Chapter 522

Chapter 522. Struggle of Dragons (3)

“?...”

Hmm?”

Shen checked his posture and frowned.

“Right.”

I understood the intent right away.

Just a little while ago, that man used spearmanship focused on careful defense.

But now it has the opposite vibe.

It began to reveal such tension that it seemed that it would rush at any time with the spearhead pointed straight ahead.

“This isn't too bad either.

So even if it's a bit reckless. Try it. And this one...?”

Before he could finish his words, the ground beneath Zerkel's feet exploded.

Unleashing a terrifying charge with more power than just hitting the ground, he quickly closed the distance towards Shen.

“It suits my taste so much!”

Shen tried to change the direction by hitting the spear that was extending with the back of his hand, but when he noticed that the qi on the blade was sharper than expected, he quickly increased his external attack.

His skin now is harder than steel.

It boasts that level of defense, but it cannot be completely possessed. The energy carried by that spear was sharp enough.

If so, it's not kicking.

“I will have to accept it and accept it.”

Without hesitation, Shen leaned forward in reverse.

The blade of the spear that was not completely thrown away cuts his shoulder and passes by.

It's not a shallow wound, but he ignored it as if it wasn't a big deal.

Rather, it went one step further.

He stretched out his hand and poured water on it.

Shen's coffin is aimed squarely at his neck.

“this!”

However, unlike his words, there is no disappointment in his eyes.

Without hesitation, Zerkel raised his left arm, which did not hold a spear, and blocked Shen's watering.

However, no matter how firmly the outer shell is strengthened with external air, it cannot be stopped.

Shen's hand easily pierces Zerkel's arm.

But that's all.

Because it was pierced and blocked, Shen's blow was unable to take his life.

“...It hurts more than I thought.”

Frowning, Zerkel gripped the hilt of the spear close to the blade.

It's uncomfortable, but it's not to the extent that a person with that level of skill can't wield it.

“Get something in return!”

Right from Shen's side, a spear flies as if it would cut at any moment.

Shen didn't even look at it and swung his free hand away from the spear.

Of course, his hands get tattered while he slashes the sharp blade with his bare hands, but he didn't mind either.

If you hesitate even a little for fear of getting hurt, the vital point will be pierced right away.

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He immediately kicked and bounced off Zerkel's stomach.

Shen's hand slipped from his arm, and each sprayed blood to keep them apart.

“Ah....

He grumbled and gripped the spear again.

As a result of the current skirmish, the damage suffered by the two was concentrated on one arm.

However, if you look closely, the injury to Zerkel is bigger.

Shen's administration had shattered his arm bones and damaged his muscles.

I'm sure that arm will no longer be usable.

But he grinned as if it didn't matter.

Soon the puncture wound will begin to heal.

It is closer to regeneration than recovery.

“...You're using a strange trick.”

“It’s not a trick, it’s a racial trait.”

“?...?-Race.”

characteristic.

At those words, Shen frowned.

“Let’s see. It is not easy to show this.”

Serkel smiled ferociously.

It would not be an illusion that the fangs looked sharper than before.

His muscles swell.

The outer skin changes to hard fur and is covered with white hairs as it is.

Soon his appearance changed into that of a large werewolf.

“Is it a beast?”

“Werewolf. Well, this life was born like this. Pretty lucky.”

Zerkel hit the floor with his long tail.

“I’m used to being as human as possible, but this is pretty good too. Very energetic.”

Zerkel put even more strength into the hand holding the spear hilt.

It seemed that he was fairly confident of victory after revealing his original appearance.

But again, he was surprised.

As soon as it pierces Shen's stomach, he grabs the spear with the strength of his left arm.

“Did you think you were the only one who could fight to the death with the determination to give up your body?”

“No way... ugh!”

Zerkel quickly let go and tried to throw away the spear, but it was too late.

At that moment, a heavy shock spread through his body.

Shen's fist struck him near the heart.

The blow alone crushes the heart.

“Heuk!”

He vomited the congestion that had pooled in his throat.

Maybe the current hit is different from the normal attack, so it's not easy to recover.

The heart recovers, but it feels stuffy as if something is blocked.

“No matter how good the recovery is, it will be painful if the meridian itself is completely blocked.”

Shen forcibly pulled out the spear that went through the ship and broke it.

He picks up a pill that has fallen on the floor, shakes it off, puts it in his mouth and chews it.

It's okay to put something like that in your mouth.

Serkel uselessly admired in the pain of his nose falling off.

The moment he swallowed the pill, the wound through his abdomen healed in an instant.

“...Could it really be medicine?

Isn't it poison?”

“Nothing. It was developed while researching the medicine left behind by the teacher.”

Shen explained with displeasure that he treated his medicine as poison.

An elixir that heals any wound at once and replenishes energy.

In the West, it is a medicine that is comparable to an elixir...or more effective.

Instead, it is difficult to obtain materials, and the value of this is equivalent to that of a small city.

Other than that, the downside is the unique taste and smell.

well that's trivial

“Don't think that the struggle to abandon your body is your own privilege.”

In an instant, Shen's body disappeared.

And right after that, Zerkel let out a grotesque scream and bounced forward.

Before he knew it, Shen returned behind him and gave him three blows.

Ahhhh!”

Hold your breath as if in pain.

Shen tilted his head, as if confirming the sensation of being hit earlier.

“Your regenerative power. The closer to the vital point, the difference in regeneration speed. Are there subtle inner wounds?

Contrary to what you say, it's not perfect.”

“???? what?”

“There is no difference between races. Wasn’t there anything to bring out the season?”

“What nonsense!”

He screamed and took out a new spear and tried to wield it.

But his legs gave way and his vision slanted to the side.

“???? uh?”

“Didn’t I tell you? My wounds remain.”

Isn't Shen clicking his tongue and bewildering as if he didn't realize that?

“That strange trait of you. Doesn't that only apply to the blows and injuries your body perceives?”

In other words, it means that Shen continued to build up shocks that he hadn't felt before.

And even now, Serkel's brain is completely unaware of this injury.

If you don't recognize it, is there any way you can recover?

The loose leg hardly moves.

“It is over.”

Sentencing it, Shen unleashed a wild torrent of power that consumed him.

At once, the whole body is torn and ground, destroyed in a mess, and swept away like a torrent.

The unleashed power shattered several kilometers intact.

“It doesn’t matter if that poor recovery continues. If that's the case, just smash it once more and that's it.”

As if it really didn't matter, Shen just spit it out emotionlessly.

I can't say the war situation is very good.

‘Difficulty.'

Is it also insufficient?

The trainer concluded by organizing the current situation in his head once more.

Just now he was defeated by a former creature who joined Arell's side.

Other reincarnated people are also struggling now.

‘ admit.'

The dragons are admirably defending against their invasion.

She decided to accept the truth as it was.

But that's just acknowledgment.

It doesn't mean giving up.

Admit it.

That means it will soon mean this.

‘It's time to take out the things I treasured.'