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Draig opened its massive maw, large enough to swallow mountains, and a crimson magic cannon that pierced the heavens and earth, combined with the abilities of "multiplication" and "penetration," instantly engulfed the figure of Shingu Makoto!
"Hey kid, you're not really going to die like this, are you? Hmm?"
The magic cannon's light faded, leaving the spot empty.
Just when Draig thought the battle was over, a shattered blue longsword phantom flashed past the spot where Shingu Makoto had been hit.
As if from the depths of the soul, a voice seemed to answer Drage's question.
"What? He produced a famous swordsman named Si Ming!"
Not far away, Makoto Jingu's figure appeared out of thin air, his cells were frantically reorganizing, and most of his injuries began to heal rapidly.
He saw the somewhat bewildered Draig and seized the fleeting opportunity.
A deliberate punch earns maximum favorability!
"Don't get distracted during the battle!"
"boom!!!"
This punch was powerful and heavy, as if it could pierce through the stars.
Jingu Makoto's figure struck the dragon's jaws like a cannonball.
The terrifying impact sent the mountain-like red dragon flying hundreds of meters, its head snapping back and its massive body blasted away!
The shockwave swept across the entire arena, cracking the bronze-cast ground inch by inch, but it was quickly restored to its original state by an invisible force.
"Hahaha! Funny! I underestimated you! Let's go again!"
Despite the injury, Draeg revealed an even more ecstatic smile, genuinely enjoying it all.
It was an incurable battle maniac; otherwise, it wouldn't have messed around in the middle of the battlefield where the three forces of angels, demons, and fallen angels clashed, together with the White Dragon Emperor Albien, and ultimately both perished.
"Roar--!"
A dragon and a human, two figures, crisscrossed back and forth in the huge arena, moving so fast that only two afterimages, one red and one black, could be seen, almost completely covering the entire sky!
Attacks powerful enough to engulf the entire space were launched time and time again, gradually turning the duel into a scene resembling the reappearance of a myth!
Draig's dragon claws tore through Jingu Makoto's body, spraying large amounts of blood.
But the next second, thanks to his immortality, Makoto Jingu's injuries were instantly healed.
Ouch!
Feeling the excruciating, tearing pain emanating from the depths of his soul, Makoto Jingu grinned, his face contorted in a grimace, yet his eyes shone even brighter.
Once again, he rushed forward frantically.
What doesn't kill me only makes me stronger.
This is his true purpose.
Relying on his immortality, he honed his martial skills through Draig's intervention, squeezing out all his potential.
Makoto Jingu could clearly feel that a new and stronger power was slowly being born within his body, catalyzed by pain and battle.
"An immortal being, huh? No wonder you wanted to seal my flames... But, can you really endure the pain of death forever?"
As Draig gazed at his fearless opponent, a feeling of "respect" appeared in his eyes for the first time.
What a shame.
It thought to itself.
If they teamed up as partners, they would definitely become the strongest Crimson Dragon Emperor duo in history.
"I told you, don't get distracted during the fight!"
Jingu Makoto's roar interrupted Draig's thoughts.
He threw his fist once again.
This time, however, the Crimson Dragon Emperor sensed something completely different.
This punch was different from the deliberate blasting punch, the strong hand skull-cracking punch, the whale-killing overlord punch, and so on that he had encountered before, but it contained the shadow of all those punches.
This kid has changed?!
Drag felt inexplicably disappointed.
It lost its physical body, its soul was sealed in a divine artifact, and it was also cursed, making it unable to unleash its full power.
I really want to have a good, satisfying fight with him when I'm at my best.
"Roar--!"
Draig roared, abandoning all superfluous techniques and pouring all the remaining power in his body into his dragon form, unleashing a primal charge to meet the attack head-on!
"Want my power, kid? Then take it with your fists!!"
A terrifying light engulfed everything, and even this stable alternate dimension began to tremble violently, showing faint signs of breaking.
After a long while, the light faded.
Two figures stood silently in the center of the arena, facing each other.
The battle is over.
The Crimson Dragon Emperor Draig had transformed into human form at some point; he was a young man with long crimson hair and domineering, unruly eyes.
He looked at Makoto Jingu and spoke slowly.
"What was the name of that punch?"
Jingu Makoto pondered for a moment, then grinned.
"Let's call it Dragon Slayer Fist."
"Slaying dragons..." Draig clicked his tongue in annoyance, but then smiled with relief.
He looked at Jingu Makoto and solemnly said, "Boy, you've won. From now on, you are the last and strongest Crimson Dragon Emperor."
His figure began to become transparent.
"Remember, if you ever run into that white guy again, you absolutely have to beat him."
"After all, you are the man who defeated me. If you lose, I will be too embarrassed."
Chapter 143 Rabbit Bear
Jingu Makoto's figure reappeared in the quiet room, and an invisible pressure began to spread from his body.
