Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 476 The Black Invitation

"Come on, let me show you what a true dragon warrior is."

Bloodline, profession, and combat skills—Rean was finally able to achieve a fusion.

Rean's gloves began to transform.

The limb-enhancing armor originally designed for monks to fight has long since become thinner and lighter.

The reason for strengthening only the armor on the limbs is to allow the Qi to completely overflow from the body surface while liberating all the joints and senses in the body.

This practice of "letting the dragon coil on the hands and feet" probably means using it as kicking boots and gauntlets. While Wu denied Rean's heavy armor, he did not deny this enhancement, which indirectly proves that this is indeed a "graceful Rean" fighting style.

This transformation would normally be difficult, but after acquiring the Monk class, which controls the body, it becomes the simplest step.

"However, that alone is not enough."

The Masked Dragon Knight class (Evil Sorcerer) unlocked by the snake is a special advancement tailor-made for him, the core of which lies in the development of the multi-headed dragon bloodline.

Only someone of his stature could develop a targeted combat profession on top of Kuku's extraordinary bloodline, which had never considered practical application, and forcibly equip a bow with the most suitable armor-piercing arrows.

"Dragon Breath Fist".

The black dragon head resembled an arm guard that was devouring his arm.

This time, the dragon opened its mouth, its outstretched arms swelled up, and in the next moment, its aura exploded.

However, what he spewed was not a deadly poison, but rather the red dragon's breath that Flame Rean used the black dragon's head to exhale.

"coax!"

It was a cone-shaped flame, a crimson sea of ​​fire.

The world before my eyes was ignited, and the air was scorched and distorted.

Just like the blue dragon's perception, Rean's bloodline strength has now surpassed that of a true dragon cub, and he also has the prerequisite to activate the true dragon's breath.

The flames didn't last long before Rean's reserves were depleted. He could continue to sustain himself by consuming his life force, but there was no need for it.

Before them lay nothing but charred corpses. The minotaurs with their hairy, vine-armored bodies and the half-wooden, decaying centaurs—these two tyrannical tribes of the shallow labyrinth—were clearly weak against fire.

The flames of a true dragon, the scorching dragonfire of a red dragon, are vicious and cruel. Once tainted, they often lead to certain death. This thing is so infamous that the moment it appears, the surrounding area is already filled with fleeing soldiers.

Even those newly born, shallow-level demons, faced with the leaked dragon's might, felt a fear etched into their genes, reminding them of the era when their ancestors were dominated by true dragons.

"Uh, don't go!"

Looking at the deserters, Rean was also a little stunned. He really didn't expect that when the dragon's breath was exhaled, it would have such an effect.

Ordinary humanoid dragonborn have small bodies, and even if they possess dragon breath, the strength is limited. In reality, it is the use of their racial authority over "commanding elements." Their fragile bodies and small containers negate their potential. The extremely powerful combination of a red dragon's dive and dragon breath can directly divide the entire battlefield.

Leaving aside the distant past, the Great Red Dragon's breath is still slowly burning to this day.

Seeing the monsters who had abandoned his team without hesitation, Rean sighed. Perhaps he had to go deeper to practice his new combat skills.

In reality, this was just the beginning of the design.

"Even ordinary monks can summon elemental flames to form their own fire serpents."

The damage from the flame tentacles is not important; what is important is that the Four Symbols Monks can use them as extensions of their own bodies, using the elemental tentacles to enhance their mobility and the fire serpents to utilize the monks' abilities.

Perhaps it is not as formidable as the multi-armed monk, one of the most troublesome superhumans, but it still forces his opponents to be wary of the low-profile fire snakes and even the fire snakes under their feet when they are fighting with their hands and feet.

The seemingly minor elemental tentacles can become quite dangerous if combined with a Monk's "Shockwave," "Thrust Through the Mountain," or "Death Touch." A single careless touch could be fatal.

"I also plan to use dragon flame to form my own 'tentacles'."

Rean prepared to retract the dragon's breath fire and transform it into tentacles to lash out at his opponent. Even if his current level was insufficient to master advanced monk combat techniques, the sheer intensity of the dragon's flames was enough to melt his opponent's armor with a single punch.

Monks are professionals who wield the power of life and the physical body.

The dragon's greatest innate offensive ability is its breath. Rean tried to restrain the dragon's breath and transform it into stable tentacles, but as soon as he used it, the low-level monsters that smelled the dragon's breath scattered and fled without hesitation.

"Tsk, I'm also planning to try the Mind Sound Fist."

The gauntlet on his right arm bears the mark of the Black Dragon, but it is mixed with large areas of red coating, creating a striking contrast between red and black.

The fist is surrounded by two intersecting dragon heads, and judging from its appearance alone, it resembles a ferocious two-headed dragon's fist. The power of the two dragons makes it expand to an absurd degree.

On the left is a sapphire dragon in a deep blue hue, much lighter and more delicate, with a small bell hanging from it that sways in the wind.

The two high-speed-moving monks looked rather foolish, almost like cats that had deliberately put bells on themselves.

"Aren't you just warning the opponent? They can't launch a sneak attack anymore. They'll be detected when they move at high speed."

Talia was a little curious, and the father and daughter, who would start arguing again as soon as they stopped, also subconsciously looked over.

"Snapped!"

With a snap of his fingers, a small floating bell hovered above the dragon's fist, its sound echoing continuously.

However, cracks had already appeared in the surrounding rocks. This wasn't a matter of attacking from a distance; it was the simplest and most direct use of the Sapphire Dragon talent.

"Sonic damage?"

Sapphire dragons are experts at manipulating sound waves; they can use them not only as radar but also as deadly sonic breath.

Rean's idea was to use the sapphire dragon head on his left fist to unleash his Mind Sound Fist, making the sound waves his "tentacles".

Unlike the Sapphire Dragon's "Radar" and "Sonic Breath," Rean prefers the silent and stealthy erosion of infrasound (vibration). If he could use this form to allow the "Breathing Hole" ability to corrode the opponent's flesh and blood.
"You're not ready yet; you need more training."

Rean looked down the deeper steps. Were there still any targets for a fight here?

He happily moved down to the lower level, where the monks filled his biggest gap in skill, and the new fusion combat style gave him a lot to look forward to.

"That bastard, that bastard actually dared to look down on me!" Someone cursed the group of monks in the mirror demon with impotent rage.

He didn't even dare to yell too loudly.

Kane Sudar looked at his brother, whose appearance had been completely altered, and at the terrifying fighting power he had displayed. Even the proud blue dragon monk had praised his brother's strength; what was he compared to him?

It seems that being despised or even ignored is taken for granted.

Should he just leave with his tail between his legs? Because of Rean's "clarification," he had become a laughing stock in the aristocratic circles, and even those mercenary peasants dared to look down on him.

The more furiously the "damn bastard" cursed, the more incompetent he appeared.

He took a deep breath and subconsciously reached for the black letter in his pocket, a very dangerous invitation. But it seemed he had no choice.

"You forced me to do this." Looking at the younger brother's rampage in the mirror demon's image, and the older brother's fall into depravity, he found someone to blame.

(End of this chapter)