King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 1196 - 1196 1183 Dragon Blood Academy Dragon Slayer

Chapter 1196: Chapter 1183: Dragon Blood, Academy, Dragon Slayer Chapter 1196: Chapter 1183: Dragon Blood, Academy, Dragon Slayer “Bang!”

Muria’s body slightly shifted to the side, and the sword aimed at his chest missed by a hair’s breadth, scraping past the scales on the side of his abdomen and sparking bits of golden-red sparks. Then, Muria extended his front claw and gently poked.

Bang!

The burly dragon hunter, in no way a match in size for the young dragon, had no resistance and was immediately knocked back, creating a sound explosion ring and crashing onto a sharp boulder.

Small stones scattered chaotically, and the young dragon hunter was half-buried in the huge rock, his body wracked with intense, burning pain, and his mouth and nose filled with a strong metallic blood odor.

“Victor, are you okay?” came a concerned voice from inside the sealed helmet.

“Cough, I’m fine, I won’t die, but I don’t think I can fight alongside you guys anymore,” said the young dragon hunter, feeling utterly unable to stand, “Be careful, don’t let this dragon hit you; it’s really tricky.”

But just as he finished speaking, a familiar figure suddenly smashed into him, plowing a track of earth seven or eight meters long on the ground.

“Didn’t I tell you to be careful? How did you get hit so soon?”

“You think I wanted this?” replied the young man, feeling that if not for the exoskeleton power armor on him, his body would have shattered, as he was struck by the dragon’s claw on the chest.

“This dragon is just too perverse. Just a moment ago, it seemed like we were about to kill it, but then it suddenly chewed on its own wing and became so strong.”

“I feel like it’s a different dragon altogether!”

“Split personality?”

“Bullshit, how could dragons possibly have human mental illnesses?”

“Who knows for sure.”

The two young dragon hunters, who had already lost their fighting capability from just one hit, chatted casually, their mindset still very light.

Because in their minds, they thought this was just a mission failure, nothing serious, and it was merely about letting the dragon escape.

However, as time passed and the battle continued, these two powerless fighters grew anxious; they watched their comrades continually being knocked down by this tricky young dragon.

“Why are you all so weak? Downed in one hit?”

“No, everyone was impressive during training; how come they just crumble in real combat? They all went down without even resisting one hit.”

“You two shut up! And you say we suck? Aren’t you the same? Acting all high and mighty during training and the first to be knocked down in battle.”

As the dragon hunters argued among themselves, Muria had already knocked down the last guy who dared to charge at him for close combat, and with that strike, he completely penetrated his exoskeleton armor, allowing dazzling red color to flow over the rubble.

The first comrade’s death plunged all the dragon hunters into silence; only then did they remember they were participating in a battle where they could lose their lives at any moment—not the usual academy training.

Due to prior detailed intelligence and the battle plan, which had been repeatedly simulated by the intelligence brain, they had maintained absolute suppression over the young dragon at the beginning of the battle without feeling the slightest crisis.

But now, the death of a comrade made them realize; this wasn’t a simulation where they could simply restart upon failure, this was a life-and-death battle between different races.

“So that’s how it is.”

Muria stretched out a claw, peeled open the small tin can in front of him, and when he saw the young and naive face inside the armor, he realized, “It’s just a bunch of students, no wonder their fighting style is so immature.”

“This dragon is going to eat Owen’s corpse, dammit. Not only have we failed our mission, but we can’t even protect our comrade’s body?”

“Don’t hesitate, abandon the mission, and quickly ask for help from the mentor. We’ve failed.”

“I agree!”

“I agree!”

…

“Since that is the case, I will give up on the mission, and you all better not blame me then.”

Grits!

The sound of metal twisting and breaking rang out. After Muria peeled off the dragon slayer’s armor in front of him, he threw the highly durable alloy equipment into his mouth and chewed.

Such behavior had the dragon slayers, who were only half alive, staring blankly.

“He can chew through Aiven Alloy Steel? The textbooks never told us that Ancient Dragon Species had such strong teeth.”

“The textbooks also didn’t tell us that the Ancient Dragon Species would enter a second state after nearing death.”

“I feel like everything we learned at the academy is fake.”

…As Muria chewed on the dragon slayer’s exoskeleton armor with his dragon teeth that had been enhanced by his own formidable power, he sized up the humans and fell into thought,

“Teacher, mission, academy, interesting.”

Although he had just awakened, Muria had already deduced a lot from the current situation.

Firstly, the part of this Cluster World he had descended into contained dragon creatures along with humanoid intelligent races possessing high-end extraordinary technology, and the two factions were adversaries many of the dragons seemed to be in a precarious situation.

To see why the dragons’ situation was perilous, one only needed to look at the weapons and equipment of these dragon slayers. They were crafted for combating dragons, these so-called perfect large predators.

The existence of the academy, meanwhile, proved that humans were systematically training dragon slayers if dragons were dominating in the human-dragon conflict, they would never allow such an institution to exist among humans.

“Tsk, such a great innate starting point, yet resulting in such misery. Are the humans of this world too strong, or are the dragons too useless?”

Muria heard everything exchanged by these dragon slayers he had crippled, his own power was not restricted in any way.

“Such a unique Ancient Dragon Species. You’ve managed to defeat all my students.”

As Muria was pondering, a human dressed in white came stepping through the air from above, looking down on him from a high position, “Young dragon, I know you can understand what I am saying. Now, just surrender quietly, and I can give you a chance to live. You have considerable research value.”

“Dragonkin?”

Muria raised his head and looked curiously at the human standing above, pontificating to him. He could sense the power in this seemingly normal human, a power similar and originating from the same source as his—the power of a dragon.

But what was odd was that though the power of the Dragon Vein in his body was pure, the amount was extremely scarce, maintained within a very delicate limit.

“What is that look in your eyes? Are you curious about me?”

“Yes, very curious. I’d like to study you,” Muria responded, radiating Soul Sound.

“Hehe, truly worthy of the Ancient Dragon Species. Even a newly born young dragon is so proud.”

Seeing Muria’s response, the academy mentor who came to rescue his students took it as the Pride of dragonkin, “It seems only pure power can subdue you.”

“Using power to subdue me?” Muria’s gaze became even more peculiar, and a strange feeling also rose from deep within his heart. So this was what they called pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger? No, that description wasn’t quite right. His appearance now was also that of a dragon, though an Otherworld dragon.

Feilian!

The middle-aged mentor, whose body flowed with Dragon Blood yet bore no visible abnormalities, pointed at Muria. Under the influence of his Dragon Blood Power, clear and free winds converged into white-tinged Windblades and chopped towards Muria.

“Using wind against me?”

Upon seeing this Magic Attack originating from Dragon Blood Power, Muria didn’t even bother to dodge. The moment the Windblades reached him, the will of the wind was easily hijacked, or it could be said that they had encountered their true master.

The nimble wind encircled the crippled black dragon. The young dragon, with its golden solitary eye, looked up at the dumbstruck human above, a hint of mockery in his gaze.