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Chapter 319 Palm Of The Dragon

Gathering himself quickly, Roswil turned around to face Lyrian again.

\'He\'s far faster than last time. But, I\'ve grown in strength as well...\'

Roswil regained his confidence and lunged in once again--only to have his blade pushed to a stop by Lyrian\'s sword.

Roswil clenched his teeth, pushing his sword into Lyrian\'s with all of his might. His hands shook at his own pressure, as his face contorted into one that showed a lot of effort--sweating slightly.

Lyrian, on the other hand, counteracted that push with an unshakable push of his own. His expression was calm--not even a single bead of sweat on his forehead.

"Damn!" Roswil exclaimed, stepping to the side and pulling back his blade.

As Lyrian began to back away, Roswil thrust his sword toward his opponent\'s stomach. His footsteps as he approached closer were careful and precise, yet Lyrian still easily dodged his attack.

"Your sword skill is undoubtedly better than mine, but you are just too slow." Lyrian teased, dodging from side to side.

Roswil continued driving forward with a barrage of thrusts and slashes, but all of his efforts went down the drain.

Finally, Lyrian took one large leap back and sheathed his blade.

Roswil furrowed his brow as he stood up straight, "Don\'t mess with me, you bastard!" He roared in an angry burst. "Unsheath your blade at once!"

Lyrian answered without hesitation, "I don\'t need my blade to defeat you. Don\'t worry, if you think I\'m giving up... you are sorely mistaken."

"Arrogant cunt! I\'ll make you eat those words!"

Roswil dashed forward once again. At that moment, Lyrian closed his eyes.

\'He dare shut his eyes in the middle of a battle!? What kind of fool does he take me for? He probably thinks I\'m going to stop, but screw that!\'

At that moment, a twisted smile came onto his face, \'I\'m not like other nobles. I don\'t care about being a good person. It was his mistake to close his eyes. Now, I can kill him without worry.\'

Lyrian, on the other hand, used Smithing mode to gain absolute concentration at that moment. When he first understood the Panda Kung-Fu Martial Art, there was a hidden technique that he had a hazy memory of.

Eventually, that memory became unlocked after he mastered the martial arts to 80%. The Palm Of The Dragon. A powerful technique that directly attacked one\'s core with your spiritual energy.

If your energy was stronger than your opponent\'s, the attack would burst through and destroy your opponent\'s core. This was the case for all spiritual energy attacks. It was a ruthless technique, but also quite useful at times.

Lyrian activated his Dragon form, forming a wide stance with his legs.

He opened his eyes and saw Roswil mere feet from him. However, time itself felt as though it had slowed down as Lyrian performed his movements.

First, he raised his hands in the air and then combined them as they came by the side of his waist.

They now looked like the maw of a dragon, and after keeping them at his side, Lyrian suddenly took one large step forward.

As soon as he did, Roswil\'s blade came less than a foot from piercing through his head. However, at that exact moment, he also forcefully pushed his hands forward, opening both of them up to form opposite-facing palms.

"Palm Of The Dragon," Lyrian said under his breath.

On saying this, both of his palms slammed into Roswil\'s stomach with an immense force that drove all the air in the boy\'s lungs out. His eyes immediately rolled back into his head as all the oncoming force of Lyrian\'s spiritual energy surged forth and rampaged into Roswil\'s core.

In that split second, Roswil\'s core burst into a thousand pieces as he was sent flying into a nearby tree with two giant palm indents in his stomach.

Lyrian\'s palms had torn through the noble\'s clothing, and he left a steaming hot mark.

After taking a deep breath in, Lyrian returned to his normal stage and faced Israthel.

At that moment, he looked up at the sky, hearing a screeching bird noise.

"Kea--creee!!" Nova held Risha by the nape of the neck, shaking his head side to side as eventually, he ripped a chunk off of the parrot.

As soon as that happened, Risha let go of the pendant, and Nova trailed it immediately.

Nova caught the pendant in mid-air and quickly dove down toward Lyrian--dropping it in his hands.

At that moment, Israthel\'s whole body was shaking. And now, even he was forced to admit it... \'He\'s... terrifying.\' He breathed heavily as he mused to himself, \'I-I need to get out of here!\' He began to take a few steps back.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn\'t control his body. It was as if all of the hatred that he once had for the boy in front of him had disappeared. Now, all that existed was an overwhelming, horrifying feeling of doom that constantly loomed over him like a mountain.

It was like a prey forgetting its anger at the predator, and instead simply focusing on running away to save its life.

"Where are you going? Don\'t you want a shot as well?" Lyrian exclaimed at that moment. "Yo-you... destroyed his core," Israthel said in a broken whisper that was shaking.

The idea of this alone freaked him out as well. There wasn\'t any way he was going to fight the demon that stood in front of him.

At that moment, Israthel slowly reached into his coat pocket and grabbed a few small white marbles. After a short pause, Lyrian began to dash forward. Just then, Israthel abruptly threw the beads onto the floor. A giant explosion erupted from where Israthel stood, quickly enveloping that entire part of the forest.

After the dust cleared, there was no Israthel to be seen. Alten jumped out from the trees, "What the hell? I thought that only happened in movies. How silly."

"Che!" Lyrian laughed, "Whatever... anyways, what time is it? We should return for the exam..."