King's Awakening

Chapter 749: Chapter 749: Dragon and Tiger
 

This time, the old beggar couldn’t keep up pretences any longer.

He had thought that after being influenced by countless illusions, White Mitchell was thoroughly confused.

However, White Mitchell was not influenced by the illusions from the beginning until the end.

This kid’s divine soul was so strong that it instilled a sense of fear in people.

You have to understand, even the powerful beings in the later stages of Foundation Establishment, they may not have the freakish soul strength that he has now.

For a moment, the old beggar seemed flustered; facing the sword thrust by White Mitchell, he hastily left his golden throne.

“You little devil, quite peculiar. But it’s useless, your only choice now is to obediently let me seize your soul. You’re simply no match for me,” the old beggar howled in frustration.

Yet, it was as if White Mitchell did not hear him at all. The sword in his hand thrust forward once more.

White Mitchell’s body suddenly trembled, turning into an illusionary light and shadow, as if the whole person had merged into the sword. His divine soul started to burn again, radiating a dazzling light, resisting the invasion of the old beggar’s Dark Spirit Storm.

With the radiance of White Mitchell’s divine soul shining, an endless Sword Qi started stirring up on the sword, like a rainbow traveling through space-time, and struck the old beggar forcefully.

The old beggar could not help but change color. His soul was indeed powerful, but, the intensity of White Mitchell’s soul power was on par with his own.

For a moment, the old beggar’s Dark Spirit took a heavy hit, and was scattered in disarray. The old beggar’s face changed, muttering spells under his breath, using his most powerful Sealing Skill, attempting to restrain White Mitchell’s divine soul.

However, White Mitchell’s divine soul had long broken free from the conventional restraints. He shook off the old beggar’s sealing skill and rushed towards the old beggar’s divine soul swiftly, like a sudden storm.

The old beggar instantly felt a wave of chill sweep over him, his soul seemingly being attacked by ice, shaking with cold. He wanted to escape, but he found himself restrained by an invisible force, unable to move a bit.

White Mitchell’s divine soul swiftly approached the old beggar’s soul, and as the two collided, White Mitchell suddenly felt a severe pain in his forehead as if he had been hit. His mind was instantly thrown into chaos, suffering from an intense headache.

The old beggar seized the opportunity to laugh wildly: “Hahaha! Lad, do you think you could deal with me by possessing some strange divine soul power? You’re too naive! Now, you’re just a weakling.”

White Mitchell gritted his teeth and held on. He knew he had to endure this intense pain and couldn’t let the old beggar succeed. He focused his mind to resist and launched another attack on the old beggar.

The divine soul of White Mitchell transformed into a sword, emitting a fiery golden light, and the sword body was full of swift Sword Qi. While the old beggar’s divine soul turned into an unbreakable shield, emitting a thick earthy-yellow light, and inscribed with countless mysterious runes.

The sword stabbed onto the shield. The Sword Qi and the earthy-yellow light interweaved together, triggering intense energy waves with a deafening boom. The soul power of the old beggar was obviously more potent than what White Mitchell had imagined. His body gradually merged into the shield, and the runes on the shield began to flicker, becoming more solid.

Suddenly, a loud noise echoed out and a ferocious dirt-yellow flame erupted from the shield wall, followed by an overwhelmingly domineering Evil Dragon.

This Evil Dragon was about thirty meters long, its body large and muscular, radiating a trembling sense of majesty and power. It was completely covered in resilient dragon scales that twinkled with an incredible glow, like a range of gemstone mountains, emitting a mystifying and awe-inspiring brilliance.

The claws of the Evil Dragon were exceptionally strong, akin to Yama’s iron shovel and as hard as the toughest rock. Each claw was adorned with terrifying talons, clearly meant to tear apart everything that dared to threaten it.

The dragon whiskers hung down as deep and dark as seaweed, extending from the dragon’s chin down to its chest. Each strand shimmered with a faint glow, piercing the darkness like lightning. Though the whiskers appeared harmless, the dragon’s breath could cause a tempest, leaving no place to hide.

