Chapter 141: The Dragon’s Beauty for the Beholder (15/18)
When you can’t find your target, it’s best to wander around a bit. Who knows? Your target might be looking for you too.
Just like now, a pillar of toxic miasma gushed from the Corpse Suit Dragon’s mouth, shooting toward the Burst Scale Dragon in the sky.
“ANNG!”
Jie Jié, who had been keeping an eye on the situation below, narrowly avoided the attack. He watched as the miasma dissipated, its active components spreading and fusing with the surrounding miasma, causing them to rapidly multiply.
Around the Master of the Corpse Membrane, the miasma churned violently, so dense that no light could penetrate. It was as if the thick fog aimed to completely seal off this area.
In response, Jie Jié shot out a wind ball from his mouth. Not long after leaving his lips, the wind ball unleashed a storm, shattering the miasma’s blockade.
But because the storm wasn’t large enough, the miasma still lingered everywhere.
If it’s not big enough, then make more.
One wind ball after another shot out from Jie Jié’s mouth, unleashing tornadoes in the air.
These tornadoes collided with each other, sometimes merging into larger storms, sometimes exploding into chaotic winds without any pattern.
Jie Jié himself didn’t know what the result would be by just spitting out wind balls.
But one thing was certain: the airflow in this area was in a state of chaos, reducing the Corpse Suit Dragon’s control over the miasma.
The miasma hadn’t disappeared, but under the chaotic airflow created by Jie Jié, it seemed less fond of the Corpse Suit Dragon.
After spewing out most of the wind he could produce at the moment, leaving only a little to sustain his flight, Jie Jié began to breathe fire, especially targeting the Corpse Suit Dragon.
High temperatures effectively killed the microorganisms that made up the miasma; when lucky, they encountered flammable and explosive gases, instantly clearing out a large area.
Moreover, the Corpse Suit Dragon was weak against fire.
Jie Jié hovered above the Corpse Suit Dragon’s head, sprinkling burst liquid after using up his burst scales, aiding the flames to ignite him thoroughly.
“HOOONG ER~!”
The Master of the Corpse Membrane howled in anger within the flames, his decaying flesh burning black, emitting a foul smell of burnt rot.
Three times!
Each time was different, yet all three strongly suppressed the Corpse Suit Dragon.
When the Burst Scale Dragon’s reserves of fire and wind were depleted, the fire and wind in the valley had also pushed the Corpse Suit Dragon’s advantage to its limits.
When the progress bar of the Corpse Suit Dragon’s totem broke through from 0 to 1, it proved that Jie Jié no longer needed the courage to face an ancient dragon.
The ancient dragon before his eyes had retreated twice under his hands. Why would he need courage against a defeated foe?
Yet he remained fully committed, no longer needing to focus everything on a single explosive strike, praying that his full strength would harm the ancient dragon.
Now he could give his all at a steady pace.
His fear of the ancient dragon began with the old Steel Dragon’s grand storm crossing the sea, and it would end with the Master of the Corpse Membrane’s suppressed miasma.
At this moment, the Corpse Suit Dragon resembled a deity who had lost their halo and revealed their health bar, destined to be defeated once they entered the arena.
With full commitment, the Burst Adrenal Organ temporarily dried up, and the wind used for flying was also consumed, becoming part of the chaotic airflow.
According to the investigation team’s report, the Burst Scale Dragon had already completed the preliminary work, weakening the Corpse Suit Dragon to a certain extent.
Next, it was time for the tool man with the highest attack power build to take the stage!
The Burst Scale Dragon plummeted from the sky, and Jie Jié, in the form of Sulfur Slaying Dragon, heavily smashed onto the Corpse Suit Dragon’s body, making him stumble.
Sliding off the Corpse Suit Dragon, the sharp Sword Tail, which had been in a grinding state from the start, carved out wounds on the decaying flesh.
“The new outfit should be better than last time, right? It’s truly an honor to have the Master of the Corpse Membrane dress up for me.”
With just this one slash, combined with the intelligence gathered through observation during the Burst Scale Dragon phase, Jie Jié clearly understood that the opponent had prepared.
He even found him and initiated the first attack.
Nothing is more joyful than a dragon beautifying itself for its beholder.
Battle!
Without hesitation after leaping down, he spun around, and his Sword Tail swept across the base of the Corpse Suit Dragon’s wings, grinding against the tough decayed flesh, creating an ultimate meat-grinding experience.
All key areas were covered with decaying flesh. Jie Jié had even hoped for a vacuum presentation from the opponent.
Miasma surged from the side of the Corpse Suit Dragon, but Jie Jié tightly closed his respiratory passages, looking like an iron mask sealed shut.
Truly fully equipped, before landing, he deliberately took a deep breath, planning to control his breathing meticulously to minimize the amount of miasma inhaled.
What could sweep away an unprotected hunter for the unprepared felt like a gentle breeze to him, having absolutely no impact on his offensive rhythm.
After a small horizontal slash followed by a spin, a fierce vertical chop landed on the decaying flesh of the Corpse Suit Dragon’s neck.
The scorched decayed flesh tore open, revealing a horrifying red underneath.
A sidestep slash around his body met the Corpse Suit Dragon’s incoming sharp claws.
The sharp hook claws clashed with the shiny Sword Tail, sparking fiery sparks.
But this spark was instantly drowned out by the Corpse Suit Dragon’s indifference. His head swayed, and a massive wave of miasma spewed forth.
The head of the Slaying Dragon in a sword stance hung low, the miasma brushing past his sword spine like a veil, akin to a lady lightly stroking a man’s hand with her scarf.
But Jie Jié regarded this as a white handkerchief tossed at his feet.
Challenge accepted!
A side-step small jump, the Sword Tail split the miasma in a Kasaya Slash, pulling a sharp arc with his steps and landing a cut on the Corpse Suit Dragon’s head.
The entangled decayed flesh and the glowing yellow organ on its head were torn apart, sticky bodily fluids splashing out.
Realizing his glowing organ on top of his head was damaged, the Corpse Suit Dragon’s tiny eyes glowed fiercely with red light.
“So the eyes are here, small but cute, aren’t they?”
The side-step small jump seamlessly connected with a spin, and a diagonal downward slash severed a piece of decayed flesh, sending it flying high.
Simultaneously, due to the sinking tail, his center of gravity naturally adjusted, allowing him to take his first breath in a position where the miasma was relatively thin.
The miasma inhaled was decomposed, its harmful substances turning into sulfur on the Sword Tail.
Though his stamina slightly dropped, his breath was fully restored.
The change in steps lagged behind the sword draw, and Jie Jié skillfully blocked the Corpse Suit Dragon’s bite and tear with his sword, slicing off the decayed flesh from its face.
A series of step changes represented the transformation of sword momentum, and the Sword Tail swung, scattering a flurry of sword shadows, slicing off pieces of decayed flesh.
Decayed flesh was hard, highly resistant to chopping, but helpless against cutting starting from the gaps, inevitably separating from the Corpse Suit Dragon.
Later, such separations also included some of its scales.
As he alternated breaths, the glands on the Sword Tail inevitably secreted a large amount of sulfur crystals, losing its agility.
Using a rising gush of magma to freshen his mouth, Jie Jié endured the putrid smell clinging to the Sword Tail, biting it tightly in his mouth.
His gaze firmly fixed on the Corpse Suit Dragon.
He would defeat him, incorporating both the form and authority of the ancient dragon into his collection.
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