His pupils constricted, and Igneel instinctively felt danger. Without hesitation, he raised his head, opened his mouth, and let out a Fire Dragon's Roar.
Artoria's charge halted. After the dragon flames passed, Kayal's defense was flawless. Artoria let out a small sigh of relief, then lunged forward, charging to his front and bringing her sword down with a mighty chop directly at his head.
It was an incredibly majestic strike, but Red Dragon Igneel had lived for who knows how many years. He was a battle-hardened dragon with incredibly rich combat experience, so how could he panic?
He simply lowered his head slightly, as if instinctively using his hand to block, and his dragon horn met the Sword of Victory.
Buzz, buzz, buzz... Artoria had used too much force. With just that one strike, she was violently pushed back. The entire sword buzzed, and even Artoria's arm felt numb.
Kayal was truly like Artoria's warm comforter. As soon as she retreated, a beam of healing light fell upon her, instantly alleviating her pain.
With no worries about her back, Artoria became even more courageous, letting out another shout and charging forward.
Igneel was also quite wary of her. Just looking at the golden, gleaming longsword, he knew it was no ordinary item. He should also be grateful that Kayal's mastery of Light Magic consisted entirely of healing spells; otherwise, even he would find it quite challenging to face a mage of Kayal's caliber. Add to that Artoria lurking menacingly nearby, and the Knights swarming around him like flies.
He was furious!
Red Dragon Igneel roared, and dragon flames spewed forth from all directions.
Everyone was greatly alarmed.
They hadn't expected him to have such a move! Then came a wave of despair. No matter how powerful the Sage was, protecting just a few people around him would be the limit, right?
Even Red Dragon Igneel thought the same. Putting himself in their shoes, he had fought many mages, and this was almost certainly the limit, right?
Are we going to die here?
The Knights suddenly felt a sense of profound realization, as if their life's memories were flashing before their eyes.
After the red flames swept through, everyone just stared blankly at the light shield in front of them, suddenly feeling a heartfelt admiration for Kayal.
Red Dragon Igneel looked at the undamaged group and suddenly felt a pang of regret. If he had listened to what they said earlier, he wouldn't be in such a predicament now.
Even if he wanted to make peace, the pride of the Dragon Race would never allow him to do so before victory.
That's why they say feudalism kills people!
Kayal shouted, "What are you waiting for! Kill!"
Kayal's magic power had already depleted by a tenth in a short amount of time, and the battle had just begun!
Both he and Red Dragon Igneel clearly understood that the outcome of this battle wasn't about when they could break their defense, or when they could severely injure him, but rather which of Kayal and Igneel would be the first to give out!
Whoever gives out first will be utterly annihilated!
The victor shall be crowned king!
Don't let Kayal's confidence fool you; he was also feeling uneasy and anxious. Dragons, creatures that only appeared in mythical ages, were now before him. Not to mention their defense, the sheer absolute dominance they displayed was already top-tier.
Among the magical beasts he had seen, if it were a ground melee, perhaps that large gorilla could fight to a draw, but if this dragon were to truly fly up and unleash a barrage of dragon's breath, even several gorillas wouldn't be enough to fight him!
Now they were in just such a situation. Did they have any chance of survival once the giant dragon gained air superiority?
Kayal, of course, knew the answer in his heart.
He was already quickly pondering how to kill the giant dragon.
This giant dragon was no different from the dragons in Western mythology: strong limbs, huge wings, bat-like wings, sharp dragon horns like spears, and a mouth that could spew fire breath... In other words, if they were truly the same, then the so-called weakest point, the reverse scale, was also very possible!
"Lily! There's a half-scale on his chin that's different! That's his weak point!" Kayal's words caused Igneel's expression to change dramatically.
It was already surprising enough that there was magic on this unfamiliar continent, but for someone to know the secret of the Dragon Race, which had never been mentioned in history, was even more astonishing, especially when this secret had been almost forgotten by all dragons...
Igneel was indeed an old fire dragon. With his rich experience, he immediately lowered his head and lay on the ground, adopting the ancient posture of facing a powerful enemy against Artoria, and his struggles became even more violent.
Kayal immediately felt a bad premonition. The violent struggle caused his magic power to be consumed rapidly, starting to deplete by percentages in just a few seconds.
This cannot continue!
Kayal understood in his heart, and he immediately began to direct the Knights.
"Morton, Hert, Didi, grab his tail! If you can't fix it in place, then drag it! A few more people go help them!"
"Bala, Rost, Dilkat, secure his left leg! If you can't secure it or lift it, then stab into the gaps between his claws; there won't be scales there." Kayal commanded loudly.
He wasn't afraid of Igneel hearing this; this was already an open scheme. The two sides were locked in a fight to the death, with no possibility of negotiation, so naturally, they would do whatever was easiest to win.
Artoria also abandoned any notion of knightly spirit. Knightly spirit depended on the person. If you were facing a knight of similar skill, riding horses and clashing in a duel, that was elegant.
But if you were facing a burly man who could casually crush you, and you were only five or six years old, that wasn't knightly spirit; that was a massacre, not a duel!
This was exactly that situation!
The other fifty-odd Knights, realizing that their weapons were utterly incapable of breaching the opponent's defense, simply used their strength to desperately grip the struggling Red Dragon Igneel.
With Kayal's Light Bind in front and the Knights of the Round Table fighting with their lives behind him, Red Dragon Igneel was firmly pinned in place, unable to move an inch.
"Ha!" As the others exerted their strength, Artoria was not idle. She let out a loud shout and brought her golden longsword down directly onto the neck of Igneel, who had his head lowered.
This sword strike was truly extraordinary, directly tearing open a large gash on Igneel's neck. Dragon blood and scales flew everywhere, a truly gruesome sight. Kayal guessed that this strike probably severed an artery.
Ultimately, he was still a beast. Igneel's golden pupils had completely narrowed into vertical slits; he was about to fight to the death.
But in this situation, such a move was tantamount to exposing his weakness to the enemy.
As Igneel looked up and roared, Artoria was overjoyed to see the half-scale on his chin, two people tall, with fiery red spots, as if it had been burning all along.
Without hesitation, Artoria leaped like a grasshopper and plunged her golden longsword into the fiery half-scale beneath Igneel's neck...