"Two years ago, I was magnanimous and allowed you to escape the Iron Stomach Clan with your four sisters."
"You should have been grateful for my kindness and kept your head down."
"I never expected you to be so clueless."
"You murdered my sister, the beautiful and kind Agrippina, using the most despicable means!"
"You usurped the position of Chieftain of the Snow Mountain Clan!"
"Not only did you disobey my rule, you shamelessly incited the surrounding ogre clans to unite against me!"
"My tolerance and patience with you have reached their limit."
Augustine sneered and raised a finger.
"In one minute, I will kill you!"
"I will cut off your head and use it as a urinal!"
Alan grabbed a large rock in his right hand and pointed his left finger at Augustine, who was standing in the sky.
"I've had enough of your incessant chatter and boasting!"
He swung his arm and hurled the stone.
"Get down!"
A boulder as big as a millstone roared into the sky.
"Are you dreaming, you idiot?!"
Augustine didn't bother to dodge.
Laughing wildly, he threw a punch.
Bang, the boulder shattered into pieces!
Granite dust filled the sky, obscuring Alan's vision.
The terrifying figure of the half-dragon ogre suddenly burst through the rubble curtain.
Like a bomber, it roared and swooped down!
Alan took off running!
With a single leap, he leaped into the valley.
Crouching beneath the sloping rock, he felt as if hiding in a natural bomb shelter.
At the same time, Augustine flew past him, unleashing a deadly dragon's breath.
The green breath spread out in a cone,
like a giant broom, sweeping along the hillside.
The snow and ice melted instantly.
The exposed frozen soil and rock hissed as the poison corroded them.
A sour mist rose!
A small amount of poisonous gas blew onto Alan.
His skin became red, swollen, and blistered.
The blisters burst, splattering pus and blood.
Augustine, in his atavistic transformation, exhaled dragon breath, its toxicity increased by a level.
This was all thanks to Alan's level 3 poison resistance.
Otherwise, a level 5 poison infection would have paralyzed him, if not killed!
Quickly fleeing the air-raid shelter, Allen looked up.
A massive green shadow was circling low over the snowy mountains.
Sensing Allen's presence, Augustine swooped down again.
Alan quickly grabbed a rock and hurled it skyward.
"Haven't you learned your lesson, idiot?"
Augustine's wild laughter echoed from the air.
"That trick won't work on me!"
The dragon claws reached down, firmly grasping the boulder.
With a slight push from the claws, the rock was instantly crushed to pieces.
The shattering debris obscured Augustine's vision.
Unbeknownst to him, behind the rubble, a force of finger force was hidden!
Swish!
With the sound of breaking wind, the dragon scales on Augustine's chest peeled off.
A palm-sized wound, three inches deep, gushed blood.
"Good boy! You still have this trick?!"
Augustine's face suddenly changed!
On the hillside below, Allen flicked his hands.
Two "Finger Waves" shrieked into the sky.
Augustine was startled and hurriedly increased his altitude.
The effective range of "Finger Waves" was only twenty meters.
Augustine soared a hundred feet into the air and realized that the finger force had weakened and dissipated, posing no threat to him. He felt a sense of relief.
So that's the only range. What's there to be afraid of?
Augustine looked down, searching for Allen.
Strange...
The blue-skinned kid had disappeared.
Had he gone into the rat hole again?
Augustine spread his wings and circled low.
In his atavistic transformation, his eyes were as sharp as a true dragon's.
Soon, he noticed a familiar figure in the snow-covered pine forest.
"Got you!"
Augustine immediately flew toward the pine forest.
But he didn't let his guard down.
He maintained a height of a hundred feet above the ground.
To avoid being ambushed by his opponent's strange yet sharp finger energy.
Alan hid in the woods.
He silently drew six points of magic power.
A thick silver mist suddenly erupted from his surroundings, enveloping him completely.
"A mere sleight of hand? Who are you trying to fool?!"
Augustine sneered, opened his mouth, and suddenly released a concentrated dragon's breath! Dragon Breath typically has two modes of discharge.
Conical dispersion has a shorter range but covers a wider area.
Focused Dragon Breath doubles the range, penetrating in a straight line!
In concentrated mode, Augustine's dragon breath reaches a range of up to 40 meters.
Far surpassing Allen's "Fingertip Wave"!
So, he felt safe.
A column of dragon breath roared in, blowing away a silver mist.
However, the forest was empty, with no sign of Allen.
Just as Augustine was stunned and at a loss...
A cloud of silver mist quietly emerged from behind him, condensing into a humanoid shape.
This was Allen's first use of the Level 2 martial art "Phantom Step" in actual combat.
As expected, it had a surprising and effective effect!
Alan straddled Augustine's back.
Before he could react.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.
Using a standard "naked choke" technique, she clamped down on his throat!
Augustine finally panicked.
He desperately shook his body, trying to throw Allen off his back.
It was no use!
Allen clung to him like a thorn in his flesh!
His throat was locked, making it impossible to breathe.
His carotid artery was under intense pressure, starving his brain of oxygen.
Augustine felt dizzy and his vision went black.
He knew that if he continued like this, he would soon lose consciousness.
Desperate, he clawed with his backhand.
However, his atavistic transformation had made his body structure more reptilian.
The joints of his limbs could no longer bend in the opposite direction.
Unable to reach Allen, who was clinging to his back, he could only desperately claw at his arm.
Allen's arm was torn apart by the dragon's claws.
Flesh and flesh were torn, blood gushing out.
Allen endured the excruciating pain, his expression unwavering.
A bone spur erupted from the palm of his left hand.
It forced its way through the gaps between the dragon's scales.
It pierced deeply into Augustine's neck!
Allen's venom glands rapidly expanded and contracted!
Frantically synthesizing various toxins!
Regardless of whether they worked, he injected them all into Augustine's carotid artery!
Finally, he even injected digestive fluid!
The poison demon's digestive fluid could quickly decompose a corpse.
However, it had little effect on the remaining living flesh and blood.
Allen ignored all that!
Whatever he had, he'd use it. He'd try his luck.
What if some unexpected chemical reaction occurred within Augustine's body?
Augustine also had a toxin-resistant constitution.
However, he had to be healthy to resist the toxins.
Continuously being choked by Allen's throat had crippled his circulatory system.
In this state, his bodily functions declined rapidly, making him unable to actively fight off the various toxins invading his body.
After less than two minutes, Augustine completely lost consciousness.
A pair of blood-stained dragon claws drooped limply.
With a wisp of remaining instinct, he barely spread his wings and glided towards the boundless snowfield, falling.
Alan sensed that Augustine had given up resistance.
He exerted a sudden force from his waist and back, flipping through the air!
Holding Augustine tightly, he plummeted headfirst into the air like a meteorite.
In Allen's previous life, this move had stunned countless passionate young men!
Also known as "Iizuna Fall"!
An even more ancient name:
Pegasus Spinning Crushing Punch!!