Chapter 744 - 115: Ascension to Divinity Through Climbing
The mist in the sky suddenly swirled apart, and the half-dragon beasts and monsters drinking lake water at the lakeside scattered, howling.
Bang,
The King of Frost Giants, Ragnar, fell into the emerald lake in a manner most unfitting of his status, causing a splash dozens of meters high.
The mud at the bottom of the lake instantly churned, tinting the center of the clear lake surface with a mixed hue.
Crack, crack,
A series of bubbles burst forth as ice instantly froze the lake water, and the towering figure of the frost giant Ragnar broke through the layers of ice, reemerging.
Azure ice flowers bloomed at the feet of the frost giant, where frost spread like a trail of flowers on the ground, representing the peak state of the frost giant’s bloodline power.
The legendary battleaxe—Roaring Skull, held in Ragnar’s hand, also emanated a cerulean gleam, similar to the core mineral vein of a glacier frozen for millennia.
Thump, thump, thump,
Heavy footsteps were heard as the will of the Ancestral Red Dragon effortlessly stirred the clouds at the horizon.
The massive dragon body landing before the frost giant stomped the hard ground into deep pits, its formidable presence instinctively intimidating Ragnar.
This aura seemed as if it could swallow everything around.
The current Ancestral Red Dragon, from head to tail, stretched nearly thirty meters long, a veritable colossal beast.
From the perspective of raw physical strength, before any rule-level transformation, the stronger the physique of a creature, the greater its pure physical power.
This simple perspective does not change even beyond the rules.
However, the frost giant’s body was no less robust than the Ancestral Red Dragon, so Ragnar could not believe that he couldn’t withstand a single strike from the opponent.
Besides bloodline, strength comes from these creatures’ muscles and bones.
The method of exerting muscle force, coordinated operation of bones and body parts does not count as advanced techniques at this level of beings.
Even if Ragnar’s skills were inferior to the Ancestral Red Dragon in this aspect, it wouldn’t cause such a vast difference.
"Could the Ancestral Dragon King’s blood be so overwhelmingly stronger than the frost giant’s blood?" the frost giant roared, "I don’t believe it!"
A rampaging aura surged, forcing the little elves in the sky to shut their eyes as their wings flapped continuously, flying higher to stabilize themselves.
Ragnar trampled the frost, his beast hide skirt fluttering like the war flags of the Frost Giant Tribe in the fierce wind.
Ice blue flowed in his pupils; though he hadn’t arrived yet, his offensive had already enveloped the Ancestral Red Dragon’s entire area.
Giant icy fragments splashed amidst the surging air currents, and the massive battleaxe swung down.
The Ancestral Red Dragon’s body naturally stood twelve meters high on its four limbs. Although shorter than the frost giant, the dragon’s sturdy hind legs were swollen with muscles that squeezed the scales apart.
Thousands of tons of weight were entirely supported by its hind legs at this moment, its thick tail on the ground setting a third point of balance, self-adjusting its center of gravity.
The upright Ancestral Red Dragon appeared especially fierce and menacing, with muscles bulging and the scales on its forelimbs rapidly opening and closing. The massive dragon claw swung down like an axe aiming directly at the frost giant’s skull, completely ignoring the legendary frost giant’s battleaxe.
Pieces of azure ice armor enveloped the frost giant’s form, but Ragnar didn’t believe this icy armor could block the Ancestral Red Dragon’s power.
Ragnar had to abandon his attack, swinging his descending battleaxe horizontally to slash at the terrifying dragon claw.
The clash of steel was heard, as the frost giant’s ice force enhanced the legendary battleaxe; it struck the giant dragon claw, only slicing a thin layer of scales.
Sparks flew from the claw heart, the sound of friction unending. But the flesh beneath the claw’s scales turned a steel-like color in Ragnar’s eyes, completely impenetrable.
Muscle tendons were like countless rare magical minerals and metals forged into a magic alloy, possessing incredible defense and resilience, even sturdier than the icy armor on the frost giant.
Ragnar’s pupils showed a look of disbelief, the tremendous force unable to breach this Ancestral Red Dragon’s defense, and even its stance remained unmoved.
The enormous dragon claw, having caught the legendary battleaxe, pushed the claw heart forward, smashing the legendary battleaxe against the frost giant’s chest.
Bang, bang, bang,
The legendary frost giant’s arm muscles surged with veins like entwined dragons, standing one leg in front and poised to resist, but unable to fend off the dragon’s brutal raw force, being pushed backward by the upright dragon.
The mighty strength carved deep furrows with the frost giant’s legs on the ground, crashing through five or six stone-stacked gazebos before finally halting.
"Huff,"
A biting cold gas sprayed from the frost giant’s mouth and nose, while the azure rune on the icy battleaxe finally activated; relying on pure physical force, he was no match for this Ancestral Red Dragon, entirely overwhelmed.