Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 949 - 223 KO_4

Chapter 949: Chapter 223 KO_4

As soon as Ibrahim’s figure landed, he felt that his opponent’s strength was nothing special and immediately relaxed. His magnetic repulsion power activated, bouncing Piegel’s massive body several steps away with a "deng deng deng" sound. The metal repulsion force was present for just a moment before vanishing, followed by a strong magnetic attraction. Liu’s muscular body, with both metal-clad arms, was completely thrown off balance by this push-and-pull force, swaying like a roly-poly toy in front of the Seven-Colored Dragon, Ibrahim.

All the magnetic forces suddenly disappeared, and Liu, unable to maintain his balance, charged at Ibrahim like a drunk brute, shouting as he staggered toward him.

The Seven-Colored Dragon, Ibrahim, wanted his opponent to lose balance. For him, it was now the best time to end the battle. The period of probing attacks had finally convinced him that the Piegel before him relied solely on a metal bracer linked by a chain.

This time, Ibrahim was no longer afraid of close combat. If that were to happen, he would have enough time to easily bounce off his opponent, who had metal arms, the moment he got close.

Dealing with an opponent who had lost his balance and was wide open, Ibrahim was confident that a spinning side kick would completely strip him of all his combat ability, which, in fact, is what he did.

Just one step away.

Just one step away, and the Seven-Colored Dragon was about to help Liu get some calcium.

A quadruple layer of spider web covered Ibrahim’s head and body, blurring his vision to a uniform white. At such close range, Ibrahim couldn’t even react before a powerful impact wrapped around him, sending him tumbling to the ground.

Theoretically, tearing through these four layers of spider web would require 8,000 pounds of force. But breaking a single chopstick compared to a bunch isn’t the same concept. Wrapped completely and exerting force differently than usual, it was unclear how much force was actually needed to break free from the spider web.

"Just to clarify, this isn’t Elemental Power! Have you ever seen a Mage who can shoot out spider webs? This is a racial ability!" Liu, looking imposing, hands on his hips, laughed wildly at the stunned Fairy Dragon, Luna. "Forgot to tell you something, the Overlord here is also a foreign Elf!"

"Ibrahim, brother, how about it, convinced or not?" Liu, having removed the chain and Mithril bracers from his hands, threw them far away, and squatted down to look at the still writhing large white cocoon, from which the sound of fibers bursting could be heard periodically.

"Who would have thought I’d defeat a Seven-Colored Dragon," Liu, unable to resist, caressed the protruding facial features, chuckling foolishly.

"Aooooh!" A thunderous dragon roar suddenly exploded, the lingering sound dispersing all the clouds in the sky, shaking the entire arena like a mountain before an avalanche. Everyone in the stands, including Mourinho on the stage, covered their ears and grimaced in pain.

The spider web covering the Seven-Colored Dragon, including his face and neck, was shredded by a strong blast of air into flying fluff.

"What do you say, convinced or not?" the Seven-Colored Dragon, Ibrahim, bellowed: "You have your racial abilities, don’t I have mine? Is my ’Dragon’s Might’ just for show?"

Incredibly, it was Dragon’s Might! Liu had pushed the Seven-Colored Dragon, Ibrahim, to use a racial ability he could only use once in his lifetime!

This ability was similar to "Lion’s Roar", and if faced directly, even a Super-level Warcraft’s magic resistance would be stunned long enough to turn the hourglass over once, which for a Seven-Colored Dragon, meant enough time to defeat any opponent.

If it were a common person directly hit by the Dragon’s Might, they would undoubtedly become a sure winner of the Idiot Olympics.

Liu swayed like a rotting wooden stake, stumbled a couple of times, and then "thud," fell to the ground, dust scattering everywhere.

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