30 ONE-HUNDRED-PLUS-ONE (1/2)
Xiao Lan shrugged his shoulders, ”Okay, that may have been a bit too hot for a warm up, but it still worked out just alright in the end so that's fine. So... when are you two going to attack for real?”
Oblivion and Glory exchanged a glance. They were both veterans of many conflicts and hadn't lived for thousands of years for nothing... The situation was a first, sure, but it did not mean they couldn't come up with a solution to the problem at hand. Maybe they had even already come up with one. As a matter of fact, a solution had been in their minds from the very first moment they had laid sight on the Oak Shield.
And that had to do with the fact that, while head on attacks may not work, in the end...
There was still only one shield!
However, neither Oblivion nor Glory had never even considered implementing such a cowardly and unbefitting act of attacking a weaker opponent in the back! However, seeing the current situation and noticing the urgency in each other's draconic eyes, this pair of husband and wife truly felt at a loss and could not find a different way no matter how much they thought about it. The two only hesitated for a bit before nodding resolutely: a victory was a victory! And no matter how many times a corpse would scream ”unfair” as its soul undertook its journey towards the underworld, it would not bring him back to life.
””Roar!”” The dragon cries echoed as the two both began pushing their Long-Huo gems to their highest possible output: two flame dragons, one black and one white, began coiling around their bodies. Although the two might not look as impressive as the beast of grey flames that had nearly extinguished their lives earlier, the blazes making up the ephemeral dragons were growing hotter by the second as a faint amount of Flame Laws began to manifest...
Watching this, Xiao Lan chuckled and immediately yelled, ”Oh, two attacks this time around? This servant wonders which of the two Retard- ahem, Tyrant Dragons will attack first? It's usually ladies first, but after hearing your high-pitched cries of pain earlier, this servant has begun to doubt… just which of the two esteemed seniors, exactly, is the lady?”
Oblivion's mouth twitched but, surprisingly, he did not retort and instead simply focused on gathering power... They probably only had a single shot at this, and it would have to be enough to completely incapacitate the other party: they had already greatly exhausted their Long-Huo gems in the earlier exchange, after this they would be completely spent. Except for their Dragon Flames, they had no confidence that any other abilities they could demonstrate would be able to defeat their opponent while they still had that damned shield.
However... it's too late! Even if it's only one attack, it will be more than enough!
Xu Ling's eyes field of vision narrowed, as if he were squinting, and Xiao Wu felt his body stiffen as well for a second. He relaxed immediately thereafter, but she could still sense a faint nervousness had yet to be completely dispelled, as shown by his hand making its way towards Mirror's handle...
Seeing this, Xiao Wu was startled:
Did... Did he notice something wrong?
”Little Lan-,” Xu Ling turned to speak with Xiao Lan..
”Everything's under control Boss!” Xiao Lan's unhurried voice interrupted the blue-eyed man, ”Just look at this servant handle this: sit back, relax, and enjoy the view!”
”Little Lan...” Xu Ling sighed again.
”Mmm, what's up? Everything's alright!”
”... Fine. Just be sure to protect the rear as well or we'll all turn into roasted chicken.”
”Yeah sure... wait, what did Boss say?” Xiao Lan's relaxed image dropped and turned into one of horror as the figure of Oblivion, who had seemingly been standing beside Glory all along, suddenly blurred and dissipated into thin air: it was actually an afterimage! Then, came a dragon's roar, full of rage, hatred and humiliation, which, coupled with a sudden rise in temperature made even the carefree Xiao Lan clench his jaws.
The purple-haired youth turned around immediately and what awaited him was the terrifying sight of a slightly charred, golden dragon - resembling a more than a thousand feet tall, horned, winged lizard with finely chiseled golden scales - looking down upon the Evil Saint's army as the flaming, black dragon coiling around his body shot downwards!
”Feel my wrath, son of Xiao! Feel the might of a Tyrant!” Oblivion laughed maniacally as the dragon morphed into a ball of black fire many miles in diameter!
Xu Ling relaxed his tense body as he turned around with his lips crooked in a bitter smile, ”... Little Lan...”