Chapter 160: Mourning of the Three Fire Dragons (1/2)
Chapter 160: Mourning of the Three Fire Dragons
Charlotte’s fight looked extremely difficult.
Her metallic war avatar was continuously melting under the onslaught of her opponent’s burning dragon head, while her opponent, the boy wearing Three-Headed Dragon Academy’s uniform, was sprinkling a great amount of arcane particles from his hands, a dark, moss-green fire revolving around him.
Along with the combustion of this dark moss-green fire, the undulation of arcane power around this Three-Headed Dragon boy also seemed to become greater and greater.
“Blaze of Heart and Soul.” This was a taboo skill from Three-Headed Dragon Academy that could continuously enhance one’s power through the ignition of arcane particles.
No matter what arcane skill he would launch next, its might would definitely surpass the power it would usually have manyfold.
However, Charlotte wasn’t the one in the direst spot from what Ayrin saw. It was Joyce instead.
His opponent was the shorty from Wind Whisperer Academy.
This Wind Whisperer shorty was presently standing not far away from Joyce, facing him, his arms undulating like waves. There was a black light at his feet that seemed to flicker as though it were breathing. Facing him, Joyce also stood still, but he seemed to be in extreme pain judging by the look on his face, as though he couldn’t breathe at all, as though there were countless invisible things wrapped around his body.
At this time, the only pair that hadn’t genuinely started their fight yet was Ferguillo and Shinro.
The feathers glinting with gem-like luster quietly floated around Ferguillo, while Shinro also stood facing him without moving a jot.
There was no trace of shyness on Shinro’s face now. Seemingly guessing Ferguillo’s thoughts, he revealed shining-white teeth in a “sincere” smile and told Ferguillo, “Don’t even think about helping Joyce, your opponent is me.”
“Is that so?” Ferguillo faintly answered.
Among the several dozen feathers quietly floating around him, one of them suddenly floated away, shooting toward the Wind Whisperer shorty.
“Whoosh!”
At the same moment, Shinro’s figure suddenly vanished, bursting forth with an abrupt, fearsome force.
Ferguillo’s expression didn’t change at all.
That feather that’d already flown away increased its speed all of a sudden, instantly vanishing.
There came a “Hiss.”
Shinro’s figure appeared five to six meters away on Ferguillo’s left.
There was a tiny wound on his forehead. Fresh blood dripped down from the wound.
Shinro stretched out a finger and wiped away some of the blood that’d flown down to the corner of his eyebrow. He quietly said with a frown, “Mind Reading?”
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A few seconds ago. Ayrin’s figure flashed like a shadow, nearing Charlotte.
“This guy’s always doing whatever he wants! I told him to go and block that Hawkmoon guy, why’s he running back now?!”
The pounding sound of heavy ions was already resonating inside Charlotte. When she saw Ayrin rush her way, she was filled with the urge to puke blood.
“What?!”
“Switch opponents? What the hell is this guy plotting now!”
Charlotte immediately discovered from Ayrin’s lip movements and his hand gestures that he wanted to switch opponents with her.
Apart from Audrey’s enemy Massay from Abel Academy, Ivan’s enemy Chirade from Sea Gale Academy, and Ferguillo’s enemy Shinro, the other three were all substitutes without any fame in the national tournament. But the three of them had clearly been hiding their astounding strength, and all of them were celebrity-level opponents with at least three open gates.
Facing opponents like these at around the same level, she couldn’t understand what was the meaning of switching opponents.
“Oh well, let’s switch if you want to switch. Not like I have a choice anyway.”
She chose to believe in Ayrin at this instant. With the cracking sound of heavy particles reverberating inside her, she shot in the air like a cannonball, firing at Hawkmoon’s Lindon still standing there a little dazed because of Ayrin’s actions.
“I don’t fight with nameless people. What are you called, brave warrior?” Ayrin shouted at the Three-Headed Dragon boy.
Wrapped from head to toe in the dark moss-green Blaze of Heart and Soul, the Three-Headed Dragon boy arrogantly replied, “My name is Herry!”
“Skunk Devil Summoning!” Ayrin shouted again.
Everyone felt the urge to puke blood.
Just how much did he like this skill… He actually had to keep using it every now and then.
The one called Herry subconsciously held his breath.
“What!”
But what no one imagined was, there was no release of stench with Ayrin’s loud shout. Instead, a black cloud of bats rushed in Herry’s direction.
“Shooting Inferno!” Herry chanted.
Flames ignited in front of him and quickly shrank into a fireball about the size of a fist shooting at Ayrin’s direction, as fast as a blink.