When the Evil Dragon opened its cold dragon eyes, the entire valley seemed shrouded in darkness. In these alternating red and black dragon eyes, they harbored endless killing intent and destructive power. Its gaze was irresistible, as if pierced by many blades, leaving a sense of despair in one’s heart.

The dragon’s head was unusually sharp, like a merciless and majestic stone sculpture. On either side of the dragon’s head towered a pair of large dragon horns. These horns branched out like angel wings, resembling dark red mountain peaks. When the dragon got angry, these horns would spew terrifying flames, leaving no place to escape.

The dragon’s tail was several meters long, flexibly curved and wrapped in powerful energy. Each swing of its tail would cause the earth to shake and air to rip, emitting a sky-shaking roar. The dragon’s tail was like a massive whip, and its every swing would bring about a fierce storm that turned all dust into nonexistence.

The dragon’s body exhibited boundless strength. It was long and robust, with its serpent-like body covered in mysterious runes. Every single rune radiated endless power. These runes shifted like magic, sometimes glowing gold, sometimes shining brightly, seemingly indicating the overwhelming power of the Evil Dragon.

The Dragon’s mouth was formidable and terrifying. Under the cover of dragon scales, it showed all of its ferocious potential. Every mouth was filled with rows of sharp dragon teeth, each tooth flashing with a chilling light, making one shudder.

At this moment, the old beggar was the Evil Dragon, and the Evil Dragon was the old beggar.

Facing the formidable Evil Dragon, White Mitchell did not retreat. He transformed into the Dragon Slaying Sword and launched an explosive stab at the dragon.

His figure was as agile as lightning, almost merging into the sword. The sword emitted a dazzling glow, the blade shining like the brightest star in the night sky, reflecting endless majesty. Holding the Dragon Slaying Sword, White Mitchell burst forth with sword light, slashing towards the dragon’s body.

The Evil Dragon swiftly raised its massive claw, colliding fiercely with White Mitchell’s attacking blade, resulting in a loud explosion. The intense impact caused the surrounding mountains and rivers to tremble, with rocks shattered and lava surging as if the world was trembling for this duel between the two powerhouses.

White Mitchell felt the boundless power transmitted by the Evil Dragon, but he did not waver, instead, he became more calm. His figure flashed into a sword light, leaving a residual image in the air. In a blink, he went through the dragon’s claw and pounced on the Evil Dragon again.

The Evil Dragon’s eyes flickered, immediately sensing White Mitchell’s rapid movement. It soared up into the sky, spreading its dragon wings and flying to the sky. The dragon wings are incredibly huge, like shadowy sheets in the darkness, fluttering loudly. White Mitchell quickly retracted his sword and transformed back into human form, nimbly tracking the Evil Dragon’s figure.

The Evil Dragon hovered in the sky and suddenly opened its mouth, exhaling a ball of scorching flames downwards. The flames rolled like a colossal dragon, roaring as they shot towards the ground. Facing this surging flame, White Mitchell’s face showed a serious expression.

He hurriedly rolled up his sleeves, drew a magical rune in front of him, and a light shield quickly formed, solidly protecting him. The flame fiercely crashed onto the light shield, making a loud rumbling sound, but failed to break through this magical force.

Seeing its flames couldn’t hit White Mitchell, the Evil Dragon fluttered its wings and nosedived even faster. It crashed towards the light shield mercilessly with its enormous body and powerful strength.

The light shield shook violently as if it was on the verge of breaking down. All strength of White Mitchell gathered on this light shield, making his facial expression even more tense. He knew he had to hold this light shield firmly, maintain the resistance against the Evil Dragon, or the consequences would be unimaginable.

The immense power of the evil dragon put tremendous pressure on White Mitchell, causing him to step back slightly, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead. However, faced with this pressure, he had no thoughts of retreat, only a more tenacious will to fight.

White Mitchell’s eyes sparkled with determination as he suddenly roared out loud, the Dragon Slaying Sword in his hand once again radiating a dazzling Sword Qi. He wielded his swordsmanship to his utmost ability, the sword light bloomed like a milky way, suspending in the sky, stabbing towards the evil dragon with an overwhelming momentum.

