Towards this seemingly infallible dragon, even Clito and Asner, who were extremely powerful, were at a loss as to what to do.

  They knew from experience that enemies that seemed immortal were the most troublesome to deal with, and this dragon was no exception.

  Look at their weapons! The black and white blade duo, the transparent, thin sword, their power combined together was extremely strong…… even if they wanted to cut iron or destroy gold, they would have no issue. However, these weapons were all created with the intention of usage against human enemies. Towards this dragon, whose claw alone was bigger than half a human, they were of little use. It was akin to using a toothpick to fight a lion; even if he was pricked multiple times, his skin may barely even have a tear.

  If they were facing a normal dragon, the situation would not be so terrible. These strong weapons could easily pierce through the dragon scales, which were actually stronger than steel. Then, the weapons could cut open the tough flesh of the dragon to pierce the hard dragon bones and deeply wound the dragon. With a few rounds of that, the dragon would die.

  However, they were now facing a strange dragon who could stay alive even with its dragon glass pierced!

  Towards such a strange specimen, Clito and Asner felt that their current level of attack was insufficient and too underwhelming, and this caused them much anxiety. As the duo fought the dragon, many of the aristocratic knights had long escaped. Only about 50 to 60 of them remained, laying on the ground dead or wounded, while the remaining 50 or 60 escaped.

  Those that did not escape were not reckless but rather, had already lost the conviction to live. To them, since Baron Hauss was allegedly an evil dragon, they had actually been blindly following an evil dragon to kill innocent humans. These sins were unforgivable, and even if they escaped, they would be living as fugitives for the rest of their lives. What was the point of escaping then? They’d much rather stay and watch this battle.

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  At least…… they could watch how that bastard dragon was taken care of!

  As for the knights who had escaped, they also did not have much hope of escaping fate. They just wanted to distance themselves from this dangerous situation, and even if they were to die, at least they wanted to die more peacefully. That was all.

  The truth was that they were unable to make a full escape. Nice Parne had long noticed their escape attempt and had reported this news to Felix and Night Rain, who had set out to surround these aristocratic knights. They wanted to escape? That wouldn’t be so easy now that they were facing the Republic of Northwest’s knights led by two Legendary Masters.

  After a while, Clito, seeing as his previous attacks were to no avail, couldn’t stand it any longer and decided to use some special tactics.

  He had a short discussion with Asner before keeping his twin blades and getting into a strange pose. His breathing quickly slowed down, and it felt like he had suddenly dropped from the legendary level to the advanced level.

  To maintain his pose, Clito had to stay stationary. As such, Asner stood in front of him and waved her thin sword around, defending Clito from the evil dragon’s attacks.

  The thin sword was not really useful in such situations, and thus, she had to use much of her own power to set up her defense shield. This was the only way she could fend off the attacks. Asner’s physical strength and energy took a big hit. Originally, she was already not a strength-based warrior and so taking on such a task was extremely tough for her.

  Luckily, Clito was done with his preparations. With a loud shout, his entire body shot out like an arrow around Asner, in front of the dragon. At the same time, with momentum, his body did not simply return to his original level but also continued rising to the advanced legendary level and beyond.

  Without saying anything and with no hesitation, Clito hit the dragon’s chest with his fist.

  Being much smaller than the dragon, who was as big as a mini-mountain, this seemed insignificant. In fact, it seemed like it would not even tickle the dragon, let alone hurt it. The onlookers had blank looks on their faces as they watched this seemingly stupid gesture and were unsure as to what Clito was trying to do.

  Well, they soon found out.

  The evil dragon suddenly stopped, and its entire body froze. It stood there, motionless. After about one or two seconds, the dragon let out an angered and surprised roar, and its entire body began to tremble. At the same time, blood began flowing out of its eyes, ears, nose and mouth. The fresh blood, which was of a surprisingly high temperature, converted to scarlet steam as it fell onto the ground and emitted a strong, disgusting odor.

  “Is he a monk?”

  “Is that immersion?”

  “Isn’t he a warrior?”

  The on looking aristocratic knights had many who were knowledgeable, and they could immediately identify Clito’s technique. Everyone was shocked.

  Being a monk required one to be extremely disciplined. One couldn’t wear armor or use weapons and could only use basic cloth for clothes and one’s own fists to fight. This made them look extremely weak just before they attacked the enemy. In terms of defense, they only needed to duck and swerve well enough, not wearing armor was not a huge issue. However, in terms of attacking, without a weapon and using only their own body and fists, how strong could they be? Thus, the monks invented a special technique to harness one’s “qi” to harm the enemy internally and destroy their innards. Strong armor, sturdy dragon scales and thick flesh were all useless when attacks were made internally. The monks thus named this method “immersion,” and strong enemies that were attacked often were killed.

  The issue was that monks needed a strength that was different from the warriors’ fighting strength. This was called “qi.” Compared to fighting strength, it was not as intense, but it was more transparent, healing, hidden and overall advantageous.

  For example, when a monk who trained his “qi” entered the advanced realm, he would almost never age and could continue to maintain his youthful body. His old age would only be revealed when he was nearing death. However, if “qi” and fighting strength were pitted against each other, the latter would still probably triumph.

  Clito was a famous warrior, and that was a career that required fighting strength. How did he manage to train his “qi” and use the immersion method so well? More importantly, with such a strong act that destroyed one’s innards, would it be enough to defeat that strange, evil dragon?