Chapter 755: A One-Sided Duel
"I'll just relocate the battlefield first—don't want to damage the Imperial Palace."
Kai Xiusu snapped his fingers nonchalantly.
In an instant, the space around them blurred and fractured. Massive spatial rifts裂开, tearing through reality. In the blink of an eye, the Female Red Dragon vanished—consumed by the rift—and reappeared on a desolate, unfamiliar wasteland.
What a terrifying spellcasting ability... I had no perception at all. I was teleported to another realm without even realizing it.
She had no chance to rebel. Not even a flicker.
Drakalith’s heart pounded with shock. She knew this man—His Majesty—was an unparalleled master of magic. But she had never imagined his power reached such heights.
Space, to this Emperor, was no more than fragile plaything—easily rent asunder with a mere gesture.
Yet, instead of fear, Drakalith’s battle spirit surged. Only the strongest enemies could ignite her true potential. And before her stood the very definition of that.
"Come on, King Kai Xiusu! Let me witness just how vast the gap between us truly is!"
Her eyes burned with unbridled madness. Her massive dragon body trembled violently, as if on the verge of receiving a divine blessing.
Kai Xiusu paused, then chuckled softly. "First time I’ve seen someone come to me begging for a beating. But..." His tone darkened slightly. "...I’m afraid I might accidentally kill you."
"If I fall beneath your full power, it would be my greatest honor," Drakalith replied, euphoric.
Kai Xiusu shook his head, a hint of weariness in his eyes. Then, slowly, he rose from his throne—revealing the full, staggering majesty of his body, stretching over sixty meters long.
What a dragon.
Before her, the Red Dragon was a living mountain of muscle and sinew, its tail coiling like a crimson river of stone. Sulfur smoke and ember sparks poured from its bloody maw, superheating the air into visible thermal ripples that shimmered like waves. The sheer presence of him radiated overwhelming dignity and blazing, volcanic beauty.
"Perfect," Drakalith murmured, her tongue flicking out to wet her lips in awe.
Kai Xiusu spoke, calm and deliberate:
"Then... the duel begins."
With a thunderous beat, his wings unfurled—vast, dark, and shadowing the sky. They nearly swallowed Drakalith whole.
A torrent of ancestral dragon aura erupted—like a tidal wave of primordial power—crushing her spiritual soul beneath its weight.
【Ancestral Dragon Presence】
Buzz—
A deafening hum filled Drakalith’s mind. Her body, her soul, her very spirit—everything was crushed under the sheer dominance of the bloodline’s primordial force.
She was a tiny boat caught in a storm, clinging to reason with every ounce of will, resisting the suffocating tide of his authority.
One misstep, and she would become his slave.
"Kneel."
Kai Xiusu stared down at her, his voice flat, commanding.
Drakalith’s body shook violently. Every cell, every nerve screamed to submit. But with iron will, she held firm—refusing to yield to the overwhelming aura.
From deep in her throat came a low, ragged groan:
"No... I won’t fall here!"
Then, it transformed—into a fierce, defiant roar.
She lifted her head, bellowing to the heavens. Flames erupted from her body, her ancestral blood surging through her veins like molten lava.
Kai Xiusu tilted his head slightly, surprised.
"Amazing. You actually resisted my dragon aura. Not bad."
"ROOOOAR!"
Drakalith roared again, flinging her wings forward. Her aura surged like a storm, claws and fangs bared—rushing at the Red Dragon Emperor.
But she met only a claw.
A thunderous crack split the air as Kai Xiusu’s claw lashed out—faster than thought. The shockwave alone shattered the sky.
How—how could he move so fast?!
Her mind reeled. According to her experience, larger beings were slower. But this Emperor of the Ashen Flame defied all logic. His speed surpassed even hers.
And the strength behind that claw—unthinkable. It could rend space itself.
Danger!
She twisted mid-air, contorting her body into a desperate evasion—but it was too late.
BOOM!
A sonic boom shattered the atmosphere. The sky cracked open like glass. Scales tore free and rained down from above. Hot dragon blood sprayed in all directions. The thirty-meter-long female dragon was sent flying—leaving behind a crimson afterimage.
Her flesh tore apart. Bones shattered. Her body was reduced to a mangled, broken mass—wrecked beyond recognition.
Boom—
She flew over a hundred meters before crashing into a distant mountain, triggering a rock fracture and a full-scale collapse. Dust and debris erupted into the sky.
"Pretty good," Kai Xiusu glanced at his claw, assessing coldly. "You didn’t die. Impressive."
She still had utility. That was why he hadn’t used full power.
Perhaps... three or four tenths of his strength?
Even so, it was devastating. Kai Xiusu’s strength was nearing the legendary forty-point threshold—capable of destroying worlds.
In most cases, even half his power would turn an opponent into a smear of meat.
From the ruins, Drakalith spat a mouthful of crimson blood, then laughed—wild, broken, triumphant.
"Hahahaha... So this is the strength of an existence that can challenge the Dragon Queen!"
"But one day... I’ll reach that level too. And now—I haven’t lost!"
Slowly, she dragged herself from the rubble, shaking off dust and debris. Her ancestral blood surged, healing her wounds, restoring her strength.
She roared once more, wings flaring, breaking through the dust cloud and soaring into the sky.
With her maw wide open, she inhaled deeply—drinking in the surrounding fire elemental energy. Flames flickered deep in her throat.
Boom—
The air exploded.
A torrent of dragon flame poured from her mouth like a waterfall—a concentrated cone of fire shot toward Kai Xiusu.