The evil dragon, sensing the threatening aura of the Sword Qi, swung its claws fiercely, intending to shatter White Mitchell’s Sword Qi. But at this moment, White Mitchell’s figure became unpredictable, nimbly maneuvering between the dragon’s attacks, launching one sword thrust after another.

The collision of sword and dragon claw emitted crisp metallic clangs, as if they were the most elegant music in the world. White Mitchell’s swordsmanship became more and more powerful, his Sword Qi pierced through the dragon’s scales, leaving a dense trace of blood.

The evil dragon roared in rage, the surrounding air seemed to be torn apart by its roar. It fluttered its wings, transforming into a powerful wind that pushed White Mitchell back. But even so, White Mitchell gritted his teeth and charged at the evil dragon once again.

His body seemed to merge with his sword, the Sword Qi burning like a flame, sweeping across all directions. The evil dragon was forced to retreat step by step; its dragon body was pierced by the sword light, leaving countless deep wounds. Fear and resentment flickered in its dragon eyes like never before, however, it had no intention to back down just yet.

The evil dragon once again opened its mouth, a flame overflowing with destructive power shot towards White Mitchell. The flame illuminated the entire battlefield, incinerating everything, even the nearby trees instantaneously turned into ashes under the raging flames.

White Mitchell’s eyes remained resolute, he knew he could not withstand the power of the flame again. Therefore, he angled his sword to block the impact of the flames. The mysterious runes on the sword once again played their part, binding the flames.

However, White Mitchell realized that this resistance was limited, the power of the flame was getting stronger and his own strength was gradually depleting. He knew that he must quickly find the evil dragon’s weakness to win this seemingly hopeless battle.

The dragon’s power seemed endless, it kept shooting flames at White Mitchell, and kept thrashing its tail, but White Mitchell still persevered. He held on, searching for the dragon’s weakness.

Suddenly, White Mitchell’s eyes lit up, as he spotted a scale on the dragon’s neck, and this scale coincided with his most frequent point of attack. He immediately ignored the impact of the flames, transforming into a magnificent Sword Qi and stabbed at the dragon’s neck.

The Sword Qi cut through the sky like a meteor, quickly piercing the dragon’s neck, the tip of the sword pointing straight at its vital point. The dragon let out a painful roar, its body slumped, and dragon blood began to drip from the wound.

White Mitchell felt the breath of victory, he raised his Dragon Slaying Sword, pointing it straight at the dragon’s heart. Despair filled the dragon’s eyes, and it reluctantly closed them.

White Mitchell strode forward, poised to plunge his sword into the dragon’s heart and put an end to the fight. However, at that moment, his body froze.

He felt a surge of immense backlash power coming from the dragon’s body, sending him flying in an instant. His body withdrew at great speed, crashed onto a mountain peak, causing rocks to splatter everywhere.

White Mitchell’s face turned pale, he felt the pain of a few fractures in his body. He squinted his eyes to see the dragon standing up again, a cruel smile in its dragon eyes.

A strong dark aura emanated from the dragon’s body, it roared and spread its wings, pouncing towards White Mitchell.

White Mitchell held his sword tightly, watching the dragon’s movements, calmly analyzing its attack pattern. The dragon’s speed was astonishing, in a blink it was in front of White Mitchell, its massive claws lashing out at him.

White Mitchell swiftly dodged the dragon’s attack, but a sharp claw mark was left on his body. Blood burst forth instantly, he forcibly endured the pain, gripping the sword in his hand tighter, and charged at the dragon once again.

The battle between them was becoming more and more intense, with White Mitchell displaying extraordinary swordsmanship. Each move was incredibly sharp, with his sword flashing like lightning and inner strength surging. The Evil Dragon, however, was a resilient opponent. Despite its severe injuries, it continued battling, launching a fierce attack on White Mitchell.

The atmosphere around them grew tense and solemn, with the Evil Dragon increasingly throwing itself into a frenzy, and White Mitchell feeling his strength gradually depleting. He realized that he had to find the Evil Dragon’s weakness quickly, or he would not be able to win.

Right at the crucial moment, the Evil Dragon suddenly halted its attack, and its body began to shake violently. White Mitchell speculated that the Evil Dragon might be running out of strength. This could be his best chance for victory.