This is the dragon aura emanating from his body after he absorbed Draig's power.
It unconsciously oppresses the surrounding life forms.
However, Makoto Jingu quickly regained control of the overflowing energy.
This inexplicable pressure came and went quickly; the people of Amitabha Plain only felt their bodies stiffen for a moment, and then nothing more happened.
Only a handful of people noticed that something was amiss.
Inside an unassuming, quiet gift shop, a short, wrinkled old woman was kneeling on a peculiar counter.
Her name is Noy, the former president of the Amida Magicians Association, and also the true strongest person in this city.
Noi slowly opened his cloudy eyes, a sharp glint flashing within them that was completely at odds with his aged appearance.
"This aura... is it the Dragon King?"
Makoto Jingu was unaware that he was being targeted by a powerful figure; at that moment, he was taking stock of his gains.
If I had to pick the most important thing, that would be this.
[Power: Strength]
Power is the ability to elevate one's own capabilities into a concept after one has fully mastered them.
If we had to make an analogy, this thing would be a bit like the ultimate state of magnetic field madness.
Those who possess power can almost easily crush opponents who do not.
Secondly, there are the many abilities derived from Draig.
Multiplication, penetration... these basic abilities go without saying, but what Jingu Makoto truly values is the ultimate flame that can burn everything—the Flame of Yicheng.
In the original work, only a handful of people could withstand it, including the Infinite Dragon God Orpheus, the White Dragon Emperor, and the Great Red.
This is also why Makoto Jingu banned it from the beginning; it is a natural enemy for those who are immortal or have super-fast regeneration.
Finally, there is the explosive growth of its own hard power.
Jingu Makoto's current magnetic field strength is around 30. He estimates that once he has fully absorbed Draig's power, it should reach 50, no, it should be even higher.
In addition, with the blessing of power...
"Unless this world has been stitched together with some outrageous thing that I don't know about, I, with my ability to destroy a star, should be considered one of the top people in the world."
Jingu Makoto smiled confidently, then stepped out of the meditation room.
The maid waiting outside bowed respectfully upon seeing him and informed the Queen that she was dealing with matters concerning the Red Sky Tower.
Jingu Makoto nodded, not wanting to disturb him, but simply asked a maid to tell him that he would come back in a couple of days.
He then left Hongtianlou and headed towards the hotel.
He had already stood Shizuru Kosaka up last night, so he couldn't do it again today. Besides, he had something to discuss with her.
……
On the other side of Amitabha Plain.
Kamimura Maika walked out of a clothing store in high spirits, already dressed in a brand new outfit.
The bright red hooded sweatshirt paired with skinny jeans made her look cool and stylish.
"Hehehe, this place seems quite interesting..."
Carrying her newly acquired bags, she looked at the shops on the street, her bright eyes almost shining.
However, this is, after all, a chaotic city where humans and demons coexist.
Soon, several young men with brightly colored hair, whose genders were indistinguishable as humans or demons, emerged from the dark alleyway, their faces bearing malicious smiles.
"Hey little sister, having fun shopping all by yourself?"
"How about going to do something even more fun with the brothers? I guarantee you'll experience unprecedented joy!"
As the leader of the green-haired thugs spoke, he winked at his companions, and the group immediately formed a fan shape to surround and block Kamimura Maika's path.
"You actually dare to lay a hand on me?" Kamimura Maika laughed, her smile full of contempt and disdain. "Are you bunch of idiots tired of living?"
The girl's vulgar words froze the smiles on the faces of the thugs, and they realized something was wrong.
The next second, they saw Kamimura Maika pull out a huge metal cylinder from nowhere, completely disproportionate to her petite figure.
Bazooka of the Underworld – A weapon specially made to suppress one's overly powerful Fire Release ninjutsu.
Known as the "Exploding Flame" Anti-Demon Ninja, she is no weak woman.
The girl skillfully aimed the huge cannon at the dumbfounded thugs.
"Ora ora ora—fly them all to the sky!"
"boom!!!"
With the girl's excited shouts, the raging flames mixed with the shockwave of the explosion blasted the thugs into nothingness.
Then, she casually put the weapon away and continued shopping as if nothing had happened.
Those observing from the shadows, such as slave traders, also abandoned their dark thoughts.
We can't afford to mess with them; if we go up there, we'll get a beating. Who can stand that?
With no obstacles along the way, Kamimura Maika strolled around and eventually arrived at the central town of Amidahara.
Compared to the chaos on the outskirts, the presence of various factions here has created a peculiar order and harmony.
Just around the corner, this red-haired hottie, in a great mood, unexpectedly bumped into a familiar yet unfamiliar figure.
Makoto Jingu.
For a moment, Kamimura Maika's mind went blank, and then a wave of panic washed over her.