Reincarnated as a blue dragon, he collided head-on with a wizarding civilization.

The human male who suddenly arrived had a short, straight-bladed knife of moderate length hanging from his waist. The scabbard was plain and unadorned, but the metal parts of the handle and the scabbard opening were polished exceptionally smooth.

At this moment, the blade was not fully drawn; only a short section of the blade was visible.

Under the moonlight, the blade had an eerie, dark color that reflected almost no light, as if it could even devour light itself.

His face was cold and stern, like a rock carved by a knife and axe, revealing no emotional fluctuations.

The light in those eyes was colder than that of any predator.

His gaze swept from Motu to Green Tile, and then back again.

"You two killed Nuzor and the others."

His voice wasn't loud, and he stated this assertion as if he were stating a fact.

Motu's heart tightened; he instantly realized the situation was very troublesome.

The Nuzuoer they mentioned was clearly the name of the minor leader from the previous camp.

The green tile fell from the sky, landing heavily on another slightly lower rock, splashing up some mud and water.

Her three forked tails were fully extended behind her, with the bony spikes at the ends standing upright, aimed at the gray figure on the top of the rock. Her whole body was tense, in the best state to pounce.

She turned her head and glanced quickly at Motu, her serrated mouthparts wide open, her emerald green vertical pupils filled with a fighting light.

"This one is mine."

Motu landed silently on another rock to her side and behind, its wings half-folded, its sharp claws digging deep into the damp rock crevices to steady itself.

His magical perception was already like the most sophisticated scanner, fully focused on the gray-armored man, trying to analyze the essence of his power.

Peak of Tier 1.

This is a preliminary assessment based on the total amount of magic power and the intensity of its fluctuations.

But, they are completely different.

The magical fluctuations of this person were vastly different from those of the previous henchmen and even that minor leader.

It was not a scattered, crude accumulation of energy, but a highly condensed, compressed, and orderly process!

It's like squeezing raging flames into a small but sturdy container; quiet, yet containing the potential to unleash terrifying power in an instant.

This is a power trait that ordinary warriors or adventurers could not possess; it is more like... the result of some kind of rigorous, systematic training.

"You can't beat him," Motu said.

"You'll only know after you try it."

Before she finished speaking, her body had already transformed into a violent, dark green bolt of lightning, tearing through the air and hurtling straight towards the top of the rock!

It moved so fast that it left a trail of afterimages behind her!

The three forked tails suddenly lashed out from three tricky angles, like a venomous snake that had been waiting for a long time!

The bony spikes at the tail tip locked onto the gray-armored man's throat, heart, and flank, creating a sharp and piercing sound as they cut through the air!

That person didn't dodge.

He didn't even move, just stood there quietly, seemingly oblivious to the deadly attack that was right in front of him.

The green tiles' bony spikes, carrying enough power to pierce through rock, stabbed fiercely at their target!

"bite--!"

It wasn't the dull thud of flesh tearing apart, but a crisp, clear sound like metal clashing!

The three bone spikes were simultaneously blocked in the air, about a foot away from the gray-armored man's body!

A translucent film, as thin as a cicada's wing yet shimmering with a pale golden hue, appeared out of thin air like the most solid, invisible barrier!

The immense force of the bone spur tip struck the light membrane, but it was completely annihilated without even causing a ripple!

Green Tile's vertical pupils contracted instantly in astonishment.

Only then did the man finally make a move.

He simply raised his right hand, spread his fingers, and gently pushed it outwards in the direction of the green tiles.

"Buzz—!"

A condensed, almost tangible, pale golden beam of light burst forth from his palm!

That was not a beam of light; it was more like a giant hammer made of pure energy, invisible and intangible yet weighing a thousand pounds!

It slammed squarely into the center of Green Tile's chest!

"Boom!"

Green Tile's massive body was struck head-on by a battering ram and spun back at an even faster speed than when it was charging!

It crashed through three dead ancient trees, each as thick as a waist, and finally slammed into a steep rocky cliff dozens of meters away!

With a tooth-grinding roar and a cloud of dust from shattered rocks, the hard rock wall was smashed into a crater nearly two meters deep!

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, the green tile slid down from the pit and crashed to the ground with a thud.

She coughed violently twice, and dark red blood foam spilled from the corner of her mouth.

Shaking its head, the green dragon struggled to crawl out of the pile of rubble.

At this moment, seven or eight scales on her chest had shattered, revealing the pink flesh beneath, which was mangled and bleeding profusely.

However, in the green tiles' vertical pupils, there was no fear or retreat, but rather more confusion and... a fierce light of utter rage.

"What...what was that thing just now?"

She shook her slightly dazed head, her gaze returning to the gray-armored man in the distance.

"Again!"

She let out a low growl and exerted force with all four limbs once more!

This time, she didn't use her tail.

Its massive body crouches low, like a true jungle predator, concentrating its speed and power into a single point, and pounces again!

With a sharp whistling sound as it tore through the air, the right forepaw aimed straight at the opponent's face, its claw tip gleaming coldly!

This time, the gray-armored man finally moved.

With incredible lightness and precision, he turned slightly to the side at the last second.

"Sizzle!"

The sharp claws of the green tile grazed the edge of his ear and landed in empty space.

However, her forward momentum was too strong, and her body continued to move forward due to inertia.

Just as she passed by, the gray-armored man raised his left hand as if he had expected it, and with a seemingly casual and light palm strike, he imprinted it on the side of Green Tile's lower back and spine.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, Green Tile's body was slammed to the ground as if by an invisible, enormous force!

Her massive body slid more than ten meters along the rough rock surface, carving a shockingly deep trench in the hard ground!

She lay prone at the end of the ravine, coughing up two more mouthfuls of blood, then struggled to her feet, using her trembling forelimbs to lift herself up.

Her left forearm was bent at an unnatural angle.

The skillful force of that palm strike just now actually snapped her arm bone!

Green Tile glanced down, his face showing no pain, only extreme impatience.

She stretched out her right claw, grabbed the broken part of her left arm, and twisted it with a sudden force!

"Snap!"

A chilling sound of bones realigning rang out.

She moved her left paw, and although it was still painful, it had at least regained its basic shape and grasping ability.

"Again!"

Her voice was hoarse from pain and anger, but her fighting spirit burned even more fiercely.

The gray-armored man's cold, human eyes finally clearly reflected the figure of the green-tiled man.

He watched as the pink flesh beneath the scales on her chest, shattered by his holy power, began to writhe, close, and stop bleeding at an abnormally fast pace.

After she forcibly repositioned her arm bone, she saw subtle yet firm signs of recovery in the extremities.

A faint, almost scrutinizing glint of something else flashed across the depths of the gray-armored man's eyes.

Its regenerative ability far surpasses that of ordinary dragon blood.

For the first time, his right hand rested on the hilt of the sword at his waist.