Chapter 2648 - Beating Up the Sacred
Bear
Translated by Xephiz
Edited by Aelryinth "I'm afraid you have underestimated my strength. There's nothing in this world that my Golden Bear Claws can't tear apart…" Yangel scoffed while staring at Mo Fan's Armor.
However, he was stunned when he saw Mo Fan was perfectly fine. Mo Fan's Armor had not broken and have blood pouring out like he had expected. There was not even a single scratch on it!
It was still lustrous and metallic, like it had just been taken out of a forge!
Yangel tried hard to recall whether this young man had nullified his attack with some kind of magic, but he clearly remembered he had landed the attack and left the Claw Mark on his chest.
How did it not have any effect at all?
Yangel's eyes were protruding like a goldfish. He was trying to find the tiniest scratch on Mo Fan's Armor. He felt like he had lost his pride!
"What kind of Armor is that!?" Yangel snarled after giving up on looking for a scratch.
Mo Fan did not bother answering the question. Either way, Yangel would soon feel the pressure from the Black Dragon Armor!
Mo Fan stomped the ground and sprang forward like a serpent flying out of the water, charging at Yangel fiercely. His speed was comparable to a Wind Mage, even though he was not using any magic! Mo Fan clenched his fists. The Black Dragon Sleeves absorbed the air around them and gathered the energy in Mo Fan's fists.
The Sleeves were imbued with Dragon Wind. As Mo Fan threw a punch forward, fierce gusts of wind burst forth and sent the Golden Sacred Bear spinning
Yangel was using his golden flames as a shield. His defense could break the bones of a Ruler-level creature that collided with him, but the Dragon Fists were even stronger than a Ruler-level creature. The Golden Flames Shield struggled hard to absorb the impact. Yangel was smashed to the ground, surrounded by debris. It looked like a huge dragon had just flown past him.
His muscles were aching badly. His legs were trembling as he climbed back to his feet.
The golden flames in the shape of a Sacred Bear were no longer intact. Yangel clenched his teeth to unleash more power from his Sacred Bear Lineage to restore their appearance. Was the enemy's Armor just for looks? Yangel no longer thought so. He was a little scared to face Mo Fan after being injured. He had underestimated his enemy. Old Santel was right. He was a strong opponent! "It's a dragon, I can't think of other creatures that can match my Sacred Bear!" Yangel shouted confidently.
"Well done," Mo Fan smiled.
However, it was not just any dragon. It was a Black Dragon, the species with the purest lineage among the dragons! The Red Dragons, Green Dragons, Flying Dragons, and Crimson Dragons were no match for the Black Dragons. Yangel would only stand a chance if he could transform into a Golden Dragon. A petty bear was nowhere enough!
"Dragon Bones Trample!"
Mo Fan jumped into the air and hovered above Yangel. Mo Fan was around a hundred meters above the ground, but his Armor was projecting the shadow of a huge dragon down on the ground. Yangel was under great pressure, as if a real dragon was hovering above him!
BANG!
The impact razed every building in the vicinity to the ground. It was like a real dragon had slammed into the ground, cutting off rivers and destroying woods on the mountainside. Yangel could not move, as his body was forced deep into the ground. It felt like his organs were smashed into pieces and his bones were shattered when he reached the bottom of the hole.
He would have ended up as mincemeat if it weren't for the Golden Sacred Bear's defense. Such an extraordinary power meant a half-beast like Yangel was no longer considered a normal Mage.
Normal Mages in northern Europe were like mere mosquitoes he could smack to death with a casual swing of his arm. Even those with impressive cultivation could not withstand a single blow from him.
However, Yangel now realized there was someone in the East whose physical strength was more impressive than the Northern Sacred Bears. Every move Mo Fan made was deadly enough to kill Yangel!
Yangel could not leave a single scratch on the enemy's Armor. Meanwhile, every hit he took was close to breaking his bones!
How was he supposed to fight this enemy?
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Mo Fan jumped into the hole. He was planning to give Yangel a final blow.
As a matter of fact, the Black Dragon Set had exceeded Mo Fan's expectations. After all, he had yet to use a single spell. It felt like he was possessed by a real dragon. He could destroy hills with just his punches and kicks.
A golden flame was swaying in the cracks. Mo Fan closed in on it, turning his hands into claws. The Black Dragon Boots also transformed rapidly, allowing Mo Fan to move around like he was floating. "Did he run away?" Mo Fan realized the flame was not Yangel after taking a close look. He had left the bear's flaming image behind and run away.
"It turns out the Northern Sacred Bears are the real cowards. I could never master the skill of digging holes and running away!" Mo Fan chuckled when he saw a hole nearby.
Mo Fan was not going to chase after him. Yangel was obviously going back to the top of the mountain to regroup with his men.
Mo Fan just had to go to the top, too!
vicinity. He blushed angrily when he heard Mo Fan's words.
The fiercest organization in northern Europe was being called cowards, yet Yangel could not find any words to refute him.
"I'll show you the true strength of the Northern Sacred Bears if you dare come up here!" Yangel yelled down.
"You know my magic Equipment isn't going to last. You already admitted defeat when you tried to drag on the fight!" Mo Fan retorted with a laugh.
"It proves your tricks are incomparable to my Sacred Bear Blood. Besides, the Sacred Bear Brothers have always fought side-by-side!" Yangel yelled back.
