Chapter 535: The Last Dance of the Dragon
’Can I win?’
The question rumbled in his mind as his eyes narrowed on the charging elf.
He saw the man’s milky white hair sparkle under the dark sky. His intricate blade flared with flames of the same colors, evaporating the air in a line of billowing smoke homing at his face.
Breath ragged and glistening sweat covering his body, he moved his arm in a silver flash.
CLANK
Sparks danced around them, the incredible heat licking his skin like a wild beast’s tongue for a split second before the flames vanished.
He frowned, the elf’s bizarre tactic tickling his nerves. Still, he imbued more Qi into his blade and struck again.
His movements melded into one another, a graceful dance swift as the wind and of utmost lethality. Yet, the elf’s dark leather clothes flashed at the same speed, countering each of his strikes with an equivalent amount of energy, just enough to brush them off and follow up with a counterattack. Worst, occasional projectiles hurled by the emperor whistled by his ears, distracting and forcing him to expend energy on evasive manoeuvres and parries.
His pupils constricted as he bent back, Selene’s blade cutting locks of hair that swirled before his eyes as he understood what they aimed for.
’With how thoroughly they devastated the kingdom, I can’t use natural life forms to replenish my Qi. He won’t let me absorb his flames now that he knows about it and aims for a war of attrition. The moment I run out of energy, those insidious bastards will cut my head.’
A muttered curse escaped his lips as his leg rose, a blur aimed to shatter the elf’s kneecap.