Life is tough, so Honglong resorts to performing?

Chapter 46: Did you assume things just because you were once a red dragon?
When Loren opened his eyes, he saw a powerful, robust young red dragon with prominent horns and vibrant scales lying on a rock in the space formed by his consciousness. The dragon was glaring at him with its golden vertical pupils.

"I thought it would be someone else."

Loren stared at the guy in front of him and muttered to himself.

"Otherworldly soul! You stole my true name and took over my body, don't you feel even a little shame?!"

The red dragon roared, its four claws already exerting force, carving deep furrows into the rocks beneath its feet.

"Under federal law, unborn babies do not have human rights."

“According to the traditions of the dragon race, as you yourself have said, it is I who have obtained the true name of the dragon.”

Loren shrugged, indicating that he was powerless to help.

Then, he spoke with a hint of mockery,
“Strictly speaking, child, you are an egg, and in the federal classification system, you belong to food.”

"But I am a protected species with citizenship rights. I'm just eating an egg, what's there for me to be ashamed of?"

"Ow."

Loren's words seemed to enrage the red dragon, which roared, ready to teach the thief a lesson.

But in an instant, his expression changed drastically.

"Mental protection!"

A practiced incantation flowed from its mouth and Loren's mouth together.

In that instant, the second wave of the echo suddenly surged from behind them.

Two strange fluctuations, somewhere between soul and sound waves, collided and bounced in mid-air, releasing energy far more intense than before.

A fluctuation far exceeding the original level three erupted.

"Adding multiple identical spell configurations can create new spell configurations for Echo, unleashing even greater power. I didn't expect to gain something like this on this trip."

While struggling to resist the soul-shaking sensations emanating from his consciousness, Loren kept this new idea in mind.

Once you've advanced to the next level, you can try something new!

A storm of consciousness swept through, and each side took two steps back, finding their own position, shaking their heads, trying to clear their minds.

"Ugh, have you ever been a red dragon? You just assume things and throw spells around like that! Has anyone ever used a psionic spell to ambush a red dragon at the start of a battle?!"

Loren pointed in that direction, and the red dragon, who was also shaking its head, cursed angrily.

Just like me, they used silent spellcasting to launch a sneak attack while distracting the opponent!

You call me a thief? If you're so capable, then fight me with the skills of a red dragon!

Dragon Breath, Dragon Might, and Bite – a three-pronged attack!

Given our dragon-like physical abilities, I, a weapon master and mage dual-class player, will beat you idiot to a pulp if I don't! You must have done your business last night!

"The elegance of a cat, the strength of a bear, the eyes of an eagle, the armor of a mage..."

After a brief initial sneak attack, under the angry glares of both sides, a series of familiar blessing spells appeared on their bodies.

Their bodies changed simultaneously, assuming a starting stance.

Two upright, half-human, half-dragon behemoths stared intently at each other, both wearing ferocious smiles.

What kind of bullshit thief am I? I am who I am!

The way you copied me, and the fact that you can quickly understand and absorb spells because of your past life memories, all indicate that there are no thieves or time travelers here at all.

Some only have a single, fused soul and a residual pseudo-active substance from a high-level magic crystal, which are merely imitations of this soul, created as fakes.

Such a counterfeit, a mere grain of rice, dares to rival my brilliance!
At the moment the final blessing spell of both parties ended and the incantation ceased, the light of the acceleration spell simultaneously shone between their wings.

As copies of the same consciousness, they were all too familiar with each other's attack habits, as well as their own.

Two giant red beasts transformed into two raging gusts of wind, their golden vertical pupils like burning flames.

In the blink of an eye, the two collided.

"Claws crack, fists shatter!" Each of the two front paws was in a different martial arts stance, meeting the opponent's attacking claws and fists.

"You can't break through the moves if you were taught by the same master."

Loren's grin widened, and he increased his strength almost simultaneously with his opponent.

In that instant, their wings, tails, and even their hind limbs were already entangled in battle.

"Ow!"

The red dragon opposite roared, opened its mouth to reveal sharp teeth, and used its innate move, Bite.

Loren retaliated in kind, biting down on the other's throat.

Everyone has this innate skill!

Just as it was about to bite its opponent, the red dragon opposite Loren changed its bite into a ramming attack. At the same time, it exerted all its strength and, after taking a punch from Loren, broke free from the entanglement and flew into the sky.

He was panting heavily above, staring intently at Loren below.

Loren landed on the ground with both feet on the ground.

He looked up at the creature flying above, and the savagery hidden deep within him was ignited.

"What? So he's just a coward who's afraid to risk his life."

Loren grinned maliciously. The mage's inspiration made him realize that the other party's appearance was due to the high-level magic crystal using its pseudo-activity, combined with his extra soul strength, to create a fake.

The fake artifact is very similar to him in terms of combat logic and spell combinations, but there is one thing that they are different from each other, and that is something the opponent cannot overcome.

The residual will of a high-level magic crystal is pseudo-active; as a remnant, it has its own core logic.

Moreover, that logic is most likely about survival.

This is normal; the desire to survive is a fundamental instinct of living beings when facing death.

Not to mention that this thing is a relic; as a remnant, the desire to survive is the most basic and normal thing to do.

Therefore, no matter how perfectly the red dragon in the sky imitates itself, in a decisive battle where life and death are decided in a single blow, the opponent dares not gamble; this is a victory of logic.

He must have retreated first; in this game of cowards, he's bound to win.

As for the reason?

There is no need for a reason to live, nor is there a reason to face death.

It's good to be alive, and it's okay to die too.

What if I time-travel a second time? What if I get a better start in a better world?

Red Dragon is still too much of a character.

If he had been allowed to unleash the Time Dragon or Power Dragon techniques, would the dragon race be in such a miserable state now?

Loren grinned maliciously, his golden dragon eyes filled with savagery and unbridled cruelty.

If you want to take my life, then be prepared to be killed by me and come at me!
Loren faced the sky, opened his dragon mouth, revealing a mouthful of sharp fangs, and his magical power surged rapidly within him.

The surrounding air began to scorch, and immense magical power converged, distorting the environment under the intense heat.

Instantly, a torrent of flames, a mixture of matter and energy, erupted from Loren's mouth—dragon's breath!
To the surprise of the flying dragon, Loren's dragon breath was not directed at it, but spread out randomly in all directions, turning the entire space of consciousness into a raging sea of ​​fire.

"Such a waste of magic power is of no use in battle."

The dragon in the sky dodged Loren's breath and spoke with some annoyance.

Putting aside the red dragon's natural fire resistance, its unconcentrated dragon breath alone wouldn't be enough to kill even a white dragon!

"I know, but as your final resting place, a little fire is quite wonderful, isn't it?"

Loren chuckled, flapped his wings, and a gale swept up the newly lit flames, turning the interior of his consciousness space into a dazzling sea of ​​fire.

(End of this chapter)