Bingpo eyed the ice dragon, lost in how to counter it. Red dragon versus red dragon? Fine. But ice dragons…
Before she could think, the ice dragon’s breath blasted her. A direct hit! Chiyan’s pupils sharpened; Filo clenched her fists. Yet, when the breath cleared, Bingpo stood unfazed, like nothing happened.
Next, the ice dragon swiped. Bingpo crossed her arms, blocking. Frost formed where claw met arm, but it melted into her skin instantly. That claw’s steel dealt only physical damage.
That’s ice dragons.
Unlike red dragons, whose fire resistance isn’t absolute, Bingpo’s ice immunity is total. Ice attacks don’t hurt—they buff her if stronger.
So, ice is useless here. But does that close the gap?
Ice immunity means Bingpo’s ice-based tactics are null. Both are left with physical attacks, but with a level gap, how can Bingpo outpunch it? Stamina’s an issue too.
Avoid trading blows. If it lands one, she needs two!
As Bingpo planned, the ice dragon attacked, its massive tail swinging. In human form, Bingpo leaped—fragile but agile, like Chiyan. Getting hit? Not an option.
Airborne, her pupils sharpened, dead serious. For victory, all in!
Bingpo shot ice at the air, forming a split-second ice platform. She sprang off, landing behind the dragon, and swung a full-force punch at its skull.
Bang!! Crack~
A crack split the dragon’s head!
But before Bingpo could celebrate, it spun, too fast to react. A giant paw slammed down. Unable to dodge mid-air, she conjured a thick ice shield. The claw shattered it, smacking her to the ground.
That hit hurt. Good thing she dodged a fatal spot at the last second—human form would’ve been game over.
“I’m more agile, but it’s faster… Trouble…” Bingpo stomped, summoning three ten-meter ice spikes. The dragon ignored them; they halted on impact, melting into its body.
“As expected.”
“But that’s no excuse to lose!”
“Ice Clone!”
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Three Bingpos appeared—two ice clones, identical to her. Normally, her tactics rely on these, but their ice damage is useless now, only good as decoys.
The trio charged, attacking again. Everyone saw how bad this looked.
Outside, the white dragon sweated, whispering, “Don’t overdo it. She’s the True Ancestor’s disciple…”
[What? Can’t just keep letting them slide to the last floor because of that!]
The white dragon fell silent. Dragon pride wouldn’t allow more leniency, even against an Ultimate Being. This is their grave, their final dignity.
She glanced at Filo, whose finger flicked fast through an interface only she could see.
Filo couldn’t watch Bingpo get pummeled. With the white dragon nearby, rushing in was tough—she’d be stopped in her weakened state. So, she scoured her skill menu for remote aid.
An Ultimate Being’s skill list? Surely something works!
Swish swish swish!
Filo’s fingers flew, filtering to support skills. Still, the list was massive.
Suddenly, she paused, backtracking. A skill had flashed by too fast.
Seeing its name, Filo calmed. She tapped it and refocused on Bingpo’s fight.
Bingpo was losing. Sometimes, raw power trumps brains when attributes are crushed and tricks fail. Clutching her arm, panting, she muttered, “Is this… it?”
As she pursed her lips, eyes closing, an interface popped up.
Filo’s image flashed in her mind. Bingpo’s eyes snapped open. A skill window appeared.
[True Ancestor’s Blessing]
Grants the recipient a portion of the True Ancestor’s skills and titles for a short time.
Duration: five minutes.
“Master… I won’t let you down. Five minutes—I’ll crush this thing!”
Bingpo stood tall, eyes glowing blood-red, crimson wings sprouting.
Bingpo, Blood Clan mode!
“Ice dragons can’t beat ice dragons? Fine, I’m done being an ice dragon! Feast on Master’s Blood Clan power!”
She raised her arm. The Blood Clan’s signature skill, “Blood Thread,” activated!
Countless blood threads wove into a giant axe.
[Blood Axe: Mountain Splitter]!
Bingpo swung hard, the axe roaring toward the ice dragon…