With a thunderous roar, the Barbarian surged forward and slammed his fists into Rheydan’s head repeatedly as they skidded through the air.
Blood streamed down Rheydan’s face, yet the fire in his eyes never dimmed.
He endured.
Then, with a sudden shift in momentum, Rheydan lunged forward.
His right arm locked onto the Barbarian’s collarbone in a crushing grip.
Muscles screamed as he twisted his waist and yanked downward.
The Barbarian was hurled into the ground.
Before he could recover, Rheydan followed through, swinging his entire body and flinging the Barbarian toward a massive boulder.
The impact sent a deep rumble through the earth as stone cracked beneath the collision.
Snow and debris scattered into the air.
With a single step, Rheydan closed the distance.
His fist shot forward like a falling star, slamming into the Barbarian’s face.
The impact drove the Barbarian’s head straight into the boulder behind him, sending cracks spiderwebbing across the massive stone as it rumbled violently.
Before Rheydan could follow up, the Barbarian twisted his body with brutal instinct.
His arm flicked outward, and his fist smashed into Rheydan’s torso.
A dull thud echoed as Rheydan grimaced, his body skidding backward through the snow.
The Barbarian straightened, his physique suddenly emitting strange cracking sounds.
Steam poured from his skin, his muscles swelling unnaturally as veins bulged across his arms.
Then he moved.
His fist crashed into Rheydan’s ribs.
The impact was savage.
Rheydan was sent flying, his body tearing through the frozen air before slamming into the ground.
He rolled several times before coming to a halt, coughing as pain flared through his chest.
‘Gotta be kidding me… Such a powerful Innate Power of Might?’
Rheydan forced himself upright, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.
Across from him, the Barbarian’s presence had changed entirely. This chapter was copied from g.com without permission.
His aura surged wildly, growing more ferocious by the second, like a beast slipping free of its final restraints.
The pressure alone made the air feel heavy.
Rheydan narrowed his eyes.
At this rate, the Barbarian’s momentum would only continue to rise.
If he dragged this out, he would be crushed by sheer physical dominance.
His breathing steadied.
‘Looks like I don’t have a choice anymore.’
The ferocity in the Barbarian’s gaze burned brighter as he prepared his newly acquired lifeline.’
“Tyrannical Dragon Canon.
First Form.
Tyrant Dominance.”
Rheydan lowered his stance, settling into a firm horse stance as his breath synchronized with his heartbeat.
The air around him trembled.
Behind him, nine ethereal dragon phantoms began to take shape.
Only the first two were truly distinct, one black and one gold, their forms vast and tyrannical.
The remaining seven were hazy, barely visible, like incomplete shadows struggling to manifest.
Even so, the pressure they radiated was terrifying.
With a thunderous roar, Rheydan surged forward.
The Barbarian answered with a roar of his own.
Their fists collided.
In that instant, the phenomenon of dragons twisting and demons roaring erupted across the Extreme North.
The ground shattered violently beneath them, shockwaves rippling outward as if the land itself could no longer endure the clash.
When the tremors finally subsided and the dust began to settle, the devastation was laid bare.
The earth had split cleanly into two massive halves.
It was as though the northern lands themselves stood on the brink of being torn apart.
The commotion did not go unnoticed.
From the distant borders, the armies of both Empires felt it. Read this novel at g.com for the best experience.
From the distant borders, the armies of both Empires felt the disturbance.
One after another, powerful auras rose into the sky as experts abandoned their posts, racing toward the epicenter of the clash.
From the shattered earth, a hand emerged.
If it could even be called a hand.
Fingers stripped of flesh dug into the broken ground, bones scraping against stone as they clawed upward.
Blood seeped into the cracks, yet the crimson glow of runic tattoos remained unbroken.
Where flesh had been torn away, the markings did not end.
They continued seamlessly across exposed bone, as though carved directly into the skeleton itself.
The sight was grotesque.
Slowly, painfully, the Barbarian dragged himself out of the fissure.
His body was barely intact.
Half of his face had been erased entirely, leaving behind shattered bone and a single ruined socket where an eye had once been.
His ribs were warped and caved in, limbs bent at unnatural angles, internal systems pushed to the very brink of collapse.
Yet he was still alive.
‘The bastard really did a number on me,’ The Warkarian thought as he pulled himself out of the fissure with his barely intact one arm.
Seeing that the bastard was not present on the ground, he heaved a sigh of relief.
“…Such might.”
As he was about the pull himself out of the gaint crack, his remaining face paled, if he could that be possible.
Because he felt a tug on his leg.
It was missing its last two fingers, the flesh torn away long ago, yet it clamped around his leg like a steel vice.
The Warkarian looked down.
He saw a hand that barely three fingers clasping on his leg like a vice grip, as though a demon had crawled up from hell just to drag you back into the hell.
Rheydan looked at the Warkarian, his face fully scarred and his body mangled, Rheydan gave a feral smile, his teeth missing, his lips scarred, his visage terrifying.
“Caught you!”