[Love-Stronger-Than-Gold Super Pan]—forged in a month with [Blacksmith] MAX, this elite frying pan has three special skills:
- Food cooked in it grants a temporary positive buff.
- Infuse “love” to unleash dazzling golden effects during cooking—pure style points.
- Indestructible, top priority!
Absolute defense?! Kinda small… but still absolute defense!
Filo smirked Dragon King-style, swinging her pan. Bang! Thunder Scale bounced back, nearly slipping from the Dragon King’s grip.
“Higher priority than my skill? Fine, if it’s just defense, that’s easier!” The Dragon King leaped back 10 meters, unleashing countless lightning slashes—each rivaling her dragon-form breath.
But against Filo’s invincible pan? Useless. She swung it fast, each thunderous strike reduced to a pure strength clash. And strength? Filo’s got that in spades—her stats are busted.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Filo stood rock-solid, not budging. The Dragon King’s eyebrow twitched. One lightning bolt curved, looping behind Filo. Front and back attack—gotcha!
Bingpo and Chiyan thought so too. But Filo pulled a move no one saw coming.
Facing dual lightning strikes, Filo’s brain clocked she couldn’t block both. Solution? The legendary 36th Stratagem: Run like hell!
BOOM! The bolts collided, exploding with crackling smoke. Even 10 kilometers away, Bingpo and Chiyan flinched. But they trusted Master!
Dust still settling, Filo appeared mid-air above the Dragon King. Run like hell meant dodging, not dying—she could tank it, but why bother? “Teleport? No ordinary teleport—True Ancestor style,” the Dragon King muttered, still in her predictions. Totally!
Her dragon wings spread to chase, but Filo’s sly grin sparked a bad vibe. Mid-air, Filo’s storage panel popped up. Guess what she found?
Her finger tapped a slot, and whoosh—her empty hand held another frying pan, identical to the first. “Surprise! I’ve got two pans! (Didn’t know myself, but still!)”
Hovering with dual pans, Filo looked… kinda goofy. No, epic. Her mind flashed to Red Wolf’s line from Pleasant Goat: Tiger Prowess: “Dual Pans Combined, Invincible Under Heaven!”
Merging the pans, Filo spun in a mid-air Thomas spiral, rocketing at the stunned Dragon King, who’d been ready to launch.
1000 meters. 900. 800.
The Dragon King snapped out of it, gripping Thunder Scale. Just an overhead strike. Pans are tough, but that’s it. Block it, get close, and melee’s my win!
Filo vanished, her dual pans filling the Dragon King’s vision. “What?!” Thunder Scale slashed, barely parrying Red Wolf’s ultimate move. Her stance wobbled. Filo appeared in front, smirking. “Dual Pans Combined is a ranged attack, dummy~”
A punch slammed the Dragon King’s gut, shockwave blasting out her back. She flew kilometers, crashing into a mountain, leaving a massive crater. Same as 5,000 years ago—blasted, cratered, one-shotted.
Bingpo and Chiyan high-fived. “Master won!!” “Duh, she’s the best!” “Wasn’t even worried.” They froze, glancing away, mumbling excuses.
Their parents wanted to yell: Your king got wrecked, not some rando! They hadn’t realized their twins were already Filo’s fangirls—too late to pull them back now.
Filo picked up her pans. Indestructible, badass! They vanished into storage. She teleported to the Dragon King, stuck in the crater. “Keep fighting?”
The Dragon King, gasping, tried to rally but crack—her back gave out. Forget reigniting, she’s dust-exploded.
Filo’s salted-fish eyes met the Dragon King’s. Awkward silence—mostly on her end. “I’m over 8,000 years old! Bad back’s normal, right?!” she huffed.
Filo’s gaze turned dead-fish. “Sure, granny. Bad back’s normal at 8,000.”
“Granny?! You old monster, you’ve got no room to talk!!”