But the Red Dragon was still the Red Dragon.
The Demon Sword hitting her head was like being struck by a metal rod; it barely grazed the skin, far from inflicting any serious injury.
However, this was already a massive step forward…
Jukkido Simon could hardly believe she was actually bleeding.
Her pupils trembled, and she was so furious that smoke practically billowed from her head.
Gradually, crimson dragon scales began to emerge across her skin, bursting through her beautiful school uniform.
These scales were not as refined as those of her daughter; they were thick and chunky, making her look like a heavy armored knight.
“So this is the form you used to hide your identity,” Qingshamu snorted.
The original Northern Demon King had used this malevolent form to lead the Demon King’s Army.
This was her strongest and most perfect humanoid combat state, which meant she was finally taking things seriously.
But it was useless. The Demon Sword Feini and the Former Hero Qingshamu were now linked by blood, meaning two minds were fighting Jukkido Simon — not to mention that Jukkido Simon was never the most flexible thinker.
Furthermore, the Demon Sword Feini had previously read all of Jukkido Simon’s combat data, even reaching the point where she could remotely control her actions.
Although she had lost that particular ability now, she would have already forced the woman to her knees otherwise.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Jukkido Simon transformed into a ruthless bulldozer, swinging the Hero’s Sword wildly.
She completely abandoned her defense, putting everything into her attack.
Qingshamu avoided the brunt of the assault and began to maneuver, intertwining in a fierce struggle with Jukkido Simon.
The whistling gale from the swings would have likely caused heavy injury even if it just grazed her, but Qingshamu seemed to predict all of Jukkido Simon’s attack patterns.
She dodged left and right, and not even a single hair was touched by the wind.
“Argh!” This only made Jukkido Simon more furious. Jealousy clouded her mind, and she let out a blood-curdling roar.
This was perhaps the only attack that actually dealt damage, as the vibration made Qingshamu’s ears throb painfully.
However, the Demon Sword extended two ear-protecting tentacles to cover Qingshamu’s eardrums.
It was incredibly thoughtful and versatile.
A Red Dragon’s attacks and swordsmanship lacked specific patterns; they were based on pure raw stats.
Ordinarily, this would make them harder to dodge, yet Qingshamu was able to evade every single one.
This was certainly due to the Demon Sword Feini’s hidden guidance.
Feini was responsible for command and control, while Qingshamu only needed to follow the orders and execute the maneuvers with all her strength.
It was like having two pilots inside a single machine.
Meanwhile, the Hero’s Sword in Jukkido Simon’s hand was merely a piece of relatively tough scrap metal.
It provided no help at all and was likely less effective than her own Enflamed Fist at this point.
Qingshamu, once a fragile Hero, now moved like a god descended to earth.
Her already superb movement and techniques became even sharper under the enhancement of the Demon Sword’s special Magic Eye, reaching a speed that was difficult to describe.
Additionally, the Demon Sword Feini would grant Qingshamu many unique skills. The Magic Eye would flash periodically, blinding Jukkido Simon’s Dragon Pupil.
She even created afterimages made of physical particles. The field was filled with Qingshamu’s afterimages, all used to confuse Jukkido Simon’s eyes.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
Relying on these unique abilities, Qingshamu constantly circled behind Jukkido Simon to deliver backstabs.
The Demon Sword thrust ruthlessly into the gaps between the two dragon scales near her kidneys.
While it wasn’t enough to immediately break through her defense, the stabs left Jukkido Simon stumbling and terrified.
If the continuous attacks kept up like this, her kidneys really might be pierced.
It was unexpected that even Jukkido Simon knew how to feel fear. However, this wasn’t necessarily a good thing.
In legends, Red Dragons were mindless mad dogs, but once they gained a brain, they became even more difficult to handle.
Swish! Swish!
Jukkido Simon came to a sudden halt, no longer attacking recklessly as she moved to protect her waist.
“What’s wrong? This doesn’t seem like your style.” Qingshamu also stopped her movement, standing before Jukkido Simon.
Both sides glared at each other, entering a stalemate.
“Don’t take me for a fool. Maintaining that state must consume your stamina. I want to see how long you can keep this up,” the clever Jukkido Simon retorted.
“If we’re not fighting, then I’m leaving. Children, we’re withdrawing.”
Seeing no point in continuing, Qingshamu held the Demon Sword Feini and prepared to make a run for it.
She had long since stopped being a Hero; there was no need to fight to the death with a Demon King.
Furthermore, Jukkido Simon’s point was valid.
Even with the enhancement of the Demon Sword’s power, it was too difficult for an ordinary person like her to compete in endurance against a Red Dragon.
Without the ability to end the fight quickly, she would surely lose if the battle dragged on.
Hearing this, Jukkido Simon refused to let her escape. she rushed over to block the path down the mountain.
Puchi!
Taking advantage of the opening, Qingshamu lunged forward and delivered another vicious stab to her kidney.
“You’re cheating!” Jukkido Simon was so angry that Dragonflame leaked from her mouth.
“It’s called a feint.” Qingshamu pressed her advantage while Simon was faltering.
She had never actually intended to flee; instead, she went on the offensive.
Now it was her turn. She circled around Jukkido Simon, unleashing a flurry of continuous slashes.
Qingshamu’s movement was like a ghost, delivering eighteen strikes per second with a hatred that seemed intent on mincing her opponent.
Jukkido Simon was actually beaten to the point where she couldn’t strike back.
She could only curl up like a turtle, with one hand protecting her head and the other protecting her waist, feeling utterly humiliated.
If this continued, the Former Hero might actually win!
This Hero’s Sword was just an iron rod, not even as good as a single tentacle of the Demon-Slaying Sword.
“…” The Dragon Mother saw that things were looking bad. Finally deciding to stop idling, she stepped down from the mansion’s entrance.
However, the two sisters, Kurosaki and White Feather Dove, decisively blocked her path.
It seemed they also had a powerful enemy to face and were prepared to team up to pummel their grandmother.
“So you are the Evil Dragon.” The Dragon Mother stared at Kurosaki, still refusing to acknowledge her as her granddaughter.
“Old lady, just stay down. I don’t want to elbow you,” Kurosaki barked.
“Hmph, your personality is even more fiery than Simon’s. Let’s see if you have the skill to back it up.”
The Dragon Mother was almost amused by her insults.
She moved in an instant, preparing to capture the youngster with one hand.
Boom!
But Kurosaki’s flying punch struck the Dragon Mother’s face first.
The force sent her flying back, smashing through the mansion’s main gates.
She even rolled several times down the interior corridor, causing the floorboards to shatter and crack.
The “Blackie” who didn’t care about fair play had suddenly unlocked her boxing skills.
A short, thick Dragon Blade had grown from the surface of her fist.
The Dragon Mother climbed up from the ground. Although her defense hadn’t been broken, she was clearly a bit dazed from the hit.
The strength of that punch was not a bit weaker than her daughter’s.
‘It seems I’ll have to take back what I said earlier,’ she thought. ‘This little brat’s bloodline is too pure.’
In the next moment, Kurosaki charged like a frantic top. Her several Dragon Blades constantly sliced through the air.
If she couldn’t beat the Dragon Father while he held the Hero’s Sword, could she really not beat the Dragon Mother?
Clap!
Suddenly, the Dragon Mother reached out and caught the rapidly slashing Dragon Time Blade, forcefully stopping Kurosaki in her tracks.
“Child, don’t look down on me.”