Chiyan’s combat test raged on. Her punch was “epic,” but no way it’d one-shot a corpse dragon—those things are famously tough, even without, y’know, being alive.
With its pain-immune edge, a Hollywood-style slugfest would put Chiyan at a disadvantage. She’d get hit, think “Ouch!” for a split second, then counter. But the corpse dragon? It tanks a hit and swings back instantly, so fast Chiyan could barely handle it… I can’t handle this!
Bam!
Chiyan got yeeted by the corpse dragon. The arena was huge, but small for dragons. Mid-air, Chiyan blazed with fire, landing in human form.
Bingpo, watching, had an epiphany. Human form nerfs strength, defense, and speed, but boosts agility. Lower defense? Just don’t get hit. Weaker punches? Two hits instead of one!
Bingpo had to admit—this muscle-brain’s combat IQ was nuts.
The moment Chiyan landed, she snapped her head up. The corpse dragon leaped, charging her.
Chiyan crouched, dodging with a slick angle, grazing past it. She clenched her fist, spun 180 degrees, and, at the last second, slammed a punch into its back.
Crack!
Blazing flames erupted, engulfing the corpse dragon. It thrashed, pain-free but feeling the debuff.
Flame Resistance LV8: Activated!
The dragon’s resistance slashed the fire’s damage, but Chiyan saw it coming.
She snapped her fingers. The flames exploded, shifting from fire damage to burst damage, blasting chunks off the corpse dragon!
The white dragon, watching, lost it. First the blue girl, now the red one—their talents were off the charts, even for the ancient dragons’ prime.
“True Ancestor, how’d you train these geniuses? Any secrets?”
Pointless question now, but the white dragon’s curiosity got her, turning to Filo.
Filo paused, stone-faced. The white dragon froze—oops, wrong move. Genius-training secrets aren’t just shared.
“Sorry, I just—”
“Daily baths, sweeping, mopping, watering flowers, cooking, sometimes sewing. That’s enough for training,” Filo said bluntly.
Her method? As sloppy as that bald guy next door’s—no, sloppier. Yet, the dragons’ levels skyrocketed, full of spunk daily.
Sure, the level 7 Holy Spring helped, but Filo swore her lifestyle training worked, especially for Chiyan. Life is training—cooking and chores honed Chiyan’s patience and thinking, way better than mindless punch-fests.
Filo meant it, but the white dragon wasn’t buying it, like a disciple hearing their bald master’s lame training spiel. No way chores made these monsters—probably rare herbs, elixirs, or True Ancestor treasures juicing their potential.
No way it’s that simple!
The white dragon shut up, eyeing the video feed. Raw power favored the corpse dragon—its flame resistance forced Chiyan to go 120%. Yet, Chiyan had the edge!
In human form, she danced around attacks, landing brutal punches. Good thing the corpse dragon had no regen, or her tactics would’ve flopped.
Fuming, the corpse dragon spread its wings, soaring upward, mouth open.
“Crap, dragon breath!” Bingpo clocked it instantly. At that angle, Chiyan couldn’t dodge!
Chiyan shifted back to dragon form, mouth open, facing the corpse dragon.
“She’s using dragon breath too?! It’s got fire resistance—that’s a losing bet! Wait, Chiyan’s not that reckless. There’s one way to win!”
“Just overpower its breath! Watch me shove yours back!”
Chiyan roared, orange flames coalescing in her mouth, blasting out. The corpse dragon’s breath fired too, clashing in a heatwave that filled the second floor.
“I ain’t losing! Haa!”
Chiyan’s breath surged, like she layered another breath on top. The flames stacked, and in a flash, her breath overwhelmed the corpse dragon’s, swallowing it whole.
Boom!
The sky erupted in fireworks, like dozens of giant sparks blooming at once—dazzling.
Chiyan grinned, head high. Everything’s going my way—I’m a genius!
Then, a system interface popped up:
[Successfully created a special skill, 2.5x stronger than normal dragon breath. Tentative name: “Dragon Breath Explosion.” Rename if desired.]
Chiyan, hyped, changed it.
“Dragon Breath Explosion’s lame. Heck, call it Passionate Explosion! It’s my fiery love for Master! Chew! I’m a naming genius—this sounds way cooler!”
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