Fulilian: Dominate Aura at the beginning

Chapter 107 Escalde Style
"Agusid seems quite happy..."

"I didn't expect him to like Simmel so much—"

On the third floor of the Heavenly Dragon Castle, in the [Library] which stores all the magic known to Agusid—

Frillie had long been disturbed by the commotion caused by Simmel and the Royal Dragon.
While using magic that grants the ability to clearly see into the distance to observe his father's expression...

Xiang Zheng sat beside her, and the Southern Hero, who had been sent by Agusid to interpret the magic of the Age of Gods for her, sighed.

happy……

like?

Faced with the white-haired elf's unusual thought process and overly optimistic ideas.

The Hero of the South put down the grimoire containing the magic of the Age of Gods—Tears of the City That Never Sleeps.

He shook his head and chuckled to himself, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.

"Do not……"

"I don't think this has anything to do with liking someone at all."

Well?
Frillen, puzzled, tilted her head, quite confused by the Southern Hero's words.

"But Agusid is indeed very happy right now..."

A fleeting upward curve appeared at the corner of the old father's mouth in his eyes.

Magic Little Deng smiled slightly, recalling the days when her family was together for the first time in a long time.

Especially the time before Agushid lost Vlamed...

"I think the teacher's current mood isn't exactly happy, but more accurately, relieved—"

The words of the Southern Hero made Frilian turn her head.

"Relieve the anger?"

"why?"

Because any old father would be extremely upset to see his family's cabbage about to be eaten by a pig—

The hero of the South did not utter these words.

He simply shrugged, bypassing Frilian's obstruction, and cast his gaze far away toward Agushid.

"Who knows?"

The Southern Hero chuckled after asking a question in return.

"Perhaps it's because Simmel did something that the teacher least wanted to see..."

Something I don't want to see?
After a moment's thought, the white-haired elf became even more puzzled.

She simply couldn't think of anything else that Agushid could find unacceptable besides the inability to see Vlamed again.

Shaking her clever little head, Frillie decided to stop thinking about this complicated problem.

While slacking off, he glanced once again at his elderly father, who was watching from the sidelines.

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"The response was alright; it seems they weren't entirely stupid."

"The level of these swordsmen..."

"Hehe, the experience I gained can be considered not to have been wasted."

This is Agushid's current assessment of Simmel's series of counterattacks.

but……

Agushid rested his chin on one hand, calmly observing the increasingly prominent crimson in the eye of the storm in the distance.

Will Simmel be able to get past him today?
We'll also have to see if he can withstand the Royal Prison Dragon's breath head-on.

The fingers, poised to chop off the specimen he had made at any moment, tapped lightly on his knees.

Agushid watched everything silently, without uttering a word.

After all...

Even the most powerful demon clan would never want to see their daughter's sad expression.

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The 【Sword-Stripping Style】was used quite timely.

At the moment Simmel drew his sword,
Faced with that bright light that swept across the entire storm,

He was then glad that he had made the right choice.

The sword light drew ever closer.

And the same was true of the deep red that suddenly shone in their eyes, like the light of a falling sun.

The hero's swordsmanship tore through the hurricane.

The Royal Prison Dragon's breath burst forth from the eye of the storm, breaking through the wall—

boom! !

As expected, the Royal Prison Dragon's breath was unmatched.

Despite the timely dispersion of the impact by the [Sword-Splitting Technique], Simmel was still sent flying backward. "That was close..."

After planting her longsword in the ground and leaving a mark, Simmel couldn't help but breathe slightly heavily as she steadied herself.

It charged head-on at the inescapable breath of the Imperial Prison Dragon—

Despite being an undeniable dead end,

However, thanks to the [Stripping Sword Style] that he acquired a week ago, which allows him to spread out his attacks.

Simmel managed to block the Royal Prison Dragon's full-force attack almost unscathed.

but……

If I had a few more days to further improve my [Sword Stripping Technique],
Perhaps then I wouldn't have been thrown out in such a disheveled state.

—Simmel was an undeniable genius.

But what gave him confidence in making further progress in the [Sword Stripping Style] in just a few days was not his talent.

Rather, it is because of the experiences provided by the "equal contract".

Those experiences that would give him feedback anytime and anywhere as long as he kept practicing.

"call……"

"While being electrocuted is certainly unpleasant, these rewards are quite generous—"

"I really don't know how Mr. Agushid managed to do such a thing."

Standing amidst the scattered ruins of the broken hill.

Simmel squinted, staring directly at the Royal Prison Dragon that was beginning to swirl around the hurricane in the distance.

The title of "The Strongest Dragon in the North" is absolutely well-deserved.

If it had been Simmel before her practice here...

He would probably be seriously injured by that attack without a doubt.

"If we disregard the electric shock..."

"The time I spent practicing under Mr. Agushid will probably be the most memorable experience of my life."

With a casual flick of his sword, he swept away the dust and smoke in front of him, and Simmel exclaimed in a matter-of-fact tone.

More than thirty all-encompassing sword techniques.

The significant improvement in all aspects of power compelled the brave warrior to utter such a remark.

The long cloak billowed in the aftershocks of the hurricane.

As Simmel gripped her longsword and whispered to herself, her gaze never left the Imperial Dragon soaring in the sky.

The Bone Dragon does not suffer from stamina loss.

Even without Mr. Agushid's boost, the Bone Dragon's endurance would certainly far exceed that of a human.

Therefore, a protracted war is definitely not in our best interest.

and……

What Mr. Agusid over there probably wants to see isn't a boring chase either—

and so……

Based on the analysis and summary of the battle situation,

Out of concern for their future father-in-law's opinion of them.

With a smile, Simmel made her decision as she looked at her reflection in her sword.

The battle must be ended as quickly as possible...

Or,

Right here, right now—

Decide the outcome with the strongest strike!

Looking up at the Royal Prison Dragon, which hovered above the storm and gathered its breath again after a brief pause.

Simmel let out a long sigh.

Then he adopted the stance he had become most familiar with and that was also the most powerful strike he had unleashed over the past two weeks—

The swordsmanship of the Escalde family is entirely designed for resisting demons.

Therefore, from beginning to end, every single one of its attacks was designed to be a fatal blow.

Agushid's words flowed in my ears.

Simmel kept the core principles of the "Escald Stream" firmly in mind.

I witnessed firsthand the breath of the Imperial Prison Dragon descending from the sky—

The hero gripped his longsword tightly.
They retaliated amidst the bright flash of sword light.

"【Escald Style Secret Techniques——】"

"【Desperate Death】"

(End of this chapter)