It doesn't matter what the lord is.

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At this point, his smile had become a little twisted.

In contrast, Lid only took off his tattered robes, revealing the clothes he was wearing. The broken breastplate was thrown aside, and the heavy weapon box on his back could finally be temporarily removed. The weapon box was almost empty, with only a staff that he could not use.

Reed lowered his hands, and the remnants of the chain wrapped around his arms fell into the snow with a rustling sound.

Facing his seriously injured opponent, Ofland felt a sense of uneasiness rising in his heart.

So what if you are the greatest genius among humans?

Even if you killed hundreds of dragons by yourself and reached the top of Tianyue Mountain alone, what would that matter?

The story ends here. Miracles will not happen continuously and the goddess of victory will not always be on your side.

You, like that little human princess, are just abandoned children of mankind.

With this thought in mind, Ofland said with deep malice:

"Don't worry. You will soon regret resisting my rule. Are you here to take this human princess away? Then I will smash your limbs and make you kneel there, and you will never be able to leave! At that time, I will cut off your eyelids and take away everything from this woman in front of you, and let you watch her become my plaything..."

Ofland didn't finish his words.

A fist hit him right on the bridge of the nose.

Without any reaction, Ofland fell to the ground and felt blood flowing out of his nostrils.

Lid wiped his torn hands and said expressionlessly:

"Where's your mother?"

This punch did not cause any substantial damage to Ofland, but Lid's finger was slightly fractured. Under similar conditions, Ofland's advantage as a dragon was clearly revealed. Both the scales and bones were much stronger than humans, and ordinary attacks were unlikely to be effective.

"Is this half-baked attack your limit? It's totally ineffective!"

Ofland got up from the ground, smiled arrogantly, and looked down at the boy in front of him.

He is the ninth son of the Dragon King who is not very promising. He came to this place voluntarily to prove his worth to the current Dragon King. But no matter how disappointing the Dragon Clan royal family is, it is still the Dragon Clan royal family. The Dragon Clan has all kinds of natural advantages, and as a member of the royal bloodline, he has brought these advantages to the extreme. Lid's fist has a great killing power for ordinary human masters, but for Ofland, the huge difference in physical strength allows him to take this blow head-on.

After noticing this, Ofland felt refreshed and couldn't help but sneer:

"As expected, garbage is always garbage—"

Then he saw Reed calmly put on a pair of black gloves, complaining as he put them on:

"It hurts! I forgot to put on my gear... I'm fine now."

As soon as he finished speaking, his fist landed on Ofland's face again.

The power of this punch was completely different from the last time. Ofland's facial features sank inward and twisted together. The pain was transmitted directly to the brain at the nearest place, and his body flew backwards uncontrollably and hit the snow. His eyes were so dim that he couldn't see anything clearly, and his nose was full of burnt color.

It climbed up rather awkwardly, and quickly regained its vision thanks to the dragon's uniquely strong body.

The moment he regained his vision, what he saw was Reed's cold gaze.

It was as if she was waiting for him.

This failure to pursue the victory was the biggest irony to Ofland. The relaxed posture seemed to be waiting for it deliberately.

Ofland was so angry that his body reacted first. He rushed forward with great force and punched Reed in the face, intending to retaliate.

Reed ducked his head and rammed his elbow into Ofland's chest.

O'Frant used his sharp claws to scratch Reed's chest, but was slapped on the fragile joint by the latter.

When he stretched out his leg to kick, he was grabbed by the ankle using the force and thrown over his shoulder cleanly.

The top of Tianyue Mountain, which was originally peaceful, was now filled with explosions, and countless snowflakes flew into the sky.

The continuous manor was destroyed. Lid obviously suppressed O'Frant in martial arts, but when it comes to physical strength, the dragon clan has the upper hand. If it weren't for the black flame armor of [He Xun] level that effectively narrowed the gap between the two, the balance of victory would probably have tipped over to O'Frant.

Ofland is at the ninth level of perfection, and also has not reached the tenth level.

But now it regretted it a little. Among the nine children of the Dragon King, its realm was counted in reverse. If it was given a chance, it would definitely focus on becoming stronger like its brothers and sisters and break through the tenth level early. It had a hunch that if it reached the tenth level now, the situation would definitely be different. Although it couldn't understand Lid's cultivation, it was sure that this person was not at the tenth level.

If he were still alive, he would have died long ago.

In the battle just now, Lid did not use any weapons, but only relied on his hands to demonstrate twelve kinds of martial arts. The different martial arts were very different, some were soft to overcome hard, some were defensive and counterattack, some were preemptive, some were counter-attack, some were piercing weaknesses, and some were elusive and unpredictable. All kinds of tactics were mixed together, making it really difficult for Ofland's attack to be effective.

