Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks-Chapter 587 - 361: Curtain Call

Under the sinister iron armor, black scales wildly sprouted, and sharp fangs pierced through the lips.

The Dragon Bloodline had been pushed to its limits by the Blood Magic.

Black mist filled the air.

A pair of gigantic golden lanterns suddenly lit up.

Behind Losa, an enormous shadow of a Demon Dragon appeared, towering and standing tall.

The powerful pressure of the Dark Lord mixed with the Dragon Mighty swept out.

Some weaker members of the Wolf Race couldn't even stand, collapsing to the ground, while even the stronger Centurions had their faces filled with shock.

"Impossible!"

"How could he have such strength?"

Just from the aura alone, Losa even surpassed Victor, who was a member of the Wolf Lord's Guard, comparable to those ancient giants in the Dark World who survived countless years.

"Is he really just a young man who just turned twenty? Did we get the intelligence wrong?"

Victor's eyes were filled with trepidation, as the aura Losa was emitting made even him feel a trace of fear from the bottom of his heart.

However.

Aura aside.

"It's nothing but a bluff."

Victor let out a long wolf howl, and his already massive body swelled again, but compared to the huge shadow of the Demon Dragon, this change was negligible.

His arms, with two twisting bone blades growing from his forearm's flesh, extended another half meter with a sound.

Victor bent his knees slightly, his whole body like a fully charged spring, leaping into the air, leaving two deep footprints in the granite pavement of the court plaza.

Bam—

The two almost instinctively chose to attack simultaneously.

The longsword opened up both blades.

In his Half-Dragon Transformation, with Lavinia's Decree enhancing him, Losa's speed at that moment didn't fall behind Victor at all. Having trained for a while with Chelina before entering the battle record world, he had developed his own methods to deal with this assassin-type enemy.

For a moment, Losa actually suppressed Victor, who was at full power.

The watching Wolf Race members whispered among themselves.

Victor tried to control himself and not be distracted by what they were saying, but even without listening, he could roughly guess.

This feeling made him so ashamed and angry he almost wanted to die.

Crack—

A fiery blade struck his shoulder, effortlessly slicing off his entire arm.

Victor quickly retreated several dozen meters, looking at Losa in disbelief.

Losa leisurely twirled his sword: "Fighting me, and you still dare to get distracted?"

The fury in Victor's heart grew even stronger, as he wiped the black Demon Fire burning like a parasite at his wound, extinguishing the flames immediately.

But his severed arm was quickly burned to a crisp by the Demon Fire, leaving only the sharp bone blade embedded in his flesh undamaged.

As for the ordinary Centurion Sassari, without the full moon's power, the gap in strength between them and Losa widened further. At this point, they couldn't even muster the courage to attack Losa, and even if they did, they posed no significant threat.

Rip—

Victor tore off the charred skin and flesh at his severed arm, and amidst the fresh blood, a brand new arm grew back. He opened his hand with a slight grip, and the White Bone Blade on the ground returned to his hand.

The next moment.

Time seemed to freeze.

From Losa's perspective, Victor's body paused in the motion of grabbing the White Bone Blade, and in the next instant, he crossed the space barrier, arriving behind Lavinia.

A gust of wind came, and the bone blade slashed down fiercely.

His speed was utterly astonishing.

Lavinia couldn't react. She had just begun to say the word "Decree" when the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. Her instincts from the high Wolf Race bloodline convinced her that no matter what move she made next, she would certainly die.

Bam—

At the critical moment, Losa crashed into Victor.

As he knocked Victor over, the two sharp bone blades tore through Losa's iron armor, hot Dragon Blood spurting out, igniting in the air instantly like a torch.

"Get lost!"

Victor kicked Losa away, charging at Lavinia again. He knew well that Losa from the Saluzzo Family had tenacious vitality. If Losa got involved, the situation would revert to the previous unfavorable condition.

First deal with the woman from the Bologna Family, and everything would still be under control!

But by this time, Lavinia had also reacted.

Just because she lacked combat experience didn't mean she had poor talent in combat.

A golden patch of thorns quickly climbed from her arm to cover her whole body.

In just a moment, it formed a radiant golden armor, transforming her into the spirited Valkyrie from myths and legends.

"Decree: Retreat!"

The manifestation of the Decree was thorns, because a touch would bear a price.

Victor was well aware of this, so he didn't retreat, enduring the Decree's backlash on him, raising both blades, and cut down.

Clang—

The golden thorns formed a Shield, blocking Lavinia.

The White Bone Blade casually sliced through the Shield.

Even in "Valkyrie" mode, Lavinia, who had little melee training since childhood, was no match for Victor and quickly found herself struggling.

But just delaying for this very short time.

Losa rushed up again.

Victor had to refocus his assault, swinging his blades to meet him.

"You wish to die? I'll make it happen!"

He bared his teeth, his rife with worm-like veins, throbbing high and rising in speed, already at its extreme, it ascended another tier.

Perhaps it was the Secret Art, or maybe some stimulating drug.

But Losa knew clearly, this frenzied state of the opponent could never last long, just as he wouldn't easily reveal his trump card of Breath of the Giant Dragon right at the start. A trump card was for critical moments.

Victor's speed continued to ascend layer upon layer, to the others he appeared as a series of afterimages, as though countless Victors were attacking Losa simultaneously, and Losa's defenses soon found it hard to withstand the terrifying assault.

With hundreds of Victor's images charging at Losa from all directions at once.

Even with the Decree's blessing, Losa's defenses were ultimately breached.

Numerous scars appeared on the black Magic Armor, resembling exquisite cracked ice porcelain, and Losa's movements grew ever slower, his life force draining swiftly with the blood that flowed like flames.

"Losa!"

Lavinia urgently cast Decrees, but for Victor now in "frenzy state," the weakening effects of the Decrees had almost no impact. Enhancing the Decrees no matter how much couldn't revive the dead.

"What a pity."

"The kid from the Saluzzo Family is still too young, probably a trump card Secret Art of the Yakxi Family, rushing to take on the attack to save the girl from the Bologna Family, futilely losing his life."

"Perhaps that's love."

"I thought I'd witness a new legend among the Wolves today."

"Maybe so, but he's already surpassed ninety-nine percent of the younger generation in the Wolf Race."

Amidst the bystanders' chatter, even those from rival families with the Saluzzo Family couldn't hide their slight expressions of regret.

"Ha, what a laughable fool, do you still remember that you were the only one in years to push me this far? I will keep your head as a cherished possession. It's your honor."

Yet, he remembered before he left, to exert a strong grip with a smile.

But the sharp bone blade, upon contact with what should have been soft,

In the next moment.

The terrifying Dragon Flame instantly consumed Victor.

The flame swept clean the street's accumulated snow, distorting the air with its heat.

In an instant, the flames dwindled for lack of fuel.

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