Floating Island - Triple S Talent

Chapter 218: Long Whisker Dragon

Lein then sat on the chair and lifted a piece of roasted meat to his mouth. The smoky and savory aroma immediately filled his nose. As his teeth bit into the meat, the soft juices burst on his tongue, leaving a salty and slightly sweet taste that made him pause, savoring every chew.

"Um... delicious."

Chewing slowly, he leaned back in the chair, making himself as comfortable as possible.

After finishing his bite of venison, he grabbed a bottle of fruit juice from the table and took a few sips.

The cold, refreshing liquid flowed down his throat, leaving a subtle sweetness in his mouth. Slowly, he lowered the bottle and took a deep breath.

"Delightful..." Lein sighed in satisfaction.

His previously joyful expression now twisted slightly as if something intriguing had crossed his mind.

Through the vision of one of his clones, Lein noticed something captivating.

He saw his clone standing tall before a massive dragon with a green-scaled body and two massive, muscular arms.

The dragon had long whiskers flowing gently in the air, adding a mystical aura to the 20-meter-tall beast. Its muscular body radiated immense physical strength. Each step made the ground tremble, and the fearsome aura it exuded made the air vibrate. Its eyes gleamed sharply, revealing both rage and vigilance.

(Long Whisker Dragon)

From the depths of darkness and the earth's molten core, Long Shen is a creature born of dreams and catastrophe. It emerged during the eruption of the ancient earth, a fusion of green forest energy and ancient spirit.

- Rank: Soul A

- Soul Energy: 370,000

- Defense: 10,000

- Attack: 10,000

- Ability (Dragon Fury): Doubles physical strength and speed. When activated, the dragon's scales glow bright red, and its eyes radiate fire. Cooldown: 5 minutes.

"A whiskered dragon? Pretty ordinary," Lein muttered, still lounging lazily on his chair while observing his clone facing the massive green dragon in the distance.

Indeed, the dragon's whiskers were long, almost reaching half of its elongated body. Its appearance resembled the long dragons from ancient Chinese folklore but with disproportionately short, powerful arms, giving it a strange look compared to its large, serpentine form.

"What's the point of having a long body with short arms?" Lein sneered while continuing to watch.

Not wanting to waste time, the clone began to move. Golden swords materialized around him, their gleaming blades causing the distant whiskered dragon to tense, locking its gaze on the clone.

"Attack," the clone muttered.

In an instant, tens of thousands of golden swords flew toward the whiskered dragon, raining down mercilessly on its body.

Argh...

The dragon did not retreat. Seeing the incoming swords like a storm of arrows, it swung its long tail in an S shape. With a single powerful swipe, it shattered the approaching blades.

Tang...

Lein's swords scattered, producing metallic clangs as they clashed with the dragon's iron-hard tail.

Tag...

The whiskered dragon kept whipping its tail, fending off the (Sky Sword Rain) assault.

Clone Lein remained in place, with no intention of moving. His calm eyes tracked the dragon's every movement, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Blink...

Suddenly, Clone Lein vanished and reappeared behind the dragon's long neck, his sword raised, ready to slash the dragon's neck in a swift, decisive strike.

Slash...

The strike was executed, but it hit nothing but empty air. Clone Lein was momentarily startled, glancing around in confusion to locate the dragon's new position.

His head turned in every direction until it stopped on a distant figure: an old man with long white whiskers standing tall, smiling.

"Hoho... teleportation?" Lein murmured, popping a grape into his mouth with a relaxed grin.

"Why are old men always so powerful?" Lein mused to himself, recalling how nearly all the strongest individuals he had encountered were elderly men.

Kark...

Lein squinted, observing the old man stretching as if he had just awoken from a long slumber. The sound of muscles flexing echoed from afar, piquing Lein's curiosity about the old man's true strength.

Lein blinked as he checked the status panel of the old man. The information confirmed that the elder was, in fact, the whiskered dragon in human form. Now, his aura felt even stronger, nearly twice what it had been before.

"Just as I thought, this old man's attributes are twice as strong now," Lein muttered, his eyes still fixed on the status panel while enjoying his meal. The panel displayed average defense and attack stats of 20,000 points, surpassing Lein's own base stats without any enhancement buffs.

