86 Wondering. (1/2)

The human body is fragile. No matter how you manipulate your blessings, you can't make up the difference in your innate physicality.

There is no doubt that your opponent is a superior warrior. His spirit and abilities, which have not diminished in the slightest under such desperate circumstances, are among the best among the humans that Rainer has met so far.

But even so, if the opponent was a mere demonic beast, it would be no problem, but compared to the lion dragon Rainer, who was born to be a champion, his power was a little too fragile.

In the face of his ironclad fur, Dell's attacks were completely unsuccessful. No sharp slashes or gushing light energy could harm the body of the lion dragon.

So this is what a human being looks like. .......

”Weak. Too weak. You're too weak. You should have brought the Dragon Slayer's sword so you could have some fun. ......

Dell did not respond to Rainer's words. It's just that he's desperately trying to catch up with Lynell's attack.

He dodged a blow that snapped his entire weapon, and turned quickly to his blind spot. He withstood the roar and boldly aimed for Rynell's eyes.

His movements were seemingly undiminished, but the dazzling light that had filled his body was beginning to fade.

The power of the demise knight's control--the blessing--is finite. There would be a difference in physical strength, and if the fight continued at this rate, it would be obvious that Dell would fall in the near future.

But such a fight is not what Rainer wants. Defeating a warrior at the peak of his powers is the only way to make sense of it.

After several crossings, Rainer stepped back for the first time. Del holds up his sword, which has been reduced to a mere speck of dust, and glares at him with glittering eyes.

”Knight of the End, there's no intent to kill in your attack. Why aren't you coming at me?

”Ha, ha. ......

Dell is a great warrior. His skill, his strength, his courage are unparalleled for a human.

But it's boring. There's not enough killing intent in Dell's attacks. That's why he doesn't step in against Lynell when he steps back. I'm sure he has an agenda, but it's too boring.

Endo Baron's attack had the intention of killing Ryner at any cost. There was an almost cursed desire to kill him even if it meant being killed.

The way he challenged him in front of his weakness, the holy silver, was something to marvel at even if his body had not yet reached the level of Rynell. And that will was still there just before he fled through the hole in the wall.

Race doesn't matter. That's the monster. To kill the monster, you have to become the monster.

The warrior in front of him was too good to be consumed by stalling.

Build up your strength. A strong heat arose in my body. With a deep breath, his golden mane stood on end.

”Take it, warrior of men. Take my power.

Sensing the change in the air, Dell's face twisted. All the power of the light flowing through his body gathered at the tip of his sword.

It's not the same as before, it's the type that concentrates on the attack. I'm sure the swordsman in front of you has been through a lot,” laughed Rainer.

Rynell is a hybrid of a lion monster and a dragon. The dragon's blood flowing through him gave him not only a strong body, but also a concentrated energy.

The energy is concentrated. A searing pain rushes to his throat. His pelt glows gold.

Dragon's Breath.

It's the dragon's way of transforming his power and releasing it. It's one of the reasons dragons are called the strongest.

It's been a really long time since I've unleashed it. So far, most battles had been settled without the need to use it. Maybe not even once since he became known as the Demon Lord.

Ryner was not a pure dragon, but the power of the breath from his well-honed body surpassed that of any other dragon.

No signal was needed. Despite his diminutive size, the demise knight intends to receive the Breath.

A steel sword should mean nothing in the face of a dragon's breath, but the knight had no fear.

A quiet light is swirling around the sword's body. Fatigue doesn't matter. The power of the demise knight in front of him was at its peak.

And this is the last time.

Inhaling heavily, Lynell roars. And Dell roars back.

And a golden light shines forth.

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It was a power worthy of the name of the strongest.

There was no impact. The sound faded, the sensation disappeared. A surge of power so great that it temporarily paralyzed the senses.

There was no evasion. If you turn your back you'll be burned in an instant. To overcome it, he needed to concentrate his power.

”Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!