Outcast Hunter - Chapter 136

Coated with his dragon scales, Drago unleashes his scorching flame, affecting those near him. Not to cause any trouble with the other hunters, Drago and the Old Destroyer flew up the sky and made it seem like they own it.

Casting their eyes down, the two males felt that as if they were the most superior creature ever made.

“Looking down on these creatures makes your heart flutter, right? You feel as if you are the most preponderant beings.”

Beneath Drago were the thousands of beings fighting against each other. Mercilessly, killing each other.

“Let us stop these idle chats. I won’t be able to maintain this form for too long.”

“I see. A temporary power-up it is. But why use it when you know that your power is limited!”

Their fists bumped on each other as Zenith initiated the first attack. Catching onto the old gentleman’s swift attack, Drago unleashes his terrifying hot aura once more.

“Truly formidable,” Zenith muttered.

Launching on his feet, Zenith, with his thousands of years of experience, used his swordsmanship, ‘The Way of The Rapier.’

It consists of piercing through his enemy in an inconsiderable amount of speed.

“How fast!” Drago mumbled to himself. “But, I don’t think your sword is fighter than my fists.”

To prevent himself from getting impaled, Drago punches the Zenith’s piercing strikes through jabbing at an unbelievable speed.

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If Drago gets even a scratch from his cartilaginous section at the lower end of the sternum, which is not attached to any ribs that gradually ossify during adult life, he will be rendered motionless or paralyze.

“Old man’s up to something bad!” With his sixth sense, Drago was able to leap back before Zenith could make his move. However, it won’t be that easy if Zenith goes after him and persistently attack him.

“Not so fast,” running after Drago, Zenith’s movement was like that of a fencer. With two to three steps forward, he caught up to Drago.

“Hah!”

Scufflingly, Zenith’s sword chased Drago as the latter repeatedly stepped back and parried each and every thrust.

Drago’s sturdy scale tore off in every thrust Zenith landed on him. It was alarming for him because a single strike on his scales less body from

Zenith’s skill will decide the fight.

“Oh, are you aiming to break my sword now?” The old gentleman catches on pretty quickly to Drago’s plan. “That will be useless. No one in this world will be able to break it. I shall kill myself the moment my sword break,” he said confidently.

“Heh,” said Drago, amusingly. “You sure are confident, old man. Keep your words after I break your sword.” A small cinder inside his heart turned into a great blazing flame ignited when he heard what Zenith had said.

“Gahahahaha! I like your confidence too, dragon boy!”

This time, it was Drago who initiatively continued the halted fight. His tight clenched fist rapidly swings towards the calm Zenith.

“I won’t use my sword to fend off your fists.”

Flawlessly, every punch Drago threw was evaded with much flawlessness. Even so, he did not let the agitation get the better of him.

He cooled his head off the misses of his punches and calmly thought of a new plan to have Zenith use his sword.

A decisive plan struck him. “Fufu, now I know what to do with your sword!”

“Oh, why don’t you show me your plan then,” chuckling at the newly found entertainment.

“I hope you don’t regret your words later on.”

Switching on another stance, Drago would now show his main martial arts to win the fight against Zenith, the Destroyer.