Chapter 679 Arad Vs Vlad: Part II Build Different

Chapter 679 Arad Vs Vlad: Part II Build Different

?"You did it again," Vlad looked at Arad with a giggle, "What's that steam for?"

Arad took a deep breath, taking a stance with a clenched fist pulled to the back. The muscles on his shoulder and chest expanded as his thighs almost ripped his pants off, "Slowly!" He growled, the knuckles on his fist turning black as they opened to his void, pulling air in at a violent rate.

"GAH!" Vlad gasped, his body getting pulled toward Arad's fist.

CRACK! Vlad plunged his legs into the ground to resist the wind's pull, "What are you up to?"

The wind pull stopped, "Second come the push!" Arad swung his fist forward, unleashing all the air he sucked into his stomach at once. It was akin to a man swallowing air only to burp it back a second later, but at the scale, Arad was doing it through his fist. The result was devastating.

The unleashed air took the form of a thin layer of compressed air flying toward Vlad in the form of a shockwave, blasting him away alongside the buildings around him.

Vlad flew away, "A seventh-tier wind blast? No, that wasn't magic." He burst laughing, "Are you trying to surpass magic itself?"

[Wind Breeze] Is a 0-tier spell that creates a weak breeze. It's a simple spell that's easy to learn and doesn't consume any mana. Anyone can learn it to fan the heat in the summer. But any man can achieve the same effect by fanning his face with his palm alone. No need to resort to magic, and to most, it's only a choice between spending either stamina or mana to achieve the same thing with a different method.

Arad's stomach is a biological function of his body as a void dragon, to him it's like breathing. It doesn't need that much brain power to use, even in his limited state due to the lack of blood going to his brain, it's still perfectly usable. So why won't he use it to achieve effects similar to magic now that he doesn't have the brain power to cast spells?

"Who said that I can't use spells without magic?" Arad stared at Vlad, lifting his arm up. He swung it down, releasing a boulder from his stomach out of his palm and sending it flying toward Vlad at a blinding speed.

Vlad tried to dodge, but he was a bit late, losing his left arm to the flying boulder. "Stone cannon? You keep pulling those things out like they're nothing,"

"Of course they are nothing," Arad said, taking a step toward Vlad with his shoulder muscles growling larger as he got ready to throw another thing out of his stomach, "It wouldn't do to be limited by magic,"

SWOSH! Arad swung his arm, and a long chain emerged from his palm like a whip, wrapping around the building beside Vlad as he dodged it. With one pull, Arad pulled himself toward Vlad at high speed.

Vlad flapped his wings, flying back and laughing his ass off, "This fighting style,"

Arad swung from one house to another with the chain, pulling a longsword from his stomach and swinging it at Vlad's neck.

"It's just like Alcott," Vlad dodged Arad's attack, pulled a large scythe out of his palms, and swung at Arad.

Arad dodged and swung back at Vlad's left wing, cutting it.

Right before falling, Vlad pointed two fingers at Arad's stomach, "BANG!" A condensed, one-foot diameter ball of blood flew right through Arad's torso, sending him flying back with a trail of blood until he hit the city's wall.

Arad simply separated the alcohol from the water, concentrating it further in his stomach, and since the dwarven fire wine was already as strong as whisky, it got done in a few seconds. What Arad breathed was alcohol set ablaze by the heat generated from the [Ho-white nova] in his chest.

Vlad gasped. The flame around his body wasn't fading as the alcohol stuck to his skin, then mixed into his wounds, and started acting like fuel.

BAM! BAM! Using the air bursts coming out of his soles, Arad could jump off air. He flew over the building to chase Vlad's burning body. His control was still sloppy as he was just learning to fight with his stomach and without using magic, but it was still enough to disorient the vampire who used sensing magic to predict opponent attacks.

Jumping off the air, Arad flew past Vlad and clenched a fist, punching him again and again, bouncing his left and right as if he were playing catch with himself.

"I see," Vlad growled, "I shouldn't treat you like any other opponent, you're quite special, not just strong, but a quick adapter that learns and improvises on the fly,"

Clensh! Vlad grabbed Arad by the wrist and punched him in the chest. "Is this how void dragons fight? I never met one before." Vlad smiled as blood gushed out of his skin and diluted the alcohol to stop the flames.

Arad swung his fist at Vlad, but the attack was dodged. He was far smaller than Arad and could wiggle around his fists.

CRACK! Vlad punched Arad once more, "I've changed my mind. I'm not killing you." He punched Arad again, "You're built differently. You must be studied," Vlad screamed, unleashing a barrage of fists toward Arad, pummeling his chest and face.

SWOSH! Another burst of steam gushed out of Arad's back, even larger than anything that came out before. His cooling system was getting closer to perfection, and he'd be able to supply his brain with enough blood to fight at that moment.

"Vampires! Answer my call!" Vlad shouted, and ten vampire lords rushed in, surrounding him and Arad. "Even if I can beat you on my own, I'm not wasting energy or taking any chances. You're too unpredictable to be taken lightly,"

Vlad clenched a fist, "Only blame your talent for your misfortune," He conjured a massive blood blade, "I'll cut him apart, and you lots take those parts and stay a kilometer away from each other. Don't let him regenerate,"

VOM! Arad suddenly swung his arm at Vlad's face, but it got dodged again.

Vlad smiled, only having a faint scratch on his cheek, "I'm watching your every move, you won't hit me ever again,"

As Vlad smiled, his nipples burst into a stream of blood as his eyes saw the shiny little knife poking from Arad's palm.

Arad took the chance and grabbed Vlad by the neck, stabbing him several times with the knife in the face. With each stab, Vlad's nipples re-exploded, opening a massive hole in his chest.

While still grabbing Vlad and stabbing him, Arad flew away using jets of air from his legs and ground his skull on the capital's streets, painting them red.

"Bastard!" Vlad screamed, kicking Arad's jewels at full strength. "Get away from me!" But he quickly gasped, finding Arad unfazed.

"Dalla's slaps hurt more," Arad pinned Vlad to the ground with his foot, ignoring the charging vampires. He lifted his right fist with the exploding nipple knife poking from between his fingers, as well his left open palm.

BA-BA-BAM! Arad unleashed an endless barrage of punches and slaps at the pinned Vlad, sending a shockwave across the ground strong enough to send the vampires around them flying away.