Chapter 114: Escape! Run Away!
It was second nature for the two Oración Seis members to coordinate their attacks. The moment Dino appeared, they split apart and struck from opposite sides.
"Poison Dragon's Iron Fist!" Cobra's fist erupted with purple-black toxic mist as he launched a devastating punch toward Dino's torso.
Dino casually threw a counterpunch. "Boom!"
The collision sent shockwaves rippling outward, Cobra's attack completely neutralized. Racer seized the opening from the opposite flank, his leg blurring toward Dino's side. Dino's fist shot out to intercept, but Racer suddenly accelerated beyond normal limits and slipped past.
Seeing his opponent evade, Dino immediately struck the空気 itself.
Crack crack crack!
The atmosphere shattered like glass, and the vibrations slammed into Racer even though he'd dodged the physical blow.
"GWAHHH!" Racer's scream cut through the air as he was sent flying backward again.
Dammit! I've already slowed his speed and perception down significantly. How is this monster still so fast? Racer thought, rolling to his feet. If I hadn't reduced his speed… what would his real capabilities be? This guy's inhuman!
"Poison Dragon's Hook Fang!"
"Hmph!" Dino snorted, his leg whipping up in a devastating kick.
Whoosh—!
"Uagh!" The Cobra couldn't withstand the impact this time and was sent tumbling backward.
"Damn it! Even hearing the attack coming doesn't help if I can't move fast enough to avoid it!" Cobra grimaced, tasting blood.
"High-Speed Rotation!" Racer summoned dozens of spinning tire-like discs that hurtled toward Dino like buzz saws.
Dino's fist clenched, and he punched straight ahead.
CRACK!
"BOOM!" Every tire reversed direction mid-flight, forcing Racer to dive out of the way.
"Poison Dragon's Scales!" Cobra brought his hands together and unleashed a barrage of scale-shaped purple projectiles at Dino.
Dino's fist shot forward, space fracturing before the punch even connected.
CRACK!
"Boom boom boom!" The poison scales detonated prematurely, the explosions engulfing Cobra himself. Fortunately, his own magic provided some resistance, leaving him battered but not seriously injured.
Dino's eyes narrowed. "Something's off…"
Cobra shouted to his partner, "Use everything you've got! If we don't go all out, we're both dead!"
Racer's expression turned grim as he nodded. Standard slowing magic clearly wasn't enough to restrain this monster. Time for his trump card.
"Red Zone!" A complex crimson magic circle materialized beneath Racer's feet, then expanded outward in a hemisphere that engulfed the battlefield.
Within this domain, Racer's own speed increased exponentially—while simultaneously reducing his enemies' speed and their perception of speed to the absolute minimum.
"Poison Dragon's Fang!" Cobra unleashed twin streams of toxic energy shaped like serpent fangs.
Dino channeled vibration energy through his legs and used the explosive recoil to dodge—but something felt wrong. He'd moved the same distance… but the timing was off. Everything seemed… slower.
Cobra's eyes glinted with dark satisfaction. "As expected of one of the Ten Wizard Saints! You noticed almost immediately. But you're already too late!"
Suddenly, from Dino's altered perspective, the Poison Dragon's Fang seemed to accelerate dramatically. He barely managed to raise his arms in a defensive guard.