What the heck? What’s going on?!
What’s with the “It’s YOU!”?
Damn, so we knew each other before? Original owner, you sure you reincarnated because you were too invincible and not because you left such a mess for me to clean up?
As Filo’s brain raced, the Dragon King suddenly raised its claw and swiped at her.
Bang!!!!
Dust exploded, spreading outward from the Dragon King’s claw. Bingpo and Chiyan couldn’t even see what happened. The moment the claw rose, a blast of wind hit, knocking them back hundreds of meters despite their crossed arms. Even in dragon form, they couldn’t open their eyes against the gust.
This was just an ordinary attack from an Ultimate Being in serious mode. If it used a skill, miles around would become a battlefield.
The Dragon King looked down at its claw pressed to the ground. No living thing was hit—that strike missed!
“Look, can’t we just talk? Honestly, I don’t wanna fight, but my blood’s boiling. If you keep this up, I might not be able to hold back…” Filo sprouted blood-red wings, hovering before the Dragon King.
She touched her neck. Truth be told, she was a pacifist. Which salted-fish clan member liked stirring trouble?
But in [Excited] mode, she was fired up. Filo had never tried Viagra, but she figured this was close—her body buzzing, cells dancing.
Wanna fight! Wanna fight! Wanna fight!
Filo smacked her lips, one hand covering her face. The Dragon King, seeing this, gritted its teeth. That move was just like 5,000 years ago—still not taking it seriously.
“I’m not the same as back then!”
The Dragon King stood on its hind legs, roaring skyward. Its body shifted, shrouded in black light, turning into a black sphere in seconds.
Rip~ Rip~ Rip~
Black lightning crackled over the sphere’s surface. Suddenly, Bang!!!, it exploded, unleashing a blast even Filo had to shield against.
“What’s this? Frieza now, with a second transformation?” Filo quipped, lowering her arm to look ahead.
Where the black sphere was, a black-haired beauty in sleek armor appeared, eyes closed, gripping a black spear crackling with lightning—a perfect still beauty.
Filo froze, starstruck. This type was her favorite pre-reincarnation. Loli? Why not both? (๑❛ᴗ❛๑)
Whoosh!
The black-haired girl opened her eyes—classic dragon eyes. Massive dragon wings spread, exuding terrifying black aura.
What’s this? Human form?
No way—Bingpo and Chiyan lose stats in human form. How’s hers boosting?
Filo used her scan skill, pulling up the Dragon King’s stats.
Name: Unknown
Gender: Female (temporary)
Race: Yin-Yang Dragon (can switch genders)
Bloodline: Dragon King
Base Attack: 99999+
Base Agility: 99999+
Base Endurance: 99999+
Skills: Dragon Claw, Dragon Fang, Dragon Roar, Dragon Breath, Blazing Explosion, Supersonic, Perfect Humanization, Black Lightning, King’s Dominance…
Titles: [Dragon King] [Ultimate Being] [King] [Tyrant] [Destruction Dragon]
[Perfect Humanization]: Transform into human form without losing stats.
“Supersonic.”
Whoosh! The Dragon King flashed before Filo, thrusting her spear. It hit, piercing Filo!
Filo’s body froze, then split into countless bats, scattering everywhere.
Next, thousands of blood threads wove an invisible cage in the air.
As Filo prepared her next move, black lightning erupted from the Dragon King, snapping the blood threads. Her spear whooshed, grazing Filo’s head.
The Dragon King stepped through the air, charging Filo, fist clenched. With the dragon race’s high attack stats, she believed this punch could settle her revenge.
In less than a blink, she reached Filo, swinging at her head.
Whoosh!
A hit?!
Nope.
The punch landed just beside Filo’s head, missing by a hair.
“How’s that possible?! Again!”
The Dragon King threw rapid punches and kicks, but Filo dodged every one effortlessly.
The Dragon King was shocked. So was Filo.
This Dragon King… doesn’t seem that strong? Her stats match mine, but her punches feel slow. Is she not going all out?
Filo frowned, dodging more punches. The Dragon King’s kick came; Filo blocked it with her leg.
“Dragon Breath!”
The Dragon King inhaled deeply, unleashing a hundred-meter laser-like breath. Filo was engulfed—no blood clone this time.
But…
The breath faded. Filo hovered, one hand raised, shielded by a blood-thread barrier. A few unburned threads still floated.
“How’s that possible?!” The Dragon King, out of words, gaped. Filo shook her head, flicking her raised hand.
Filo hadn’t been in this body long—her combat skills were nowhere near the original’s. Yet, she was still overwhelmingly dominant?
Just how broken is this body?
Filo glanced at her hand. The Dragon King, panting, grabbed her spear, refusing to believe she was still inferior after all these years.
No way! I won’t accept it! I can’t accept it!
She pursed her lips, raising her spear. The sky darkened, black lightning rumbling across it.
“Ultimate Art: Dark Night Dragon Flash!”
“My full-power strike—survive it, and I’ll agree to anything! But just fall!!!”
Boom!!!!
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