The First Dragon God-Chapter 151: Evolved Miguel and Mia

Tatiana hovered in the air, her blood-red eyes scanning the dense forest below.

The wind rustled her cloak as she observed Mia and Miguel, each engaged in their own life-or-death battle against an Evolved Rank monster.

This was the final step of their evolution, the last test they had to overcome before breaking through.

Tatiana didn't plan to interfere. Not unless they were on the verge of death.

This was their fight. And if they couldn't survive it, they had no place stepping into the Abyssal Realm.

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Mia's breath was steady, her daggers poised, her body light on her feet.

She faced a serpentine creature, its body coiling through the forest floor like a massive shadow slipping between the trees. Its glossy black scales reflected no light, making it blend seamlessly with the darkness around it.

But its eyes—two orbs of eerie silver—never stopped watching her. And so did Mia, as her eyes never left the monster.

She has been fighting this monster for some time now, and it had made her to understand just how strong an Evolved Rank creature is.

The monster made it move again.

Mia saw this and her instincts screamed at her. She barely had time to react before the monster lunged at her, its needle-like fangs dripping with a thick, black venom.

She twisted mid-air, narrowly dodging, feeling the air shift as the fangs sank into the trunk of a tree behind her.

The wood immediately began to rot and dissolve, eaten away by the venom.

Mia's stomach twisted. One bite and she was dead.

No second chances.

The monster reared back, its massive body writhing between the shadows, slithering with a malevolent grace.

The monster was watching her, waiting. It showed just how intelligent it was.

Mia clenched her daggers when she saw this. She knew that she couldn't afford to let it dictate the pace of the fight.

And so, she moved first.

Dashing forward, she feinted to the left, then cut to the right in a blur of movement, her daggers flashing as she aimed for the exposed flesh beneath its head.

The monster reacted instantly.

Its entire body twisted in an unnatural manner, its tail lashing out with explosive force.

Mia barely saw it coming and she couldn't barely block the attack.

Pain erupted across her ribs as the impact sent her flying backward, her body crashing into the dirt, rolling before she could catch herself.

She coughed up blood and she saw her vision blur for a moment, but she quickly forced herself to recover as she shook her head violently, shaking off the dizziness.

The creature seeing that the human was still standing, coiled back, preparing to strike again.

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Mia forced herself up, her entire body screaming in protest. She knew wouldn't last long if she allows things to continue like this.

She quickly thought of something. Then, she realized something.

The monster was fast, but it had a pattern.

It always coiled back before striking.

Realising this, a plan formed in her mind.

As soon as the beast coiled, she sprinted toward it, throwing one of her daggers toward its face.

The monster flinched, instinctively snapping its head back, giving her the opening she needed.

She rolled beneath it, grabbing her second dagger with both hands.

Then, with all the strength she had left, she plunged the blade directly into the soft underside of its jaw.

The dagger sank deep, severing the nerves controlling its mouth.

The monster let out a terrible, shrieking hiss, its body thrashing wildly, knocking down trees in its death throes.

Mia barely managed to leap away before it collapsed, its tail twitching once before going completely still.

Her legs gave out beneath her, her chest rising and falling in exhausted gasps.

The next moment, a wave of energy enveloped her as she slowly collapsed to the ground.

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Miguel stood before his opponent, his battle-axe gripped tightly in his hands.

His foe was a massive, armored beast, resembling a mutated rhino, its body layered with thick plates of dark stone, its horns jagged and glowing faintly with ember-like energy.

It was a living battering ram, built for destruction.

And right now, it was staring him down, its massive hooves grinding against the dirt, preparing to charge.

Miguel exhaled. He had to stop it.

Then, with a snort of fury, the beast charged forward, the ground quaking beneath its weight.

Miguel braced himself.

At the last second, he sidestepped, bringing his battle-axe down in a brutal swing toward the beast's exposed flank.

The blade connected but instead of cutting deep, it bounced off the thick stone armor, sending vibrations up Miguel's arms.

He barely had time to register the failure of his attack before the monster whipped its head around, its jagged horn catching his side and sending him flying.

Miguel hit the ground hard, rolling across the dirt.

Pain exploded through his ribs. He knew that omething was broken but he didn't have time to stop, and nurse his wound.

The monster was already charging towards him again.

Miguel forced himself up, gripping his axe, ignoring the pain.

He couldn't break through the armor.

But he could use its own strength against it.

As the beast barreled toward him again, he didn't move.

Tatiana, still watching from above, narrowed her eyes. What was he doing?

The moment before impact, Miguel suddenly sidestepped, pivoting on his heel, and swung his entire body weight behind his axe, and struck the monster's front leg at its joint.

The angle was perfect.

Instead of trying to cut through the stone armor, he had aimed for the weakest mechanical point—where the plates overlapped at the joint.

The monster's own momentum worked against it.

Its leg buckled violently, sending its massive form crashing forward, its own weight shattering the ground beneath it.

Miguel didn't hesitate.

With a roar, he brought his axe down again, this time aiming for its exposed underbelly.

The blade sank deep, cutting through flesh and vital organs.

The beast let out a final, gurgling cry before it collapsed, the last of its life bleeding out onto the ground.

Miguel staggered back, gripping his ribs, his breathing ragged.

The next moment, Miguel felt a wave of energy rushbthrough his entire body, healing his wounds, strengthening him, reshaping him.

He barely had time to process it before his legs gave out, sending him to the ground and his eyes closed, as he collapsed in exhaustion.

Tatiana, still floating above, watched as both Mia and Miguel lay on the ground, surrounded by the glow of their evolution.

She smirked in satisfaction. They had done it.