Ofland could only attack as much as possible, risking being hit many times in order to hit the person on the other side once. After all, the person in front of him was already seriously injured and could not hold out for too long. If this continued, he would win sooner or later.

Just as it was thinking this, it suddenly heard the young man in front of it say:

"It's really ugly. They talk about conquering humanity, but when it comes to fighting, they're like turtles."

With one claw, Ofland cut off a corner of the mountain.

The look in his eyes became increasingly blood red.

"How does it feel to be cornered by the guys you call ants? You've been wrong from the beginning. The advantage of your dragon clan is not your sharp teeth, thick skin, strong body and flames that burn everything, but your ability to break through the tenth level. As long as you can't crush me in realm, I have plenty of ways to kill you at the same level. Hundreds of dragons on Tianyue Mountain can't stop me, so who are you, a mere chicken royal family, trying to scare?"

O'Frant opened his mouth, and flames gushed out, burning a long and wide vacuum zone in the heavy snow that was flying between heaven and earth. At this moment, O'Frant was no longer thinking about anything. His brain, which was already dizzy from the punch, was filled with murderous intent that could not be suppressed.

It wants to tear this person into pieces and grind his bones to dust.

He would have to watch his woman being ravaged countless times, and then his head would be picked up and paraded around for public display.

Finally, it will torture all those who have a relationship with him, his relatives, friends, and lovers, to death, in order to relieve the hatred in its heart. It wants this person to have no peace in hell, and burn his soul with flames. This is the price of insulting the dragon clan.

In this anger, Ofland's attack seemed particularly swift.

If he determines that some of Lid's attacks are not too dangerous, he will give up dodging and instead actively attack.

At a certain moment, Lid slapped him lightly on the chest, and Ovlandt did not dodge, but took the opportunity to crush the wrist bone of his other wrist. This was the most cost-effective deal it had made since the fight, and it was sure that Lid would lose more than half of his combat effectiveness.

--Won.

While thinking this, Ofland suddenly noticed something strange.

Reed's palm was neither pushed away nor retracted, but just stayed at the position of its chest.

"You should be thankful. This is a hand that has touched many koi fish, and it can bring very good luck. Maybe you can get some luck from me in your next reincarnation."

Lid leaned forward, slightly bent his fingers, put force on his palms, and said lightly:

"【Open the Eight Extremes】."

Ofland felt as if his heart was suddenly grasped by a hand. The heart spasm caused by the strong energy entering his body could not be prevented at all by the thick scales and skin.

Ofland had heard from his people that Lid was carrying a lot of magic weapons, but he disdained them at the time because he had unparalleled confidence in his own defense. This was the strongest skin of the dragon race, invulnerable to swords and guns, and no matter how sharp the weapon was, it would not be able to take advantage of it.

But what it didn't expect was that its proud defense was completely intact, and it could only watch its blood vessels burst, vomiting blood, and its body fell to the ground helplessly. It was not pierced through the heart, but the heart muscle spasms caused by the despicable method of the human in front of it, causing its invincible body to collapse from the inside.

The most important thing is that in its vast history, it has never heard of such a strange martial art that can deal with dragons. If there was, it would definitely take precautions earlier.

Reed placed his palm on Ofland's head, stopping it from thinking.

Ofland's pupils kept trembling, and it was not until this moment that fear flooded his mind like a tide.

"I am the royal blood of the dragon clan... I am the ninth son of the Dragon King! Killing me is equivalent to officially declaring war between humans and the dragon clan! You are a sinner of mankind, and my father will not let you go!! You dare not kill me, you dare not! How dare a mere human, an extremely lowly creature..."

Reed asked calmly:

"Then if I let you go, humans and dragons will hold hands and become good brothers?"

Ofland was speechless for a moment.

Lid smiled slightly, increased the strength of his hands, and said:

"So, where is your mother?"

78. Oh no, it’s over

O'Frant never imagined that the last thing he would hear in his life would be a swear word expressed with such contempt.

As the ninth son of the Dragon King, it has been a superior being since birth.

Following his father in his conquests, he conquered many races and made them his slaves. So far, he has raised more than three digits of females of other races. His greatest pleasure is to conquer females of other races and destroy them neatly. The physical and psychological desire makes him unable to stop, and even delays his pursuit of power to a certain extent.

So when the fourth son of the Dragon King planned this war to annihilate the human race, Ofland was the first to sign up. He wanted to find new excitement here, to trample the humans who had always been an eyesore under his feet, and to humiliate them severely. He wanted to make slavery ingrained in them, so that they would never feel proud of their own civilization again. From then on, both men and women would regard serving the dragon clan as their first priority.