"Young one... you are strong," the old man's voice was raspy but calm, like someone emerging from a long hibernation. His tone was lazy, yet there was genuine gratitude as he continued, "Thank you for waking me."

Lein gave no response, but his clone wasted no time. In an instant, the clone teleported and appeared beside the old man once more.

Slash...

Argh...

The clone's sword sliced through the air with a sharp whoosh, but this time, the old man effortlessly caught the blade with his small fingers.

"Hey... why the rush?" he remarked casually, as if making small talk.

Without a word, the clone activated another skill.

"Area of Light"

- Skill 3: (Area of Light) Creates an area of light in a 100-metre radius. Increases all attributes by 100%, negates enemy healing, +100% damage to dark creatures. Lasts 10 minutes, has a 1-hour cooldown.

A burst of light suddenly exploded from the center of Lein's clone, spreading within a 100-meter radius. The sacred glow emitted a majestic aura that made the old man pause momentarily, his heart trembling. He was about to speak, but this time, Lein's black sword moved, slashing mercilessly at the old man's neck.

"I told you…"

His words were cut off as blood dripped from his fingertips. The old man's small hand, which had tried to catch the sword, was now severed, his fingers falling to the ground. His eyes widened in shock, and he quickly teleported 50 meters away, attempting to heal his injured hand.

"Damn... I knew it…"

But before he could finish his sentence, Lein's clone reappeared behind him, launching a series of relentless slashes.

[Successfully attacked Long Whisker Dragon, dealing +1,300 damage]

[Successfully attacked Long Whisker Dragon, dealing +1,280 damage]

Damage notifications chimed in Lein's ear. Each slash struck with deadly precision, forcing the old man to retreat slowly, his wounds worsening with every blow.

Argh...

Suddenly, the old man let out a deafening roar, the sound of a dragon echoing like thunder, creating shockwaves that trembled the ground around them.

However, Lein's clone did not falter. He moved swiftly, his sword glimmering like lightning as he rained down attacks without mercy.

Tang... Tang...

A loud clang rang out as the old man attempted to parry, but his movements were cautious, as if knowing that one wrong step could spell his end. Fear flickered in his eyes as he continued to retreat from one position to another, unwilling to face Lein's attacks head-on.

"Stop! Stop!" he shouted desperately, his voice echoing in panic. His body was in shambles, blood seeping from unhealed wounds, far from the grandeur he had shown earlier.

"Sword Heaven Prison"

Lein ignored his pleas. His clone activated the sacred human skill, and four giant swords descended from the sky, embedding themselves at the four corners, trapping the old man within a glowing golden dome.

The old man's eyes widened. He glanced around, surrounded by gleaming golden mirror walls that reflected his trapped image. Ignoring the pain from his injuries, he slowly approached one of the walls, reaching out as if trying to touch it, as if reminiscing about a distant past.

His fingers halted just at the surface of the mirror, and for a moment, he seemed dazed, staring at his own reflection. However, Lein gave him no more time. His clone was ready with the next strike, and the old man knew there was no escape this time.

Inside the bright golden prison, the old man knelt, his shoulders trembling, and tears streamed down his wrinkled face. "Please... stop... you win," his voice quivered, drenched in fear and despair. His sobs were faint, filled with hope, as if searching for a way out of his doomed fate. But his tear-filled eyes failed to notice the dark shadow looming above—a giant sword poised to strike from above.

Outside the prison, Lein raised his golden sword high, sacred light wrapping the blade with a deadly sheen. Without hesitation, he swung the sword with a calm, deliberate motion, yet brimming with power. The slash sliced through the air, and in an instant, the aura of the sacred sword pierced the golden prison walls, striking the old man within.

The long-whiskered dragon's body froze momentarily before splitting cleanly in two, as if a thin cloth had been torn. The gleaming golden aura vanished along with his life, leaving behind only two lifeless halves, devoid of sound.

[Successfully killed Long-Whiskered Dragon, dropping (Dragon Whisker - Soul A)]

Lein absorbed the notification calmly, ending his observation as his clone began to fade.