One of his eyes had begun swelling slightly, his clothes were torn in several places, and bruises covered most of his exposed skin.
Tessa’s father did not look particularly pretty either.
His nose was bleeding.
One side of his face had swollen, and his chest was covered in burns and bruises. But the bastard was still grinning, still standing, and still coming for more.
Elion’s thoughts accelerated.
No.
Not enough.
The patriarch was too fast.
Elion could see the attacks, and his World Eyes could follow them with vivid clarity. His body simply could not always respond quickly enough.
However, he still had an ace up his sleeve.
If he could not react fast enough even though he knew the attacks were coming, what if he used an ability that would allow him to predict the attacks in advance before they came?
The man vanished again, and Elion’s beautiful pupils contracted as he activated a familiar skill.
’Enhanced Cognition!’
The world slowed considerably as every detail became easier to process.
The patriarch’s shoulder rotated, his hip followed as weight shifted onto the front foot.
’The fist is coming from the right.’
Elion ducked, and the knuckles passed over his head. He stepped inside and stuck a palm to the patriarch’s chest.
A violent fire erupted.
BOOM!
The patriarch was driven backwards, and Elion followed without missing a beat. For the first time since the battle began, he began keeping pace consistently.
Every punch, parry, kick, dodge, elbow, block, spell, and counter was much easier to execute in this state.
His mind processed everything at an absurd speed.
Every twitch of muscle, every fluctuation of mana, and every shift in balance. The patriarch’s eyes gradually widened as he recognised the shocking change.
But the change only made his grin turn even wilder and more feral.
"There you are!"
BOOOOM!
His aura exploded as his strength suddenly doubled.
Elion barely had time to curse before the man’s fist struck his crossed arms.
BANG!
Elion flew backwards, and again, he twisted, landed on his feet, and charged like a madman. The patriarch met him halfway.
Their shoulders collided, and the floor beneath them collapsed. Both men sank nearly to their knees before continuing to throw punches.
Neither bothered retreating.
Elion struck him across the jaw, and the patriarch buried a fist in his stomach.
Elion slammed an elbow into his temple, and the older man kicked him across the ribs.
Elion grabbed the leg before it could withdraw and swung the massive man into the ground.
BOOM!
He raised him again.
BOOM!
Again.
BOOM!
On the fourth attempt, Tessa’s father twisted free and struck Elion across the face with the heel of his other foot.
Elion spun through the air and landed badly. The patriarch appeared over him, and a flaming fist descended.
Elion crossed both arms.
BOOOOOOM!
The ground beneath him exploded as a crater formed across the centre of the dojo.
The shock wave tore through the room, shattering the surrounding barrier without suspense, causing several spectators to cry out as they ran, looking for cover.
Loose boards, splinters, and pieces of broken furniture went flying.
One clansman took a piece of debris across the forehead and toppled backwards with a curse.
Another had to shield his face with both arms.
Tessa’s mother formed another barrier around the spectators as quickly as she could, but a lot of damage had already been done.
"That is enough destruction!" she shouted.
Neither man heard her, or perhaps they chose not to. Elion lay at the centre of the crater with both arms trembling.
Tessa’s father pulled his fist back.
Elion stared up at him.
His teeth were red.
His breathing was harsh.
His arms felt as though the bones inside them had nearly cracked. Another punch like that would hurt.
A lot.
If he didn’t improve his defenses, he was going to suffer!
The patriarch swung.
Elion gritted his bleeding teeth.
’Fine.’
With a thought, he activated his primordial dragon scales, and Emerald-blue scales erupted across his forearms from beneath his skin.
They spread over his shoulders, chest, neck, and parts of his face in a shimmering metallic layer.
The patriarch’s fist landed.
CLANG!
The muffled boom he had expected from striking flesh never reached his ears; instead, he was met with the sharp clang of striking metal.
The patriarch’s eyes widened; genuine shock appeared on his face when he finally noticed the shimmering scales.
Elion’s arm barely moved since the shimmering scales had absorbed most of the impact.
The spectators went silent.
Kiki’s mouth fell open.
Even Tessa’s mother briefly lost her amused expression.
"Scales...?" someone whispered.
"Dragon scales?"
"What the hell?"
Elion’s women were the only ones who appeared unsurprised. The patriarch slowly pulled his fist back as Elion rose from the crater.
The Emerald-blue scales glittered across his body beneath the damaged remains of his clothes, each one possessing a faint metallic sheen.
Tessa’s father stared at the scales, then he began laughing madly. "Hahahahahaha!"
Tessa covered her face.
"Oh no..."
Her mother sighed.
"He is excited now."
The patriarch’s flaming aura exploded upwards.
"YOU HAVE DRAGON BLOOD RUNNING IN YOUR VEINS!?"
Elion’s expression stiffened.
"Why do you sound happy about that?"
"Because now I do not have to worry about breaking you!"
The man vanished.
"Oh, you son of a..."
BOOM!
His fist struck Elion directly in the face, and Elion’s head snapped sideways. He staggered one step, then slowly turned back.
The patriarch’s grin became monstrous.
Elion grinned back.
"Okay then!" He punched him.
BANG!
Tessa’s father flew through the dojo wall, and Elion followed. The battle immediately became much worse.
The two stopped showing even the small amount of restraint they had possessed earlier.
The patriarch blasted Elion through a pillar.
Elion responded by catching him around the waist and driving him through another.
The ceiling groaned, begging for mercy, but neither cared.
Flames exploded across the dojo.
Water crashed against them.
Stone spikes erupted from the floor.
Fists struck scales.
The sound of every collision echoed across the clan estate.
BOOM!
Elion was sent through the ceiling. Several people stared upwards through the newly created hole.
A moment later, the patriarch followed him.
Another explosion sounded above, then both men came crashing back through a different section of the roof.
BOOOOOOM!
They hit the floor together as dust filled the entire dojo.
"THIS IS AMAZING!" one younger clansman shouted.
A flying piece of wood struck him in the shoulder.
"OW!"
He immediately ducked. Another clansman was laughing despite blood running down from a cut near his brow.
Their patriarch had never been pushed like this by someone below the Grand Mage Stage.
Never.
And Elion was not merely surviving; he was holding his own!
The patriarch grabbed Elion by the throat and hurled him across the room.
Elion crashed through the outer wall, rolled across the courtyard outside, then dug his fingers into the earth to stop himself.
The patriarch charged through the opening, and Elion thrust both hands forwards.
"Tidal Wave!"
An enormous wall of water erupted in front of him.
It swallowed the patriarch completely and carried him backwards through the remains of the dojo.
The wave smashed through another wall, and everyone screamed as water flooded across the floor.
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