Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1438 - 416: Berserk in the Moonlit Night

Chapter 1438: Chapter 416: Berserk in the Moonlit Night

For the Feilengcui Lord Richard, the internal reputation of both Rainbow City and Morning Star City among the Dragon Clan has been getting increasingly higher. This is due to the boasting and showing off of Ibrahim and his wife, as well as the obvious facts that back up their claims.

It’s worth mentioning that, since the battle at Kalimantan City, Dragon City has conveyed an important instruction to all Giant Dragons across the Pan Continent through special channels: if any Dragon Clan member engages in direct conflict with the Feilengcui Lord, remember, do not engage in close-quarters combat with him!

For Giant Dragons that are extremely adept at fighting with fangs, claws, and sharp tails, and possess natural superhuman strength, this suggestion undoubtedly carries a strong insult. However, the display of more than a dozen Super-level Warcraft carcasses in the collection room of the Feilengcui Lord has proven the wisdom of this advice.

Tonight’s Enrida is undoubtedly another sacrifice, because she unfortunately got too close to Liu Zhenhan!

Having feigned being a zombie for quite some time, the seemingly harmless Liu Zhenhan had successfully gained the offensive radius he needed. In the instant he broke free from the "Wind Runes Puppet Chains," a well-prepared roundhouse kick struck Enrida’s frail body hard.

Just like a kite with its string cut, Enrida’s petite body, light as paper, flipped backward in the air, vomiting a large mouthful of fresh blood!

Enrida is still Enrida, even under such circumstances, she managed to fire two black flame-entwined "Poison Fire Eyebrow Stings." But right afterward, a pair of heavy palms fiercely pressed onto her back—Dense Beiga Hand Imprint!

This was Mourinho’s signature hand-to-hand combat technique!

A fleeting opportunity, with the talent and instinct of a Swan High Priest, would naturally not be missed, especially since he was prepared to fight to the bitter end!

Enrida’s body, like a rubber ball, bounced back towards Liu Zhenhan once again!

If the distance had been longer, with Enrida’s strength, she definitely could have regained control of her trajectory in mid-air. Sadly, the distance was now far too short!

Without the elemental binding power, the numerous Magic Shields Liu Zhenhan and Guoguo projected around their bodies made it a wonder for any hastily cast magic by Enrida to have any effect on a melee-type Mage like Liu Zhenhan.

A swiftly pouncing figure, accompanied by a genuine bear hug!

As the most traditional grappling technique of the Pier Race, the seemingly clumsy bear hug conceals tremendous killing power. With the fierce contraction of powerful arms, the lighter opponent might suffocate, while the heavier one’s spine could snap on the spot—if it’s the divinely strong Vieri using the bear hug, it might even crush the ribs and spine of a male ogre on the spot!

Liu Zhenhan’s strength was much greater than Vieri’s. It wasn’t just about strangling Enrida to death; breaking a steel bar as thick as her would be no problem for him. However, the Feilengcui Lord Lord clearly did not intend to do so. The moment he locked the little girl in his arms, his forehead knocked into her tender one with a heavy thud, sounding a loud "dong," causing Enrida to faint immediately, her body going limp like a quilt in Liu’s embrace.

"Heh..." Mourinho, unable to contain the burning sensation in his chest, spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and, with a softening of the knees, half-knelt on the ground.

"She is poisoned, let her go quickly!" The Swan High Priest wiped the corner of his mouth and gestured weakly to Richard.

"It’s okay, my skin is covered by an invisible Water Barrier. Are you alright, Mentor?" Liu Zhenhan righteously spoke, but still released his grip.

The soft Enrida fell to the ground, only to suffer a vicious kick to the face immediately after. The force of this kick was enough to turn a Giant Dragon’s eyeball into a liquefied vitreous body, but as a veteran Prehistoric Demon Beast, even in human form, her physical toughness remained terrifying, so Enrida was still fine, just more thoroughly unconscious.

Liu Zhenhan lifted his cloak and pulled out the gleaming Snowflame twin-blade battle axe from behind. He squatted down and held Enrida’s delicate wrist, as if gauging where to chop to sever her tendons.

"Richard!" Mourinho waved his hand eagerly, his complexion dimming, "Taking her magic power is one thing, but don’t harm her any further. That’s not honorable! Anyone imprisoned for over ten thousand years would have gone mad!"

"I was just worried she would wake up and conjure some trick." Liu Zhenhan spread his axe, "But since you say so, Mentor, I will use a simpler method."

It is said that human Alchemists have invented the Magic Absorbing Needle, which is specifically used to subdue Mages. A higher-level and more reliable method is to have a top-level Mage enact a Magic Imprint. Liu Zhenhan chose to go the old-fashioned way—dismantling joints. Dismantle all four limbs and the jaw at once and see how they cast magic then.

It wasn’t until now that everyone finally came to their senses. The Sword Saint sprinted to the edge of the forest and picked up the Druid, who was curled up tightly like a chrysalis, already devoid of any sign of life. Liv the Queen cried her heart out like a weeping mess into Mourinho’s embrace, perfectly embodying the image of a wife devastated about her husband.

The healing waves provided by the Flower Elf Priest caused Liv the Queen’s face to flush with color. Her Majesty finally remembered that besides being a wife, she was also a Priest skilled in healing, and her beloved husband was presently bleeding from his mouth.

"The losses are really too heavy... It’s all my fault..." Mourinho’s eyes welled with tears, sweeping slowly over the corpses of the Moon Elf and the Druid, overwhelmed with grief.