I Was a Small Fish When I Reincarnated, but It Seems That I Can Become a Dragon, so I Will Do My Best - Extra Chapter 160
5-43. You Won’t Understand
Spreading its wings wide, it grabbed the wind and surged forward in one swift motion.
Gliding on the wind, it picked up speed and charged straight at Ouren.
“Oho!”
Ouren’s stance shifted.
He raised his arm into the Mist Stance, lowering the blade to his feet.
Just before the angel charged, he swiftly raised the blade, slashing horizontally.
But it was still out of range. The angel should’ve needed to get closer, but blades clashed with a high-pitched ring.
It was like he had blocked an invisible sword attack.
“Whoa! What the hell!”
“You noticed it!”
“Not really but… Damn!”
With a loud snap, he deflected the scythe and stepped in for a follow-up attack.
Fuuril didn’t run but faced him head-on, their blades clashing multiple times, leaving deep cuts in the ground.
Fuuril’s automatic skill, “Eight-Strike.”
It could launch eight attacks at once, but its accuracy varied. Still, it worked as a distraction, and if it hit, all the better, but he didn’t rely on it.
Ouren deflected every blow. He skillfully wielded his three-foot sword, evading and countering with fluid footwork.
Fuuril had to adjust his aim several times, his scythe missing twice, three times.
“Water Spear Voley!”
“Wind Fist!”
A torrent of water appeared, forming spears that flew at Fuuril, who knocked each one down with precise skill.
Ouren then unleashed “Reamed Water Spears,” “Heaven Split,” “Water Dragon,” “Flame Dragon,” and other high-power moves, but the invisible fists and swords made it tough, and Fuuril defended perfectly while clashing blades.
Fuuril swung with all his might, sending eight strikes at Ouren. Though they almost hit, Ouren deflected them and sent a “Water Dragon” from behind. The dragon was shattered by an invisible hit, and Ouren felt a chill run down his spine.
He instinctively swung Hakuryuzen in front, blocking an invisible sword.
He deployed “Water Spear Voley” around him for defense, attacking with “Water Dragon” and “Flame Dragon.”
He stepped in to join the attack, but Fuuril’s skill held, parrying everything.
The clash of skills and techniques went on, though it was less than a minute of combat. An intense battle.
They didn’t miss a beat, charging and clashing blades.
“Haa!”
“Hmph!”
Clang! Thud Thud Thud!
Their swords locked, and Ouren pushed Fuuril back, making him slide. But Fuuril quickly stopped, bracing and pushing back.
“You’re pretty good!”
“Humph…”
“First time fighting an angel, are the others as strong as you?”
“Few are my equal. Most are better suited for support.”
“So if I take you out, the rest will fall?”
“Don’t be cocky, Demon God. Skills aren’t to be underestimated.”
“Well, true.”
Ouren reached for the Shadow Serpent (Kage Orochi), now supporting White Dragon (Hakuryuzen) with one hand without budging.
Damn, Fuuril thought, and attacked with “Wind Sword,” but Ouren had read him.
A water spear created with “Water Spear Voley” fell from above, blocking the attack.
“Take this!”
“Damn…!”
Locked in close combat, they couldn’t swing their blades, but Fuuril managed to punch him in the gut with the hilt.
It landed perfectly, making Fuuril step back, clutching his stomach.
“Tch…!”
“Seems ‘Wave Fist’ doesn’t work if it goes through a weapon. ‘Defense Penetration’ still applies though.”
“…Hey, Demon God.”
“Yeah?”
“Who is that kid?”
Fuuril glanced at Amariaz.
Caught up in their fierce duel, he’d been pushed back, now prepping “Air Compression” again from a distance.
“Before I answer, mind answering something? What’s your goal? Why create pseudo-skills? Power up?”
“You know that much… Makes me want to end this quickly.”
“If you won’t answer, neither will I.”
“Even if I told you, you wouldn’t get it.”
Fuuril spread his wings, eyes on Amariaz. Seemed like he was changing targets. Ouren dashed in to stop him, but Fuuril didn’t move.
No, he couldn’t move.
“Hey Ouren, taking too long.”
“Aw, come on, Lize, stay out of it…”
Slash, slash, slash!
Lize attacked Fuuril’s white wings with hand strikes, breaking one wing completely. Fuuril’s eyes widened in shock, but he quickly glared at Lize. She’d already retreated.
Standing by Ouren, shaking her hand in pain, she cast “Great Heal,” soothing the pain.
“Ouch…”
“Shame… Hey, Lize, you’ve gotten stronger.”
“Obviously your jest! You slept for six years at that time, you think we wouldn’t improve?”
“Chough! My bad!”
Clearing his throat, Ouren looked at Fuuril. His wings had already healed.
“…You can heal too, huh.”
“Three against one, tough odds.”
Gripping his scythe, he readied himself, glancing between Ouren, Lize, and Amariaz, and sighed.
“But it’s not impossible.”