Overgeared

There was only one reason why the half-draconians enjoyed the act of fighting. It was in order to become stronger. Their purpose was to gain more experience, become stronger, and kill people more easily. That’s right. The concept was completely different from the Twilight Orc’s worship of power.

The Twilight Orcs dreamed of becoming respected warriors while the half-draconians were faithful to their primitive desires. It was the desire of Evil Dragon Bunhelier to slaughter.

“...Kuaaack!”

Praba was stabbed with a sharp thorn and spread his wings with a growl. He used the shockwave to blow himself backward. He flew all the way to the end of the stage while staring at Laden’s iron rod.

“What is it made of?”

The scales of the half-draconians were not only hard, but it was also slippery. It meant that more than half of the impact it received could be lost and it wouldn’t be easily damaged. It was physically impossible for the thin iron rod that weighed the same as a longsword to easily break the scales of the half-draconians.

Praba noticed that there was a secret hidden in the iron rod. However, he didn’t know precisely what it was because his intelligence was limited. How could he recognize the power of a long forgotten god of the East Continent? Under the stage, Jad watched the battle with a stiff expression and muttered, “...The weapon isn’t what matters.”

His gaze was fixed on Laden, not the iron rod.

‘He knows us very well.’

Praba was in combat and had to pay attention to the iron rod smashing his scales, but the third party, Jad, was different. In his view, the iron rod was just a secondary problem. He judged that they should be vigilant of Laden’s ability to grasp and attack the half-draconian’s personality and characteristics.

‘It is like he has fought us hundreds of times...’

Laden’s physical abilities were below Praba in every way. In particular, there were no advantages when it came to strength and speed. Even so, Laden grasped all sorts of their habits such as how the half-draconians used their wings and tails, the time it took to fire a Breath, and how to target gaps. He looked like he had been fighting against the half-draconians for all his life.

‘Is he from the imperial army?’

No, his skin was too beautiful for that. The knights and soldiers of the empire surrounding the half-draconian’s home had countless wounds on their bodies while Laden’s body was relatively clean. In particular, there were no deep wounds that seemed to be caused by the claws of the half-draconians.

Praba was firing a Breath. Laden seemed to expect this and changed his shield to block it. He accelerated instantly and rushed in front of Praba. If he aimed for the side or the rear then Praba could’ve counterattacked but Praba didn’t have a chance to use the tail if he came from the front.

“It is ridiculous!”

Praba’s thoughts were very simple. He stretched out his arms toward Laden who was coming from the front like a moth. His sharp claws reflected the sun’s rays and flashed, dazzling Laden’s vision. However, Laden was calm. He leaned forward while charging straight ahead as planned.

Praba’s claws cut Laden’s hair, not his forehead. Unlike the hook claws of other beasts, the claws of the half draconians were straight like knives and thus were somewhat vulnerable to enemies who attacked from the bottom.

“...!”

chill went down Praba’s spine. He finally realized after seeing Laden avoid the claws with a gap

What did this mean?

in the chest. Cough. He coughed up blood and his health was dangerously low. Nevertheless, Praba noticed. Laden’s damage had dropped significantly compared

is

skill. Once the battle continued, the thorn was no longer a threat to Praba, whose health had dropped to 20%. Praba

being kicked in the abdomen, Laden flew to the edge of the stage and rolled. He suffered from severe internal injuries and coughed up blood. Praba abandoned his habits. Originally, he should’ve shot a Breath from a distance. Instead, he flew and approached Laden, stabbing his toenails. Praba’s claws inserted into the gap

armor and shield are

tongue and tried to pull out his

of Grid’s Triple Layers but it performed better than the original. It was because the current Grid’s craftsmanship level was higher than when the

out laughing as his beautiful claws broke. It was the excitement and anticipation that

thorn, which had fallen to the level

“Kuek...!”

every time Laden used the iron bar to block an attack corroded Praba’s scales but Laden couldn’t find any room to fight

“Laden!”

raise your

on. They were those Laden vowed to protect but he didn’t have the confidence to protect them. He was looking at defeat despite the weapon, the two

‘...I’m sorry, Your Majesty.’

Too many bones were broken. Laden’s knees eventually bent. The weight of Praba’s continued bombardment against the shield pushed Laden’s

“Ugh...!”

spine as he shuddered. He almost lost his shield. Even the light shield felt

‘It is the end.’

far inferior to the virtual half-draconian. He might not have won against the hypothetical half-draconian but he decided there was a chance against Praba. He was excited

‘I was shameless.’

deny it. The reason he could accept the conveniences Duke Steim gave him was because he believed he had the talent to meet Duke Steim’s expectations. In the end, this was just arrogance.

was the moment Laden

follow it with his eyes. It felt like he

pierce Laden’s neck with a surprise attack. He honestly became numb when he saw Laden avoid

‘Shining brightly before death?’

their power when they were on the verge of

was a genius who detected Shadow King Kasim when he was young. Laden had been steadily developing for years and fought hundreds of times with the half-draconian Heltavon yesterday. At this moment, he was in a

born again through