White Mitchell decided to strike with full force. He swiftly approached the Evil Dragon and unleashed his ultimate move. His sword turned into a bolt of lightning, aiming directly at the Evil Dragon’s chest.

However, just as the sword was about to strike, the Evil Dragon let out a sudden roar, and its body began to transform violently. Before White Mitchell’s eyes, the entire body of the Evil Dragon shockingly began to morph.

The enormous dragon tail vanished, replaced by a straight tail. The body of the evil dragon shrunk, its dragon claws turned into four sharp paws, and its scales gradually faded away revealing black fur. Finally, the Evil Dragon transformed into a massive black tiger.

The Black Tiger was a large and muscular beast. It was covered in a layer of black fur that was shiny and thick, resembling black waves, giving off a sense of steadiness and mighty presence. Each piece of the tiger’s fur seemed to exude infinite strength, like cold, black steel.

The teeth of the Black Tiger were incredibly sharp, like fine swords. They stood silently within its mouth, protruding between its upper and lower jaws, symbolizing its endless ferocity and intimidating power. These sharp teeth flashed with a chilling light, creating a striking contrast against its dark black fur.

The muscular front legs of the Black Tiger seemed as though they were built from heavy black iron. The smooth curves of its muscles depicted its strength, reflecting its extraordinary explosive power. Its tiger claws were vehemently sharp, displaying a ghastly white color like a set of sharp blades, capable of tearing apart anything in its path with a single swipe.

The eyes of the Black Tiger were deep and cunning, akin to two pieces of coal burning with hatred. Its gaze was extremely sharp, seemingly capable of seeing through everything. Its eyes exuded a brutal and ruthless evil spirit, causing a chilling feeling. These profound eyes carried its wildness and danger, fixed on its prey, as if it had already decided to tear the victim to shreds.

The mouth of the Black Tiger was wide and exceptionally menacing. As it showcased its two rows of sharp canines, it seemed as if a horde of evil spirits was roaring, releasing an aura of death. The terrifying killing intent permeated around it, giving one the feeling of being in hell, with no place to escape.

When the Black Tiger moved, its tail swung like a black whip, each swipe releasing powerful force. Its large body was extremely intimidating, standing proudly in the midst of the jungle like a ruler, deterring other beasts from approaching easily. The great aura it exuded made everything around it fearfully succumb under its feet.

The Black Tiger was a large and muscular beast. It was covered in a layer of black fur that was shiny and thick, resembling black waves, giving off a sense of steadiness and mighty presence. Each piece of the tiger’s fur seemed to exude infinite strength, like cold, black steel.

The teeth of the Black Tiger were incredibly sharp, like fine swords. They stood silently within its mouth, protruding between its upper and lower jaws, symbolizing its endless ferocity and intimidating power. These sharp teeth flashed with a chilling light, creating a striking contrast against its dark black fur.

The muscular front legs of the Black Tiger seemed as though they were built from heavy black iron. The smooth curves of its muscles depicted its strength, reflecting its extraordinary explosive power. Its tiger claws were vehemently sharp, displaying a ghastly white color like a set of sharp blades, capable of tearing apart anything in its path with a single swipe.

The eyes of the Black Tiger were deep and cunning, akin to two pieces of coal burning with hatred. Its gaze was extremely sharp, seemingly capable of seeing through everything. Its eyes exuded a brutal and ruthless evil spirit, causing a chilling feeling. These profound eyes carried its wildness and danger, fixed on its prey, as if it had already decided to tear the victim to shreds.

The mouth of the Black Tiger was wide and exceptionally menacing. As it showcased its two rows of sharp canines, it seemed as if a horde of evil spirits was roaring, releasing an aura of death. The terrifying killing intent permeated around it, giving one the feeling of being in hell, with no place to escape.

When the Black Tiger moved, its tail swung like a black whip, each swipe releasing powerful force. Its large body was extremely intimidating, standing proudly in the midst of the jungle like a ruler, deterring other beasts from approaching easily. The great aura it exuded made everything around it fearfully succumb under its feet.