Chapter 479

Chapter 479: The Dragon Flames Reveal Their Might

Having heard Midi’s words, Dakhni knew there was no room left for negotiation.

Not only that—Midi’s presence would likely harden Risen and the others’ resolve.

After all, Dakhni knew exactly who had crafted that Calming Potion.

If fighting was unavoidable, she’d cripple Midi from the start!

In the Shaded Realm, especially within the Crystal Dragon Fortress, family ties and political factions meant little. Only raw power mattered.

Midi wasn’t powerless, but in Dakhni’s eyes, his battle strength remained pitiful. The Death Scorpion clan must’ve made this human a core disciple solely for his alchemy skills.

How could a Level 64 weakling like him challenge her?

Decision made, Dakhni lunged without hesitation.

While Lizardman and Dragonkin fighters relied on brute strength, Dakhni—a rare dark elf Fighter—excelled in speed.

Her Dragon bloodline allowed her to outpace bullets and Magic Missiles, moving faster than eyes could track. Even mid-sprint, she could pivot instantly to deliver lethal blows.

Teleportation skills like Ghost Cry’s Demon Shadow Flash faltered against her overwhelming velocity.

Air currents exploded around her as she became a blur.

Fighter skill: God of War Step!

“Damn it!” Risen’s face tightened. As a Fire Lizard Tribe warrior, he recognized the Flame Serpent Chief’s intent.

Midi’s greatsword gave him reach in melee combat. By using God of War Step, Dakhni aimed to slip inside his weapon’s dead zone.

Once she closed the distance, Midi would be helpless.

Against speed-focused Fighters, the counter was a storm-like barrage to keep them at bay—just as ranged practitioners avoided melee fighters. But how could Midi, wielding a slow greatsword at Level 64, maintain such pressure?

Midi would die!

Risen and his allies tried to intervene, but four Flame Serpent fighters instantly blocked their path.

“No time for regrets, human.” Dakhni smirked, poised to strike. “I’ll crush your heart now.”

Yet as she leapt forward, her Dragon bloodline suddenly stuttered—as if seized by an invisible force.

Then came scorching pressure, overwhelming and primal.

To counter Dakhni’s assault, Midi did one simple thing:

He unleashed the Black Iron Dragon Flame.

Metallic-black fire erupted from his body, shrouding the sky like a devouring Behemoth’s maw.

Midi’s thoughts shifted, and the Dragon Flames condensed into an immense sword light, sweeping straight toward Dakhni.

Even before the Black Iron Dragon Flame struck her, the crushing, tangible aura forced the Level 65 master Fighter’s expression to twist.

She desperately halted her charge and stumbled backward. At the same moment, the plain-looking ancient necklace around her neck hummed to life, bursting into radiant light.

But the glow lasted only a heartbeat before being swallowed whole by the surging Black Flames.

Dakhni, struck by the Dragon Flames, hurtled backward like a severed kite.

Yet it wasn’t over.

Midi stepped forward.

A single step—and he materialized before the airborne Dakhni. His Horn King Greatsword, blazing with Black Flames and scorching heat, slammed down like a mountain.

Dakhni, powerless to resist, could only stare as the blade fell.

At the last moment, her necklace flared again, barely intercepting Midi’s strike.

The light deflected the Black Iron Dragon Flame, but the necklace shattered instantly.

The shockwave alone crushed Dakhni’s bones. She shot backward like a kicked ball, smashing through a dozen crystal trees before skidding to a stop.

Midi took another step.

He reappeared beside Dakhni, now sprawled limp like a torn rag.

The black-flame-wreathed greatsword rose high, then plunged down.

The strike gouged a deep scorch into the crystal ground—but failed to kill Dakhni.

Before the blade connected, the critically injured woman vanished, whisked from the Crystal Dragon Fortress by a colossal, mysterious force.

This was dimensional teleportation, far surpassing ordinary magic.

Only chief core disciples of Mososbury City’s major families received such safeguards, escaping death through dimensional retreat.

They were pillars of their clans, linchpins of future power.

Moreover, such elites inevitably amassed treasures within the fortress. Letting them die would forfeit those gains. Dimensional teleportation preserved both life and loot, merely ejecting them early.

Coupled with the necklace that blocked two of Midi’s attacks, Dakhni clearly possessed extraordinary assets.

This defined the gap between a Level 65 chief core disciple and ordinary fighters.

Killing one would bring immense riches—yet Midi felt no regret over her escape.

He was satisfied.

This marked his first use of both Black Iron Dragon Flame and Heavenly Dragon Strike.

To cripple a Level 65 master through her defenses proved the techniques’ overwhelming might.

The True Dragon Heritage truly eclipsed the Inheritance of the Sea Emperor.

Before entering the fortress, Midi had barely reached Level 63 via potions, ranking last among fifty fighters.

He could handle Level 64 small-family fighters using his mind-related abilities.

But against Level 65 core disciples, his odds plummeted.

Though potent, his psychic trump card risked exposure. Prepared foes might counter with anti-psychic talismans.

Chiefs like Simon or Dakhni had endless aces, further reducing his chances.

Yet in a week, Midi had surged to Level 64 and crushed a chief core disciple.

Naturally, he was pleased.

But he remained grounded.

Dakhni’s defeat stemmed from arrogance. Relying on her God of War Step’s speed, she’d charged headlong into his blade’s path.

Against a cautious Level 65 peak expert, one strike wouldn’t suffice.

Yet Midi knew he’d hold the advantage regardless. Even against Death Scorpion’s Simon, his victory odds exceeded 80%.

The True Dragon Heritage had propelled him into the elite’s uppermost tier.

“Dakhni’s gone. You’re next.” Midi turned, his gaze piercing the four remaining Flame Serpent fighters.

His tone was calm, devoid of threat.

To them, it echoed like the world’s coldest wind.