Of course, it was useless for him to think about anything now. He could only look at the boy in front of him with the most vicious eyes, cursing him to die in the fire of his father. He only felt the boy's hand exert a little force, and then his head was like boiling water. The picture in front of him began to deteriorate, and finally the screen suddenly went black like a broken TV.

Ofland spat a mouthful of blood on Reed's face, and his body fell weakly to the ground where the snow had melted.

The ninth son of the Dragon King, a high and mighty existence in the vast dragon territory, died inexplicably in human territory, killed by an unknown hero on an ordinary mountaintop.

Hundreds of dragon corpses are also buried here.

In Lid's hand, the [Black Flame Armor] shattered into a pile of tiny iron rings, which fell to the ground with a clanging sound.

A Black Flame Armor of He Xun's level would naturally not be destroyed in this way, but the collapse of some iron rings caused a chain reaction. Now the Black Flame Armor has lost its original appearance. If it encounters a powerful blacksmith, it might be able to be forged back to its original appearance.

However, Reed didn't have the mind to care about weapons and equipment at this time.

He barely managed to maintain his balance. The external injuries on his body were not particularly serious, but the internal injuries this time were more serious than any previous time. He didn't know how many parts of his body were broken. Now he was like a second-hand Alto that had been driven for decades. He was alive at one moment, but he was gone the next moment.

He turned around, his muscles so stiff that he could hardly stretch them. He could only lift one leg like a compass to draw a semicircle, then lift the other leg to draw another semicircle, and walked in front of Lana in a ridiculous way, reaching out and gently touching her head.

Lana raised her head and stared at Lid without saying a word.

Instead, Reed said with a smile:

"Your Highness, I'm sorry I'm late. Are you wronged in any way?"

Lana reached out and hugged Lid's waist.

She was only tall enough to hold him to this position.

The hot air that Reed exhaled turned into white mist and was blown high into the sky by the wind.

He heard faint crying.

But soon, Lana let go of her hand, as if she remembered something, and ran away. Perhaps because of her excitement, she fell and fell on the snow. She immediately got up and continued to run away. She squatted down and searched far away, and finally ran back holding something. Lana wiped her red eyes with her sleeves, stretched out her tightly clenched hands in front of Lid, and opened them.

Inside was a pile of torn silk.

Lana forced a smile and said firmly:

"This, Lana originally wanted to give it to you, but that bad guy tore it off. But it doesn't matter, Lana can make a new one for you, it's not difficult."

Reed took the yellow cloth from her hand, which was broken into many pieces like a puzzle, and unfolded it one by one to take a look.

With such complex embroidery techniques and exquisite finish, how could it not be effortless?

Lana lowered her head somewhat embarrassedly, kicked the toe of her left foot against the toe of her right foot, then kicked the toe of her right foot twice against the toe of her left foot, and said shyly:

"I heard from the teacher who teaches court etiquette that girls must learn embroidery. I used to learn very slowly, and my sisters would laugh at me. But the teacher said that it will be useful when I get married in the future! So I tried my best! I don't know how it turns out..."

She raised her head slightly and found that Reed was already sitting on the ground. He tore a piece from the bright yellow part of her clothes, bit one of the thread ends with his teeth, and quickly tore it into a pile of silk threads. Then he found one of the broken iron rings, bent it into an extremely thin iron needle, and firmly fixed one end of the thread on it.

Reed gave her an encouraging look.

Lana crawled to Reed's eyes like a kitten and sat in front of him. Reed handed the needle and thread in his hand to her, then gently held her hand, and said while guiding her to thread the needle:

"You can embroider it like this, with hidden stitches, and thread it like this... Yes, sew it like this, and you see, the stitching marks are not so noticeable now."

Encouraged, Lana leaned in Lid's arms and carefully sewed up the torn embroidery. Lid stood up as straight as possible to shield her from the wind and snow outside. When it was finally unfolded, although some traces of stitching and repair could be seen, the boy in the picture was completely presented before her eyes.

He was wearing luxurious clothes and had a meaningful smile on his face.

Lana slapped the embroidery painting in her hand into Lid's hand and whispered:

"One, it's not like you at all."

Lid smiled and asked:

"Why, do you think the embroidery is too cool? There's no way to change it now. I'll find a place to hang it up when I get home."

Lana suddenly leaned forward and kissed him on the face. Then she put her hands behind her back, ran a few steps away, turned around, and said shyly:

"No. You are much more handsome now than in the picture."

The wonderful straight ball left Lid speechless for a moment.

The soft lips, sweet scent and remaining wetness on his cheeks made him feel a little dizzy.

...By the way, this should be explained clearly.

Regarding my previous confession to her, it was not actually because I loved her, but because I was deceiving her.

I didn't explain this clearly last time.