Standard red dragon breath. No tricks. No twists—just raw, unrefined power.
"Using fire breath in front of me?"
Kai Xiusu smirked.
"Brave. Or foolish."
He hadn’t been challenged by fire in ages.
He was the master of the Elemental Fire Plane. He held the subclass of Elemental Master. And he commanded the power of the Sun God of Amanata.
Drakalith’s breath was nothing to him. Even if the Lord of Elemental Fire unleashed a full-power strike, it wouldn’t touch him.
Calmly, Kai Xiusu raised his claw. Under his command, the fire elemental energy bent to his will—absorbed, amplified, then reflected back at her.
The flames surged, intensified, and shot toward the sky—now directed at the female dragon who had unleashed them.
"Awooo!"
Drakalith screamed in panic, dodging—but too late. The fire, now magnified several times over, struck her chest, leaving a blackened, seared wound.
She ignited instantly, roaring as she spiraled upward, fleeing the follow-up blasts.
That mastery of fire... terrifying!
She couldn’t use her breath again.
This Emperor of the Ashen Flame was the most powerful opponent she’d ever faced. No contest.
His strength, size, speed, and spellcasting ability—all were utterly overwhelming. He was an unscalable mountain blocking her path, suffocating her with sheer presence.
And yet—she felt something else. A thrill. A fire in her blood. Like dancing on the edge of death.
Only battles against such a foe could forge her into something greater.
"Still..." She clenched her jaws, determination hardening.
"I’ll make King Kai Xiusu feel my strength. I’ll make him accept me—deep in his heart!"
With a mighty beat of her wings, she circled high above, then, when the moment came, dove like a missile—aiming for the Emperor’s blind spot.
Shriiiii—
Her wings sliced through the air, creating a sound that pierced eardrums. She struck again.
"Your aura is strong... but your speed is pathetic," Kai Xiusu said, unimpressed.
He raised his left wing and slapped—a sudden, scorching hurricane tore through the air, throwing Drakalith backward like a ragdoll.
In the next instant, Kai Xiusu moved like lightning—flickering behind her.
With a single, powerful arm, he seized her by the throat. His claw, thick and deadly, clamped down like a trap. He lifted her into the air, as effortlessly as a hunter lifting a rabbit.
"Awooo!"
Drakalith thrashed wildly—wings flailing, claws slashing—but futile. She couldn’t break free.
Kai Xiusu stared into her eyes.
"You’ve lasted this long. Impressive. But the strength gap is too great. This battle is meaningless."
"This so-called 'duel'... can end now."
Without hesitation, he slammed her body into the ground—then lifted her again. And again.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Each impact was effortless. As if he were tossing a sack of rags, not a dragon.
Only when the ground had been shattered into a pit nearly ten meters deep did he finally release her.
Within the crater, Drakalith lay buried in dust and debris—her body torn, bleeding, utterly broken.
Huff... huff...
A faint, ragged breath.
Every bone shattered. Flesh torn. No part of her remained intact. If not for the slight rise and fall of her chest, she’d have looked like a corpse.
To Kai Xiusu, she was barely alive—her life force flickering like a dying candle.
But then—she moved.
With the last of her strength, she dragged herself from the ruins. Her throat rasped, a broken whisper:
"I... haven’t... lost..."
"Why?" Kai Xiusu asked, unmoved. "Surrender. Keep fighting, and you’ll die. Even with ancestral dragon blood, you can’t survive this."
"Facing the strongest dragon in the material realm... even death is worth it!"
She gasped, voice breaking.
"Madwoman," Kai Xiusu muttered, frowning.
Red dragons were naturally war-mad. But Drakalith—coming all this way to fight a battle she couldn’t win, risking her life—was exceptional, even among her kind.
But Kai Xiusu didn’t want to kill her. That would be wasteful.
She was an offspring of Tiamat—valuable. Her intelligence could serve the empire.
"ROOOOOAR!"
Drakalith lifted her wounded head, wings tattered, and let out a final, earth-shaking roar.
Frenzy burned within her. Blood seeped from her scales, glowing crimson like a living aura. Her golden eyes burned red with fury—pulsing with self-immolating rage.
She charged—mouth wide, teeth bared—attacking Kai Xiusu with the desperation of a beast cornered.
"Bloodscale Berserker," Kai Xiusu said, amused.
He raised his claw and pointed.
A blinding white beam lanced from his fingertip—shattering the crimson aura around her.
Then, he raised his claw to the sky.
Boom—
A thunderous roar shook the earth. A massive stone pillar burst from the ground—thick as a tree trunk—rising like a claw of rock.
It encircled Drakalith, trapping her. The pillar closed like a vise—locking her in place.
She raged. The ground trembled. Debris rained down. She screamed, roared, howled—but Kai Xiusu stood motionless, cold, watching.
Only when the berserker fury faded, and her life force was drained from overexertion, did she finally fall silent.
Her voice, weak and broken:
"King Kai Xiusu... I lose."
"In your might, every effort I made feels like a mortal’s childish game. Worthless."
The proud Red Dragon bowed her head—lower than she ever had in her life. For the first time, she submitted—truly and completely.
But Kai Xiusu didn’t care about the duel.
He cared about one thing.
Tiamat’s Descent.
In this age, the barrier between the material realm and the divine was unbreakable. The gods could not manifest in true form.
So how had Tiamat come to the mortal world?
With a flick of his claw, several beams of dragon life force descended—light so bright it was visible to the naked eye—flowing into Drakalith’s body, healing her wounds.
He stared at her, voice low:
"Drakalith... tell me everything you know."
(End of Chapter)
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