Chapter 142: The Corpse Suit Dragon Wins.
The fine sulfur crystals on the bright silver sword tail shattered, scattering noisily onto the ground, vaporizing upon contact with the magma in Jié Jié’s mouth.
Sparks and magma illuminated the heated blade, foreshadowing the damage the fiery sword would inflict on the fire-weak Corpse Suit Dragon.
Sensing danger, the Corpse Suit Dragon spat out a pillar of miasma toward the face of the Sulfur Slaying Dragon while quickly retreating.
The thick miasma surged into Jié Jié’s nose and mouth, giving him the perfect chance to release the sword tail he was holding.
Hoo!
Breaking free from the miasma’s bodily constraints, the beast-dragon took powerful strides as the sword tail swung back around.
The scorching blade was flung by his steps, dragging a trail of fiery light through the air and igniting the fuzzy mold that grew due to the miasma, spreading burning lines across the Corpse Suit Dragon’s torso.
The fiery line slashed across the chest of the Corpse Suit Dragon, angling upward and ending at its shoulder.
The Master of the Corpse Membrane trembled, kneeled, and toppled over.
Thick miasma gushed out, protecting itself while simultaneously circulating inside and outside the body, obtaining organic matter to stabilize rapidly.
In almost an instant, the Corpse Suit Dragon was about to rise again.
But the trembling sword tail dragged against its neck and chopped it down once more.
Jié Jié wanted to pant but dared not catch his breath.
Under the Corpse Suit Dragon’s struggling explosion, all that could be seen were tangible waves of miasma; every trace of clarity had vanished.
Dizzy from the accumulating miasma, he felt himself about to fall along with the Corpse Suit Dragon.
How much longer?
The weakened sword tail swept around, decomposing all obtainable Corpse Suit Dragon materials, becoming part of the ominous colors on the totem.
A quarter done, almost there.
The Steel Dragon Jade within him was also producing wind. He blew out all the wind produced during the battle, clearing some of the thick miasma for urgent relief.
The newly sharpened sword tail began forming sulfur crystals, but luckily, the blade’s temperature instantly vaporized them.
After deeply inhaling the returning wind, his stamina hadn’t improved, but his endurance did, allowing him to step on the Corpse Suit Dragon’s body and continue slashing with the sword tail.
He stopped cutting away the Corpse Suit Dragon’s rotten flesh and instead focused on acquiring materials from already broken armor sections.
As the Corpse Suit Dragon’s struggle intensified, a terrifying howl erupted from its throat, and the previously expelled miasma started converging toward him.
This included the excessive miasma still undecomposed within Jié Jié’s body. The attackiveness of the microbes within seemed greatly enhanced, plundering the life energy within him.
What is life energy? It’s the power driving life activities, the nutrients for plants, the bones and blood of animals, the drive for each cell of life, and oxygen.
The power driving cells was now fueling the proliferation of microbes. Every inhalation of oxygen, every exhalation of carbon dioxide, every cycle of circulation within Jié Jié felt like it was being replaced by miasma.
And what about his antibodies? Their sustenance was being plundered, cutting off their support entirely.
Jié Jié’s movements became increasingly sluggish as he carelessly inhaled another mouthful of miasma.
This betrayal of the arduous struggle of his antibody cells—did it even matter at this point?
Even though his body was riddled with wounds, he wasn’t finished yet.
He collapsed under the overwhelming pressure, pinning the struggling Corpse Suit Dragon tightly beneath him.
His descent was carefully adjusted by the last burst of adrenaline, landing his head beside the Corpse Suit Dragon’s cleaved chest, facing the ceaseless gush of miasma. All his strength was used to open his jaws and bite into the Corpse Suit Dragon’s flesh.
The ominous blood of the Ancient Dragon exploded within him, triggering the stress response of the Dragon Attribute Energy dormant within the jade and flesh.
Dragon Qi surged, indiscriminately ravaging both invaders and defenders alike.
The dead cells settled, becoming nourishment for the surviving cells’ dining knives.
Jié Jié regained a bit of strength, tearing the connection between the flesh in his mouth and the Corpse Suit Dragon’s chest.
“Hhhhhh～～”
A ghostly, horrifying laughter echoed across the battlefield, announcing the victory of the Master of the Corpse Membrane.
Yes, the Corpse Suit Dragon won. He slowly rose, looking at the similarly barely standing Corpse Suit Dragon.
The two Corpse Suit Dragons stared at each other, like reflections in a mirror.
The newborn Corpse Suit Dragon let out a short laugh at the angry Corpse Suit Dragon. The miasma that had clung to him like a curse now flowed like sweet spring water, willingly returning the vitality it had stolen.
He had taken the form of the Ancient Dragon, reborn from death as death itself, returning in the shape of death.
Jié Jié felt the miasma personally injected by the Corpse Suit Dragon within him, feeling as if he had returned to a warm spring.
Previously desperately scarce stamina surged continuously, filling his body.
Oxygen? Returned by the microbes.
Blood? Replaced by the microbes.
Energy? Created by the microbes.
To the Corpse Suit Dragon, however, the presence of this fellow species was a real nightmare.
He had witnessed his opponent fall, grotesque cracks appearing on his body—
Then, before his eyes, the monster emerged, sharing the same form as him, a monster to him, and a monster nonetheless.
“Surprised? You just don’t understand, do you? Love means becoming.”
I love you so much I wore your dress; I love you so much I became you.
“The Seven Deadly Sins” perfectly interpreted love at this moment, even if he was merely a “jerk” who simply craved the other’s body.
Seeing the Corpse Suit Dragon’s incomprehension and fear of his “love,” Jié Jié shook his head disappointedly:
“You don’t like it? Bastard Dragon! Turns out you prefer cross-species relationships!”
The pressure chasing him to the deadline kept his nerves jumping, terrifying the Corpse Suit Dragon in the most monstrous way possible.
Pressure doesn’t disappear, but it can shift.
While the Corpse Suit Dragon was still shrinking back, he slapped it.
While constructing a hilarious story in his mind about a girl whose boyfriend’s extreme narcissism led her to transform herself into his likeness to relieve pressure, he continuously swiped his claws at the Corpse Suit Dragon.
“Your little dress looks pretty nice. It’s mine now.”
Jié Jié acted crazily, using his hook claw to tear off a piece of rotting flesh from the Corpse Suit Dragon and draped it over himself.
From the staggering retreat of the Corpse Suit Dragon, he genuinely felt the other’s fear.
Could it not have assumed from the start that it was fighting a Corpse Suit Dragon wearing hyper-realistic monster skin? Could it not have thought he was cool?
“Can’t you?”
The hook claw hooked around the Corpse Suit Dragon’s neck, Jié Jié whispered beside its head, exerting force on half his body, violently throwing it to the ground.
Then, his claw directly reached into the damaged chest of the Corpse Suit Dragon, aiming for the ominous glow faintly revealed.
Thus, the authority of the Ancient Dragon fell into his hands.
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Chapter 143
