“To think you’d attack first? You’ve got guts, but you’re still not strong enough!”
Allen was caught off guard and stumbled backward again and again, but he recovered quickly and soon steadied himself.
“Then take this—Ice Blade Slash!”
Anya channeled her magic, cold air instantly condensing on her greatsword.
She swung down fiercely, sending a streak of icy blue sword energy, brimming with bone-chilling cold, hurtling through the air.
Allen let out a sudden, deep roar, the sound making the very air around him buzz.
He clenched his fist, dark red energy coiling around his arm like blood and fire.
“Still resisting?” he bellowed, his foot smashing the stone steps beneath into warped shapes, “This time, I won’t let you escape again!”
No sooner had he spoken than Allen shot forward like a cannonball, moving so fast that he whipped up a gust of wind.
He wasn’t as quick as Anya’s Ice Blade Slash, but every punch was strong enough to shatter mountains, making the ground quake with each blow.
Ice Blade Slash left a few shallow wounds on Allen’s body, but in the end, he broke through it and sent a gust of fist wind straight at Anya.
Anya’s eyes narrowed as she slipped to the side like an eel.
Allen’s fist grazed her velvet clothes, the biting wind whipping her hair into a wild mess.
“Not bad speed,” Allen sneered, spinning around for a sweeping kick, the force of his leg nearly enough to cleave Anya in two.
Anya tapped her toe on the stone steps and floated up like a leaf, dodging the vicious attack.
Her Ice Spike Spell had already been cast, countless shards of fine ice raining down on Allen like a storm.
These seemingly fragile slivers, once embedded in flesh, could freeze it solid in the blink of an eye.
“You think you can hurt me? Utterly delusional!” Allen laughed, crossing his arms before his chest, erecting an iron barrier.
“Clang! Clang! Clang!”
The icy spikes struck his Dragonscale, sending up countless sparkling ice crystals.
But Allen remained unscathed, his strength weathering the assault.
“That’s all you’ve got?” Allen laughed in triumph, “Your magic is nothing but a tickle to me!”
Anya said nothing, but her gaze grew ever colder.
She knew if she kept fighting head-on, she’d pay dearly—her tier two magic was utterly useless against the opponent’s superior defense.
“Be careful, little Anya, he’s got murderous intent,” Iris warned just then, “His weak spots are at the elbows, knees, and shoulders.”
Anya nodded, and countless ice crystals burst from the stone steps under her feet, forming a semi-transparent ice wall in front of her.
“Trying to run again? It won’t be so easy this time!” Allen’s fist was already within reach as he punched at her without hesitation.
“Boom!” The ice wall was instantly reduced to dust, but Allen tripped, his steps faltering for half a beat.
Now’s the time!
Anya’s figure flickered like a phantom, Ice Blade Slash swirling in her hands without pause.
She didn’t strike Allen head-on; instead, she followed Iris’s hint, targeting his knees, elbows, and shoulders.
Three streaks of icy blue sword energy shot out like venomous snakes, aimed at his left knee, right elbow, and shoulder.
Allen’s pupils shrank as he reacted quickly, twisting aside to dodge the strike to his knee, but his right elbow was slashed open by the sword energy.
“Argh!” Allen howled in pain, the wound on his right elbow so deep the bone showed. Fresh blood that gushed out instantly froze into ice shards.
“How did you know my weak spots?” Allen looked at her in disbelief.
The weakest parts of his Dragonscale had always been known only to him. Yet Anya had seen right through him—how bizarre!
“No matter how strong you are, you’re just a lumbering fat oaf!” Anya’s voice carried a note of mockery.
Allen was burning with rage, feeling his power locked in place by solid ice, the pain from his wounds driving him nearly insane.
He began swinging his fists wildly, kicking and even ramming with his shoulder, desperate just to land a blow on Anya.
Anya, with speed greater than Allen’s, weaved agilely between the gaps in his attacks.
She no longer aimed for a decisive blow, instead pestering and harassing, steadily wearing down Allen’s stamina.
At this moment, Anya was clearly in control of the fight; the rhythm was firmly in her grasp, and a steady, methodical approach was the best strategy.
“Your magic really is irritating!” Allen panted, his wounds multiplying, blood and ice mixing together, making him look like a bloody gourd, “But I have a treasure I’ve worked hard to acquire!”
Allen produced a blood-red Pill, let out a sky-shaking howl, and swallowed it in one gulp.
“Grrraaaagh!” Allen’s face twisted in agony, pain written all over him. At the same time, dark red light erupted from his body, growing ever brighter.
His eyes snapped open, now vertical like a serpent’s, and a pair of Dragon Horns burst forth atop his head. His body began to swell, cracks spreading across his Dragonscale as if about to shatter at any moment.
Then, as though shedding a skin, Allen’s Dragonscale became indestructible, gleaming with a dazzling dark red brilliance.
Anya felt an unprecedented sense of danger and instantly condensed a thick ice shield in front of herself.
“Watch closely! This is my true power!” Allen let out a deafening roar, slamming his fist hard against the ice shield.
“Boom!” The shield disintegrated into powder in an instant, and Allen’s fist, as if able to smash mountains, charged straight at Anya.
“What is this…” Anya’s heart tightened, feeling a terrifying power surging from within him, shattering even the ice crystals around him.
She knew she couldn’t dodge. Quickly dropping her greatsword, she ducked low to evade the direct punch, at the same time unleashing Ice Spike Spell at Allen’s abdomen.
But Allen was just as quick—he twisted his body and blocked the ice spikes with his shoulder.
The spikes gouged a deep groove in his shoulder, fresh blood gushing out, but he paid it no mind, instead seizing the opportunity to kick Anya square in the chest.
Anya was sent flying, crashing heavily into the ground not far away. Luckily, she summoned another ice shield just in time to absorb some of the impact; otherwise, she might not have been able to get up again.
“The weak points haven’t changed, but his recovery speed has increased!” Anya stared at Allen’s shoulder as it healed instantly, a look of disbelief on her face.
What exactly was that pill he just took? How could it be this monstrous?
“Not good. That pill must be a forbidden drug that forcefully awakens the bloodline. He’s forcibly entered the state of Half-Dragonization,” Iris said, her tone suddenly tense—the situation had clearly escalated far beyond what they’d expected.
“Half-Dragonization?” Anya was shocked—was it really possible to force this transformation?
“You’ve lost!” Allen advanced step by step, pain and a trace of madness etched across his face, “Even though it hurts, as long as I kill you and tell Lord Bitan about what happened here, he’ll definitely help me.”
Seeing Allen’s state, Anya’s brows furrowed deeply.
This feeling was exactly like back in the System Space; many enemies had tried to drag her down with them at any cost. She already knew all too well how to deal with such situations.
“Let’s go, little Anya! Get up to the Altar—we need to enter the Secret Realm now!” Iris suddenly called to Anya. With a flash, she darted upward.
Anya glanced at Iris, then immediately filled her path with ice walls, following closely behind.
“You can’t get away, you can’t get away!” Allen roared in a frenzy, hurling himself at the ice walls like a madman.
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