Chapter 104 - One-Hundred (2/2)

With a growl we attack.

The low levels reach first and are wiped out by his first attack, a wide arch from the blade that covers all his front and back as he moves his feet to the side, twisting his body with the movement while being able to reach all around him.

The other two surround him from opposites sides while I do the same, circulating and boxing him up, so when his first move was used up we jump towards him.

Only that he wasn't done with his attack yet.

I'm only able to take the other hounds out of there with my Shadow Tentacles when my fur stands on edge and a blue-white lighting starts to creep up on his lance-sword.

And it makes me realize that his name, The Roaring Dragon, was not for naught.

”Soaring Dragon Slash!” He screams when he finally stops rotating his body, bringing the blade further forward while the lightening increases in quantity and speed, like a nest of snakes going wild.

At some point the wind joins in, and both unite in a turmoil that takes the shape of a snake dragon with a pair of white bright eyes and a mouth full of teeth that opens up to let a defying growl out as it shakes the fallen trees and stones surrounding us, the mere force of that roar squishes my racing heart and creates pressure on my chest.

”Fire Shield!” I say as I'm unable to escape the attack just for how quick and sudden it surged, plus having used my ways of escape to help the others out.

As weird as it sounds, however, I had learned a few things from my brother too, especially what concerns fire magic since he, somehow, was good at it.

From my mouth a fan of fire spills out and quickly covers the floor, rising up high above and curving into a half-circle, the orange-red flames shining in the night like an astral image, the lines shinning like veins as it burned vividly.

But fire is not a very good thing to make a shield out of, especially since is not even solid, so while the dragon collided with it in a bright shocking explosion I dash back until I was far enough from the rage of damage created by our magic's impact collision to watch it unfold.

Like a thunderstorm it feels like two massive clouds had just collided, the fire and the lighting mixing together and getting more volatile by the second, until the white-blue and orange-red fuse together and expand, exploding and making me look away from the too-bright light.

Once I look back, however, Mao Zexian is flying once more, his clothes fluttering wildly with the force of the explosion, and only adding to his already astonishing figure is the moon and the full of stars sky framing him from behind making his ornaments glint and his eyes shine as he looked down at me.

He sheaths his swords with a single swing of his arms and body with the confidence of someone who had done it many times before, and says:

”Well, it seems like our playtime is over, but don't worry, I felt like we will meet each other soon, very soon, and by then you will have changed your mind…I will make sure you do.”

At that he throws something at me, onde of his crystal transparent daggers, but his aim is off and it hits the floor in front of me, and when I see that there is something warped around the weapon and look up only to discover that he is already gone.

And the night doesn't stay quiet for long.