"Run!!"
"The mountain is about to collapse!!"
This terrifying sight frightened the dwarves and mercenaries of the dragon hunting team half to death.
The crowd panicked and scrambled backward, terrified of being buried alive by the collapsing mountain.
Geralt clenched his fists, his cat-like pupils fixed on the dusty impact point.
He muttered quietly, an unconscious nervousness in his voice: "Karl... don't be reckless..."
Yennefer also held her breath, her violet eyes complex.
There was shock at the golden dragon's power, a slight worry about Karl's fate, and... an imperceptible desire for that strength.
The smoke and dust slowly dispersed in the valley wind, revealing first a shocking humanoid depression in the cliff wall, surrounded by web-like cracks.
Immediately after, under the eyes of horror, expectation, or disbelief from everyone,
Karl's figure slowly "floated" out of the pit.
He hovered in front of the pit, carefully moving his neck and arms, making a few slight crack sounds.
Apart from his clothes being stained with dust and a bit disheveled, he looked intact, without the slightest scratch.
He brushed off the dust and looked at Borch, who was also watching his position in the air.
Instead of fear, a flicker of excitement appeared in his eyes, the flames of war burning even brighter.
"It seems your strength hasn't disappointed me at all." Karl's voice sounded, clearly echoing through the valley.
Immediately, his figure moved again, changing to a direct trajectory, and soared back into the sky, facing Borch from a distance.
After that powerful strike just now, Karl had already clearly assessed Borch's level of strength in his heart.
Very strong, very strong, enough to pose a threat to him and even cause intense pain.
But the pain wasn't severe enough to injure him badly.
"It seems... the fighting style probably leans more towards direct confrontation." Karl instantly made a decision in his heart.
As soon as Borch saw that he was unharmed, he breathed a sigh of relief and secretly marveled that Arn Vati's physical strength had far exceeded his expectations.
And at that moment, as he was slightly stunned, Karl's figure was already close.
It was still a simple and straightforward, but lightning-fast punch, aimed at his majestic dragon face.
So fast! Borch's heart rang a major alarm, and he had no time to fully dodge or counterattack.
Almost instinctively, one of his front claws trembled violently, and magic instantly flared within his body.
A semi-transparent shield, shimmering with a pale golden light and covered with mysterious, complex magical patterns, instantly appeared on his surface.
Especially on the face targeted by the fist, the light was most condensed.
BANG!! Karl's fist heavily struck the pale golden magical shield.
With a loud noise, the shield's surface, at the center of the fist's impact, instantly spread with numerous small cracks.
The shield emitted a loud CRACK! Its light flickered violently!
A flicker of surprise appeared in Borch's dragon eyes; his magical shield was extremely defensive.
It could withstand continuous fire from large siege crossbows, but he hadn't expected the opponent to almost shatter it with a single punch.
He immediately mobilized his magic, trying to repair and strengthen the shield.
However, Karl's attack was like a storm, giving him no respite. Almost the moment the force of the last punch hadn't fully dissipated,
Karl's other fist, with even greater force, struck the same spot again!
CRACK! ROAR!! The pale golden magical shield could no longer withstand this superimposed terrifying force and shattered like glass, turning into specks of light floating across the sky.
Borch's massive head was knocked back by this force, his eyes full of shock: "Your strength... was still hidden?!"
He had thought that the punch that had just knocked out his teeth was the opponent's full strength.
Unexpectedly, in a direct clash, the opponent's power could be increased again.
Karl smiled, showing his white teeth, and gave Borch a warlike smile—an answer to his surprised question.
But his figure didn't stop for a moment, continuing to close in, his fists raining down on Borch's head, neck, and other parts like raindrops.
Borch's eyes flashed with a stern light; he could no longer be passively beaten, and his pupils suddenly lit up with a strange light.
Karl, about to deliver the next blow, suddenly felt his body drop, as if instantly caught in an invisible but extremely sticky glue.
The air around him became extremely sluggish, and resistance surged from all sides, severely limiting his speed and movement.
"Telekinesis? Or some kind of high-level atmospheric binding spell?" Thoughts raced through Karl's mind, deciding it wasn't simple physical force.
But his method of dealing with it was even simpler and cruder; his invisible bio-field was an extension of his body.
BOOM! With a slight movement of his mind, the force of his bio-field was instantly adjusted and erupted.
An invisible ripple spread around Karl.
The viscous energy field trying to bind him was neutralized and dispersed by a stronger force, and his movement returned to its fluidity.
At that moment, his fist, ready to fire, was finally printed on Borch's face, which had been slightly delayed due to spellcasting.
BANG! ROAR!! Another muffled, pained dragon roar sounded.
Several more bloody teeth involuntarily flew from Borch's mouth, tracing an arc in the air.
Having been punched in the face several times in a row, over a dozen teeth had been knocked out.
No matter Borch's character, by now he was completely furious. Where was the majesty of the dragon clan?!
If he didn't use his full strength, not only would he lose more teeth, but his face would be flattened.
He sharply tilted his head, dodging Karl's blow, and his golden pupils shone even brighter with anger.
He looked at Karl—an intangible, invisible force, but one that acted directly on a spiritual level.
His mind could be like a surging dark wave, crashing into Karl's brain.
Karl's forward momentum suddenly paused, his eyes dazed for a moment, his fist freezing in the air.
"It worked!" Borch's heart stirred, and he seized this fleeting opportunity; his giant claws, ignited by anger, lashed out without hesitation.
Above the tips of his claws, pale golden lightning, filled with destructive energy, crackled and leaped, aiming for Karl, who was in a dazed state.
He thought that this claw, brimming with his anger and full power, along with the lightning, would at least inflict serious damage on Karl and possibly even end the fight.
However, just as the claws, wreathed in pale golden lightning, were about to strike Karl,
Karl's eyes, which had seemed dazed, instantly regained their clarity, as if they had never been affected.