Ex rank talent Awakening: 100\% Dodge rate-Chapter 146 - : ULTIMATE SWORD VS SHIELD

Greg crashed to the ground once more, the earth trembling beneath his massive draconic form. Trees splintered, debris scattered, and a deep crater formed where his body landed, his scales shimmering faintly beneath the dust.

"Oi, Greg," Kyle's voice echoed above the chaos, playful and mocking, "let's play a game of truth. You tell me your talent, and I'll tell you mine. That should make it easier, right?"

But this time, Greg was ready.

He opened his jaws, a low growl rumbling deep in his throat, and spewed a ferocious stream of dragon fire. The flames lit up the sky, their heat warping the air around them.

Kyle barely managed to evade the inferno, opening a swirling vortex at the last second, slipping through just as the fire roared past.

Greg took the chance to rise from the rubble, his massive wings lifting him off the ground. The effort strained his body, but his determination burned hotter than the flames he conjured.

Sure, his dragon form made him a bigger target—easier to hit, slower to dodge. A poor tactical decision to some. But it had its perks. His thick scales absorbed a majority of Kyle's attacks, dulling the blows that would've otherwise crippled him. More importantly, the dragon form enhanced his connection to the ancient language—the dragon's tongue—amplifying his spellcasting beyond mortal limits.

"Duplicate. Dragon armor. Increase strength. Increase speed. Increase defense!" Greg roared.

The air trembled with magical energy as two identical dragons emerged beside him, shimmering with power. With a mighty beat of their wings, the three dragons soared forward.

This time, they didn't breathe fire. Instead, a massive surge of water erupted from their mouths—a tidal wave crashing forward like an angry sea god's wrath.

Caught by surprise, Kyle was swallowed by the surge. The crushing pressure of the water threatened to shatter bones and burst lungs. If not for Greg's earlier defensive buff, Kyle might have perished then and there.

Struggling through the torrent, Kyle finally broke the surface—but the moment he emerged, three dragons met him with fire.

He dove back into the depths, narrowly avoiding the inferno. The heat from the flames turned the water's surface to steam, cloaking the battlefield in a foggy haze.

Undeterred, Kyle rocketed back into the sky, soaring above the mist, facing the trio of dragons once more.

"Give me a break, Greg. You don't have to take this so seriously!" he called out, laughter in his voice. "Wanna guess the ancient power I got? I'll give you a hint—it's the sin of wrath."

Greg said nothing. He didn't care. His body ached, his limbs trembled from the strain of spell after spell, but his resolve remained unshaken.

"No response? That's new. You used to talk so much more," Kyle grinned. His red eyes darkened, his aura twisting into something malevolent and primal. His body began to change—bulging muscles, grotesque power, his face warping into that of a demon driven by madness.

Then he roared—and vanished.

Before Greg could react, Kyle grabbed one of the dragon clones by the tail and slammed it into the earth like a ragdoll. Over and over, he smashed the dragon down, until its form flickered and vanished into mist.

The remaining two dragons lunged at him, claws slashing through the air—but Kyle raised the broken dragon like a shield. Their claws sliced into their ally, tearing it apart before it too vanished.

Kyle didn't pause.

In a blur, he soared toward the final clone, piercing through its neck and snapping its reverse scale. He burst out the other side like a cannonball, leaving a gaping hole behind as the dragon disintegrated.

Now only Greg remained.

Kyle hovered mid-air, breathing heavily, a grotesque grin on his face. "Just you and me again, huh?"

Greg's brows furrowed. Something was wrong. He couldn't understand it—why did Kyle keep overpowering him? Every move he made, Kyle had an answer for. Every tactic, a counter. It was like fighting fate itself.

"My talent is 100% absolute dodge rate," Greg finally growled, voice low and heavy. "What's yours?"

Kyle's eyes gleamed. "So you finally decided to play along. Mine? 100% absolute hit rate. The perfect counter, don't you think?"

Greg's blood ran cold.

"I always wondered why nothing touched you," Kyle continued, slowly drifting closer. "But now? It all makes sense. Let me ask you, Greg—the ultimate shield or the ultimate sword. Which is stronger?"

He didn't wait for an answer.

Kyle vanished again—then appeared in front of Greg, fist drawn back. Greg could barely react before the blow connected, sending him crashing to the ground with another deafening boom.

Greg coughed blood. His body was battered, his spirit waning.

"Shield!" he roared, invoking the dragon's tongue just in time.

A magical barrier formed—only to be shattered instantly by Kyle's next punch.

"Your annoying shield again," Kyle sneered. "Let's see how long you can keep that up."

Another punch—another shield.

Another spell—another shatter.

Again. Again. A rhythm of desperation.

Greg was nearing his limit.

"Gravity push!" he yelled, changing his strategy.

A massive force exploded outward, launching Kyle backward, far from Greg. He tried to correct himself mid-air, but the force was too great. He smashed through a tree, leaving a path of destruction in his wake.

Greg slumped to the ground, breathing hard. The continuous use of the dragon's tongue had nearly broken him.

"You'll never beat me," Kyle called from the distance, standing amidst the ruins of what was once his family's villa. "You never could."

Greg stared at him, blood trickling from his lips. He'd heard those words all his life—words that followed him from death to rebirth.

But this time, he smiled.

"You know, Kyle… I should thank you—both the past and present you. You always had the same flaw."

Kyle tilted his head, frowning. "What are you—"

"Arrogance and pride," Greg finished. "Destroy."

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He spat more blood—but he didn't care. He glared at Kyle like a starving wolf.

Kyle looked down at his wrist.

The bracelet—the artifact granted by the demon god—began to crack. Then it crumbled into dust.

"GRREEEEEGGGG!!!" Kyle roared, his scream echoing across the battlefield, shaking the sky with fury and disbelief.