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Deep within the Monster Mountains.

The edge of the cold pool.

The air was so cold it felt like it was about to freeze.

Every breath I took carried tiny ice shards that stung my throat.

Raven was shirtless.

Even in this environment where the temperature is tens of degrees below zero.

He was still radiating heat, and the sweat that had just seeped out was evaporated into white mist by his body temperature.

Opposite him was a "mountain".

A living, silvery-white mountain of flesh, radiating a terrifying dragon's might.

Frost Dragon.

The overlord among level nine Warcraft.

This guy, just lying there, is over a hundred meters long.

The enormous scales resembled silver shields, reflecting a chilling light in the dim forest.

"roar!"

The dragon's roar shook the surrounding trees, causing the snow to fall in a flurry.

A chilling, fishy-smelling current gushed forth from that enormous mouth filled with sharp teeth.

Raven didn't quit.

The rocks beneath his feet instantly crumbled, and he was like a cannonball launched from a gun, advancing instead of retreating.

The black greatsword twirled in his hand.

Despite weighing a thousand pounds, it felt like he was holding a straw in his hand.

"break!"

A loud shout.

The heavy sword cleaved through the cold current with an eerie lightness, yet the moment it touched the dragon scales, it unleashed a devastating pressure like a landslide.

when!

Sparks flew everywhere.

The dragon scales, which were strong enough to withstand the bombardment of intermediate-level magic, were actually smashed with fine cracks by this sword.

The frost dragon roared in pain as its massive tail swept across.

That's not what it means to handle something with ease.

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This is pure power, an unreasonable impact of hundreds of tons.

The air was compressed and exploded.

Raven's pupils contracted slightly. With nowhere to gain leverage in mid-air, he could only parry with his heavy sword.

boom!

The figure flew backward, crashing through more than a dozen ancient trees that were as thick as a person's embrace, before finally slamming into a cliff face.

Gravel tumbled down, and dust filled the air.

A hint of human disdain flashed in the frost dragon's enormous vertical pupils.

Humans are nothing but mortals.

Although it's strong and thick-skinned, it's still just a monkey that can only jump around.

It spread its wings, its enormous body blotting out the sky, casting shadows like the cloak of death.

It prepared to unleash a final burst of dragon breath to freeze the monkey into an ice sculpture.

Sudden.

A sound came from the pile of rocks.

Raven pushed away the boulder pressing down on him, dusted himself off, and swaggered out.

The birthmark on the back of my left hand felt slightly warm.

The minor injury caused by the shock from that tail strike healed almost completely in the blink of an eye, soothed by the warm current.

"It's quite powerful."

Raven spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and grinned.

There was no fear in that smile; instead, it exuded a chilling excitement.

This is the kind of opponent he wants.

Compared to this dragon, the previous purple-striped black bear was simply a spoiled baby.

The frost dragon was stunned.

Its simple brain circuits are incomprehensible.

Why was this human able to stand up as if nothing had happened after taking a direct hit from its dragon tail?

This physical strength is even more monstrous than Warcraft?

"Again!"

Raven bent his knees slightly, and the ground exploded again.

This time, he didn't confront the tree head-on. Instead, his figure darted between the tree trunks, moving as fast as a black lightning bolt.

He can't fly.

This is sore.

But over the past two weeks, he had already figured out the attack habits of this big guy.

The frost dragon was enraged.

Its wings flapped violently, a gale arose from the ground, and its massive body rose into the air.

If you can't win, fly away; that's the privilege of the dragon race.

It looked down from above, and when it opened its mouth, a series of icicles rained down, like a deadly downpour.

Each icicle was as thick as a spear, and it would leave a deep crater when it landed.

Raven weaved through the dense attacks.

This is the limit of a level nine warrior's reaction speed.

He is waiting.

Waiting for an opportunity.

Although dragons are proud, this pride is often their weakness.

Once it feels it has the upper hand, it will want to come down and tear the enemy apart with its own hands, rather than staying in the air as a bomber.

really.

Seeing that the ice spikes could not hit the slippery human, the frost dragon lost patience.

It swooped down.

The enormous claws, accompanied by a piercing shriek that tore through the air, reached for Raven's head.

It's now!

A glint of light flashed in Raven's eyes.

He didn't hide.

Faced with the dragon's claws that were powerful enough to crush rocks, he actually went straight for them.

In that instant, the heavy sword in his hand seemed to lose its weight, and his speed increased several times over.

The sword did not strike the dragon's claw, but instead, it twisted strangely and struck the joint on the side of the dragon's claw.

This strike wasn't delivered with brute force, but with skillful technique.

Using minimal force to achieve maximum effect.

Click!

A crisp sound of bone cracking rang out.

The frost dragon let out a mournful cry, its massive body losing its balance and crashing headlong into the ground.

Raven gave it no chance to breathe.

He leaped onto the dragon's back, stepping on its wings, and raised his greatsword high, aiming the blade at the inverted scale on the dragon's neck.

That's the dragon's Achilles' heel, its Achilles' heel.

"Lie down!"

The sword hilt slammed down.

It's not the blade, it's the hilt.

Boom!

The ground trembled.

The frost dragon's massive head was slammed into the mud and remained there for a long time.

It got dizzy.

He wasn't knocked unconscious, he was stunned by anger, and his brain was shaken by the immense force that erupted in that instant.

Raven jumped off the dragon's back, panting heavily.

The birthmark on the back of my hand was burning up, greedily repairing every tiny injury on my body.

That fight was exhilarating.

It felt like my entire body had been disassembled and reassembled.

But he still didn't sense any "momentum".

That feeling of merging with and borrowing from heaven and earth is still like looking through a layer of frosted glass—you can see it, but you can't touch it.

"Still not working?"

Raven scratched his hair in frustration.

He glanced at the frost dragon lying motionless on the ground.

The guy was still panting, and the white breath coming out of his nostrils froze the grass on the ground.

Did you kill him?

Kill them and eat them?

Raven rubbed his stomach.

In the past two weeks, he has consumed countless magical beasts.

But the birthmark on the back of his hand remained unchanged.

If I eat this dragon again, besides feeling bloated, I probably won't even be able to increase my fighting spirit by a little bit.

Wasting food is shameful.

Besides, in this world, you need a means of transportation, right?

I haven't reached the Holy Land yet, so I can't fly.

Every time we need to travel, we have to run on two legs. Although we run fast, it's not very impressive.

If only I could ride one of these things...

Raven stroked his chin, gazing at the Frost Dragon's graceful, streamlined body.

It looks good.

That's impressive.

This aligns with his status as the future head of the Bartley family.

I was just thinking about it.

The enormous creature on the ground stirred.

The frost dragon slowly raised its head.

Its vertical pupils were cloudy, clearly indicating that it had not yet recovered from the concussion.

When it saw Raven standing in front of it, the ferocity that came from its bloodline erupted once again.

"roar!"

It struggled to stand up.

But the broken claw and the excruciating pain in its brain caused it to fall again.

All he could do was stare intently at Raven with those venomous eyes.

Humanity!

Despicable humans!

If you're going to kill, then do it quickly!

Although it couldn't speak, Raven understood the meaning in its eyes perfectly.

The intelligence of level nine magical beasts is far beyond what it used to be; they are even smarter than many humans.