"Break free so quickly? How is this possible?!" Borch's heart was shocked.
His psychic assault was enough to throw a small army into chaos, yet it only affected the other side for a moment?
Karl regained consciousness and looked at the dragon claws rapidly enlarging before him, entwined with dangerous lightning.
There was no panic in his eyes; he instantly raised his arms and crossed them above his head.
BANG!! The dragon claws, wreathed in pale golden lightning, struck Karl's arm hard.
CRACKLE!! The fierce pale golden lightning, like countless maddened golden snakes, exploded in an instant, enveloping Karl's figure.
The lightning flashed and crackled, seeming to rage wildly over Karl's body.
However, Karl, at the center of the electrical storm, still looked indifferent.
Those lightning bolts, which could melt steel in an instant, when still an imperceptible distance from his skin,
were firmly blocked by his invisible bio-field, flickering in vain, unable to penetrate the slightest bit.
His figure, suspended in the air, didn't even tremble after this strike, let alone retreat.
It seemed that what had struck his arm was not a dragon's thunderous claw, but a light feather.
Borch pulled back his claws and flew back some distance.
He hovered in the air, his dragon pupils fixed on Karl, his claws again glowing with pale golden lightning.
The next second, several lightning bolts shot from his claw tips, weaving into an electrical net that covered the air.
Karl charged towards the electrical net, and the lightning struck his bio-field, causing slight ripples.
Seeing this, Borch extended his claws, and the pale golden lightning was no longer a scattered electrical net, but compressed into a blazing beam of light.
Excitement flickered in Karl's eyes; they glowed red, and his heat vision suddenly shot out towards it.
The two energies collided in mid-air, and a brilliant light erupted, momentarily outshining the sun.
The shockwave spread, almost unsteadily knocking the people of the dragon hunting team below off their feet.
When the light faded again, Karl's figure was quickly approaching.
At this moment, Borch's dragon pupils narrowed to their utmost, the dragon's breath in his mouth condensed, and he extended his dragon claws to attack.
And Karl, steadily catching this attack, suddenly raised his hands holding the dragon claws, slightly pushing aside the massive claws.
Taking advantage of a small opening created by Borch's shock, his body teased itself like a gliding fish, evading the subconscious swipe of Borch's other claw.
Then his right fist was like a shell from a chamber, from bottom to top, striking Borch's chin.
POOF!! UGH! With a dull thud, Borch let out a pained groan.
It seemed his entire jaw might break, and the blow caused his massive body to uncontrollably fly backward and upward.
Two streams of black, burning-smelling smoke burst from his nostrils; Karl had interrupted his dragon breath, leaving him looking momentarily dazed.
Borch roared in fury, and a force resembling telekinesis suddenly erupted, pushing Karl back over ten meters.
Borch's chest heaved, his breathing a bit rapid, and he glared viciously at Karl.
The next moment, Karl smiled—a provocative smile—and charged at Borch faster than before.
Borch didn't show weakness, meeting him head-on; they didn't collide in the air.
Instead, at the moment of contact, they began to rapidly ascend and spin, like two intertwined whirlwinds, soaring into the sky.
Everyone looked up, but only saw two figures quickly rising through the clouds, the occasional sounds of impact like thunder.
Geralt, like everyone else, could no longer keep up with their rapid movement and could only stare blankly at the sky.
In the sky, the battle gradually turned into a strange frenzy. Borch cast an atmospheric spell on himself.
A gentle breeze swirled around his massive golden body, like a living thing, increasing his attack speed and flight agility.
His scales rubbed against the air, producing an increasingly sharp, piercing whistle, and his fluttering, tearing claws, and tail swings became faster and sharper.
However, this could only just withstand Karl's raging assault.
By this time, almost all of Karl's clothes were torn, and bloodstains covered his body, as if wounds had just healed.
His figure moved rapidly through the air, blurring in Borch's eyes.
BANG! Karl struck again, deflecting the golden dragon's giant claws trying to grab him, creating a small opening.
His eyes focused; he seized this fleeting opportunity, and a charged straight punch, without any extra frills, slammed into the thick scales on Borch's chest.
BOOM!! A muffled sound, like beating a giant drum, echoed through the sky.
The golden dragon let out a suppressed roar of pain. Although the scales on his chest weren't shattered,
the terrifying impact penetrated his body, shaking him so much that his internal organs seemed displaced.
His body uncontrollably reeled backward under this immense force and began to fall towards the ground.
And this was just the beginning. Before he could mobilize his magic to stabilize his body or fight back, Karl was on him again.
The pace of his attacks was dizzying, almost without gaps.
The second blow, the third blow... Like striking iron, a continuous barrage hit the same spot on Borch's chest.
BANG! BANG! BANG!! A series of dull, penetrating strikes densely transmitted from the high altitude to the ground.
Borch, already falling, suddenly increased his falling speed several times under this continuous heavy pounding, like a golden meteor plummeting to earth.
The crowd on the ground struggled to look up, but couldn't see the unimaginably fierce battle in the sky.
All they could hear was the terrible sound of muffled thunder, as if striking heavy hide or hard metal.
At the same time, the situation on the ground was also deteriorating.
The dwarves and mercenaries, blinded by greed, seemed to have forgotten the painful lesson of their companions being hit by the heat vision.
The weak, priceless green dragon supposedly in the cave acted like a deadly lure, making them move again.
The crowd began to stir; many held weapons and slowly approached the dragon cave entrance.
On the other side, the dying knight Eyck was being carried away from the center of the conflict by Dorregaray.
Although this sorcerer had a different philosophy, he wasn't one to let someone die.
He cast a healing spell, a soft glow enveloping Eyck.
After a while, he finally managed to pull the reckless knight back from the brink of death.
Dorregaray wiped the sweat from his forehead, from the concentration and mana expenditure, and then had time to notice the commotion nearby.
He saw Yennefer, whom he had earlier mocked for "hypocrisy," standing beside the white-haired Witcher and the two strangely submissive Zerrikanian girls.