The Villain's Story

Chapter 141 [141]The Clash Between Two Dragons![3]

Alan ripped out a wing of the draconian and it roared In pain.

"Raaagh!"

Both of them fell together, and as they fell together toward the ground they landed blow after blow on one another.

Punch after Punch.

Kick after kick.

At the face, their chest, and even the groin.

With every move Alan did, the Draconian copied perfectly.

And then as their mana clashed, the colors of black and white shined brightly in the sky, together, and battling one another even more fiercely.

It was a beautiful light show, except for the ones responsible for it.

*CRASH!*

They crashed into the black ground, and a dust cloud formed from their crash.

Alan struggled to get up, but he got up regardless, fighting the pain in his body.

He was hurt, and nobody except the Sword Saint had hurt him to such a degree.

And yet, he still got up, he ignored the pain in his body and charged at the Draconian, who did the same.

They collided with one another, a fist of the other caught in each hand, and then their mana clashed again.

*Ruugh!*

"...Shut up you bony son of a bitch!"

It was as if they could understand each other, they both cursed at one another in their own way.

The struggle continued, and the clash of their mana lit up the island again.

One Side is black, and the other white, and these two are in the middle of it.

And finally, what broke this stake are was Alan finding that his body was in the air, and then being slammed down into the ground again.

The draconian, using his height and arm length as an advantage, had just simply raised his arms high, and then lowered them again, slamming Alan to the ground.

Alan coughed up blood, and immediately maneuvered around the body of the draconian and put its left arm on a hold, but he didn't wait for the bastard to tap out, that would be foolish in this scenario, he outright broke the left arm of the draconian, l it roaring in pain once again.

Yet the draconian moved its body at a weird angle and Alan was flung off.

Alan, as he fell to the ground, got up...but was immediately assaulted by a 12 to 6 o'clock elbow straight to the head.

He teleported a few dozen metres away from the draconian and held his head in pain.

Damn...that hurt...and I'm dizzy as fuck.

Alan thought in his mind, as he focused his blurry vision on the draconian.

...am I seeing things right?

He thought, surprised by the sight he just saw in his blurry vision.

The draconian had just pulled its spine out from its nape.

And before Alan could process what the fuck just happened, the draconian used the spine as a damn whip that wrapped tightly around Alan in an instant.

It pulled him towards it, and Alan, who due to his blurry vision couldn't teleport as accurately and didn't have time to activate mana sense, was helplessly pulled toward the Draconian...

And then it happened.

*Phuk!*

"Gagh!"

The draconian which had pulled Alan towards it with its spine had stabbed Alan with its tail right in the stomach.

Blood was drawn, and the Draconian's tail was seen protruding from the back of Alan Peccator, his abdomen gone.

It swung the 'dead' Alan Peccator off its tail.

Alan's body landed a few metres away from the Draconian.

The Draconian lowered its head to insert its spine back into its body.

And when it was done...it felt fear!

It straightened itself almost immediately and stared at the human it had 'killed'.

It was the direction where it had felt the 'fear' from!

But what it saw wasn't the small human from before.

A monster resembling it, standing even taller than it, and possessing white scales with hints of cyan.

The human was now a draconian, similar to it.

But it would not be allowed to think even further.

A punch came right toward its face, sending it flying across the island.

It stabbed its arms into the ground, stopping its flight.

And then, as it raised its head, all it saw was a beam of Cyan light heading towards it, and the temperature reducing.

It hurriedly Erected wall after wall of bone to protect itself. But even these walls of bone froze and broke in front of the beam.

It continued to erect wall after wall again, and the world around it turned white its body freezing.

But finally, as the final wall fell, ice covered its body and it opened its eyes to see the entire island around it covered In ice...and to its shock, even the sea much further behind was frozen to quite a significant degree.

And what caused this was the other Draconian... who was now calmly walking towards it, its entire body exuding cold mist.

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Shit...I didn't think it would take its spine and use it as a whip...and I paid the price for that.

The hole in my stomach was wide, and my vision was fading.

Am I gonna die like this?

No...my Phoenix would heal me.

If not for the energy of death around my wound.

"Use Partial Dragon Transformation and transform into a draconian."

I heard Aranuss's voice as he took the words right out of my mouth.

I was just about to do that.

And I did, I transformed into an ice draconian and my body changed, I was taller, and scales appears on my body, and the moment that bastard looked up, I punched the life out of it and watched as it flew away.

Yet...what is this feeling inside my chest, inside my neck?

Mana...so much mana is being used and is coagulating in my throat.

It...is painful.

"Release it, don't resist, and release it, open your mouth and release your dragon's breath."

I heard his voice and did exactly as he said.

I stopped resisting and opened my mouth, And let the mana flow.

I let it flow outside, and unleashed a beam of cyan white light toward the Bastard.

The accumulation of my ice mana.

The move that almost every dragon took pride in.

I released it....my very own...

Ice Dragons Breath!