They don't want me to try anymore.

Richard was indeed beaten so badly he couldn't lift his head. He had to recall Big Black and hide under its wings. He then released several layers of protective shields before he could barely stand.

He finally understood why Sophia and Catherine had had such a difficult time fighting before...

"You can't win if you only know how to dodge."

Outside, William strolled leisurely, manipulating the wind, snow, and thunderstorms—essentially part of his body—to continuously bombard the black dragon.

"Roar!"

Whenever Dahei is about to unleash its dragon breath, he only needs to dodge the very core of the breath to ignore all the other damage and remain graceful.

"You've been practicing with Sophia for a month, you should be quite familiar with this blizzard-style attack, right? How about this?"

He smiled slightly, and half of his body transformed into rising flames.

He plans to play a game of ice and fire.

"If you keep playing the turtle, even a purple-eyed black dragon wouldn't be able to hold out..."

Before the words were even finished, the black dragon roared and charged forward with its entire body!

William cautiously took a few steps back, intending to retaliate, but then saw the black dragon suddenly disappear and return to the illusionary realm, while Richard emerged from under its wings and approached within ten meters.

"What's the use of getting closer! Do you expect me to compete with you in swordsmanship?"

William snorted coldly, his hands transforming into two fiery whips, which he lashed out at Richard.

Richard then summoned dozens of plump rabbits to block the path of the fire whip.

"Ha, what a cliché."

William was indeed arrogant, but he had indeed studied Richard seriously and knew that the latter had modified some white rabbits in Connaught Forest as summons, and that there were disgusting things like venom in them.

Just like the stinging caterpillars that had left a deep impression on him before...

But disgusted as he was, he didn't think that his elementalized self would be harmed by such things.

People can be poisoned, but flames can't!

You think you can trick me into instinctively panicking and backing away? You're being incredibly naive!

William stood calmly in place, conjuring up even more fire whips, intending to bury Richard completely!

then……

The rabbits instantly swelled many times their original size, bursting open one by one, and out came...

Ok……

Nothing came out.

"empty?"

"Quite the opposite." Richard smiled slightly and snapped his fingers...

A huge explosion rang out!

boom!

Boom boom!

In an instant, flames shot into the sky, sweeping across the entire courtyard and spilling into the nearby streets!

"W-what? Your rabbit...what's inside it...?"

William was the flame itself at that moment, so he naturally wouldn't get burned.

However, the rapid expansion caused by the explosion forced his elementalized fiery body to expand hundreds of times, and for a time, every small particle was running around wildly and could not be stabilized.

In other words, at this moment, he lost control of his body!

Forget about retaliating against Richard, he couldn't even speak clearly!

"The mystery is solved: it contains hydrogen, oxygen, and some green, pollution-free natural gas!"

Richard, who had already deployed water elementals and a magic shield to protect himself, was completely unharmed.

It turned out that when he saw the bubbles in the tunnel, he remembered his chemistry knowledge from his previous life and thought that he could make some flammable and explosive gases to break William's body apart.

If you decentralize, and your whole body is made up of small particles, you're not afraid of being poisoned or cut by knives or axes, but if you're blasted too far apart, you won't be able to gather together for a while, right?

After a while of silence.

William's intermittent voice came from mid-air:

"I... can recover... but your gas... will run out..."

So what if you finish using it?

Richard chuckled: "There's more than one formula for victory."

He stepped forward, bent down, and picked up the trophy.

The text in the sky immediately changed.

[Richard has won the trophy, and the countdown to the competition begins...]

Then, Richard summoned the Great Black again, rode it to the horizon, and said to William, who had not yet fully gathered his strength:

"Now it's your turn to chase me~"

I need to take a day off.

I've been so busy these past few days that I'm completely overwhelmed, and then I found out some chapters were blocked and need a lot of revisions...

Headache……

Take a day off, resume tomorrow.

Adding words, adding words, adding words, adding purple sweet potato, adding purple sweet potato, not chasing purple sweet potato, not chasing Thanos, not chasing purple sweet potato, adding purple sweet potato, adding words, adding words, adding words.

Chapter 101 We are the champions!

He chased, he fled, and they both...

It sprouted wings and took flight.

Richard Targaryen!

"Scream all you want, scream until you're hoarse... but you still can't catch me!"

After receiving the trophy, Richard immediately mounted Big Black and began riding in circles.

His flammable and explosive gas could only paralyze William, not kill him, but so what? The rules of the game are that whoever holds onto the trophy for an hour wins, not whoever kills the entire match.

William is very powerful after transforming into his elemental form, but when it comes to flight speed...

It might not even be as good as the Black Dragon and the Dragonfly!

So the situation became one where William couldn't catch Richard and was somewhat stuck in a rut—especially since Richard was occasionally spraying exhaust fumes (spicy fumes) behind him.

how to say……

What was originally a tense and exciting one-on-one challenge gradually turned into a farce.

The audience outside was stunned.

Many people even forgot that they could breathe and almost suffocated themselves!

The couple who had been fighting earlier now had their hopes of winning back their bets rekindled, and they stopped fighting and began to pray.

In the painting.

"You scoundrel..."

William dodged another wave of black dragon "exhaust fumes," but with time running out, he finally couldn't take it anymore.

"Don't think you're the only one who can summon dragons!"

He took out a black sheepskin magic book with an eyeball embedded in its cover from his bosom, flipped to the middle, and began to recite a string of obscure incantations.

Soon, the eyeballs on the cover began to move as if they were alive, and a black mist gradually drifted around William.

Richard blinked, recognizing the tactic.

It is essentially a summoning spell, but because the caster is not a professional, it needs to rely on tools and pay more magic power and sacrifices... However, if the tools and sacrifices are of high quality, the final result should not be underestimated.

As expected, the black mist eventually condensed into a massive black gate of light.

With a dragon's roar, a red dragon head, about the same size as Big Black, emerged from inside.

Among the audience outside, some knowledgeable people shouted it out.

"I'd heard rumors before that the Clinton family had long-term contracts with several red dragons, and I never imagined it was true!"

"It seems Commander William is really angry, he even brought out this trump card that he should have kept hidden."

"If that's the case, wouldn't William be equivalent to both a high-level Silver Rank elemental mage and a Silver Rank summoner?"

"Not necessarily, there must have been a huge price he would have paid for doing that... But in any case, this farce should be over now, and the Connaughts have no chance of turning the tables!"

"That's right, now everyone has a dragon..."

"Waaah, give me back my money for the clock!" The wife raised her nails again, as if to scratch the other half of her husband's face.