and run like the Hongshan Dragon when a fight breaks out?
Can we lower our heads and kneel to admit defeat under everyone’s gaze?
If we can’t, then it can only end with an all-out battle.
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“Ha! Ha! Ha!”
Ten-Step Hall pressed the attack, raising her hand and unleashing a classic set of three laborer’s punches.
But Old Mo didn’t stand there like before.
This time, he shook his head side to side, his neck unexpectedly agile, easily dodging Ten-Step Hall’s assault.
“Bang!”
Ten-Step Hall was startled, but in the next moment, she herself took a flying knee straight to the midsection from Old Mo. T
he powerful strike made her stumble half a step back.
Even when she’d been hit full in the face by the Hongshan Dragon’s full-screen Dragon Breath through the gaps in its scales, she hadn’t retreated a single step.
Yet now she’d been pushed back by this Half-Dragon? Ten-Step Hall couldn’t accept it!
“Huff! Huff! Huff! Huff! Huff! Huff!”
Furious, Ten-Step Hall countered with a Brute Turtle Flame Fist Infinite Combo, her momentum ferocious.
Yet Kurosaki’s footwork swayed like a tumbler, dodging back and forth.
Although she didn’t evade every hit of the Brute Turtle Fist, and still took a few blows, she managed to avoid as much damage as possible.
“Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow!”
But Old Mo was able to use the force of Ten-Step Hall’s Enflamed Fist strikes, employing Return Flow Footwork to turn her punches into his own power, occasionally landing a solid elbow strike.
The two looked like they were trading blows toe to toe, making for a terrifying scene.
In reality, Kurosaki’s technique was far superior to Ten-Step Hall’s.
She could even absorb Ten-Step Hall’s Dragon Breath, converting it all into counterattack energy.
It was the complete opposite of another father-daughter pair.
That particular Hero was famous for technique—movement, redirecting force, blocking, countering, deflecting—all were Evil Father’s strengths.
Little White had absolutely no way to fight back against her Evil Father and could only be toyed with.
But now, it was Ten-Step Hall being suppressed by her own daughter’s technique.
Although part of it was due to underestimating her opponent, the Red Dragon was, after all, a brute force fighter, relying on overwhelming power rather than finesse.
Logically, Ten-Step Hall should be able to counter technical fighters handily—after all, that certain Hero was flattened by the Demon King.
But Blackie wasn’t exactly a technical type, either. She just had a few special skills, and this particular skill happened to counter Ten-Step Hall perfectly.
That was the black dragon’s innate special ability: Absorb Magic Counter Armor.
Look at her older sister, Little White—she needed to physically deflect force.
But the younger Blackie could absorb and convert part of the enemy’s attack into her own power for a counterstrike.
This ability came from the black dragon’s Dragon Scale Armor.
It had been mentioned before—Kurosaki could, before the enemy’s attack landed, spread a thin layer of pitch-black dragon scales as defense.
These scales didn’t just block attacks; they could absorb and transform energy.
Especially against magical attacks, with nearly ninety-nine percent conversion efficiency.
So her Dragon Scale Armor wasn’t just Magic Immunity; it could even perform Magic Reflection.
For the strong, there were surprises at every turn; for the weak, there was only terror.
Blackie’s array of dragon scale defensive abilities seemed tailor-made to restrain her dragon father.
You are the limit-breaking magic-wielding Red Dragon.
And I am the magic-immune Red-Black Dragon.
Even during the final decisive exchange of high-speed punches, Kurosaki’s elbow swept past Ten-Step Hall’s Enflamed Fist.
“Thud!”
A streak of lightless, pitch-black cut jabbed suddenly at Ten-Step Hall’s throat, making a dull thump.
Once again, Ten-Step Hall was forced to step back and put distance between them—yet another humiliation.
She touched her own neck. Though there was still no wound, no defense had been breached, a clear red mark had appeared on her skin.
Ten-Step Hall stared wide-eyed at that hateful Half-Dragon, her gaze filled with shock and confusion.
And the hundreds of silent onlookers surrounding them—now everyone understood why all of Blackie’s attacks were elbow strikes.
“Buzz, buzz, buzz…”
They saw a black blade of bone sword protrude from Kurosaki’s elbow.
It was the sudden extension of her attack range that had forced Ten-Step Hall back once more.
If it had been any other monster apprentice, their head might have already flown off.
Only Ten-Step Hall’s neck was tough enough—just now, that really had been a killing move.
After all, Blackie was a half-blood, inheriting her father’s bloodline and, of course, her mother’s strength as well.
This move was named: Dragon Elbow Blade.
The blade was made from indestructible dragon bone, the edge covered in sharp, pitch-black dragon scales, with the fine scales layered at the elbow to reinforce the material.
The Dragon Elbow Blade completely made up for the short range of elbow strikes.
With this, Kurosaki’s attacks now had no flaws—no one could use reach to gain the upper hand over her anymore.
With a swish, the Dragon Elbow Blade could even retract into Kurosaki’s arm.
It only extended for attacks and stayed hidden when not in use.
The unpredictability of her offense made it nearly impossible to guard against.
“Boom! Rumble—!”
But Kurosaki didn’t get to act smug for long—Ten-Step Hall suddenly unleashed Dragon Breath from her whole body, looking like she was about to explode with rage.
“Wah!”
“Back up! Back up!”
The rolling waves of heat forced the crowd to retreat again and again, nearly getting scorched—just spectating wasn’t safe.
As for Old Mo, who was standing closest, he was also forced to fully cover himself with Dragon Scale Armor to withstand the Dragon Breath blast—suddenly revealing his second form.
His entire body became wrapped in pitch-black dragon scales, making him look like a fallen Shadow Female Knight—both dashing and just a bit sinister.
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