NABC Chapter 32 The True Power of Crimson Dragon Breath
Chapter 32 The True Power of Crimson Dragon Breath
A dazzling white light shone from the Digimon that Xiao Yan had clipped to his waist and attached itself to the Agumon that had jumped to the ground.
Then, Agumon standing on two legs appeared before the two of them.
Since acquiring its first spirit ring, the Agar.io has been able to consciously choose to evolve.
Xiao Yan felt that the improvement in his soul power was the key to unlocking the evolution of his martial soul.
Tang San was already used to the changes in the Rolling Ball Beast, but he hesitated. Could he and Xiao Yan really deal with this nearly 450-year-old hawksbill turtle?
"With its webbed feet, it's impossible for it to easily come ashore and fight us. Brother, the power of your martial spirit flame in the water will be greatly reduced."
If it has the strength to spare, my hidden dart would probably have little chance of harming it.
Faced with such terrifying defensive power, Tang San himself began to feel somewhat insecure.
Sensing someone approaching, the hawksbill turtle looked up. After confirming that the newcomers were two children and a small animal, the hawksbill turtle didn't even look at them directly.
"Agumon, Small Flame!"
Agumon immediately opened its mouth, but before the fireball could reach the hawksbill turtle, it was extinguished by the splash of water it created.
It yawned somewhat boredly, clearly not taking them seriously.
"Big brother!" Tang San looked at Xiao Yan, his eyes saying, "It really didn't work out."
"If it were the sea, Agumon and I might have hesitated, but this is just a small lake."
As I told you, the growth of Blue Silver Grass is inseparable from vitality and resilience. At that time, your martial soul will have control methods that are difficult for enemies to break through.
But no matter how tough Blue Silver Grass is, it's still grass, and there are two things it can't defend against.
One is extreme sharpness; if it encounters a top-grade weapon spirit, it can still be easily cut through. Therefore, one must be very careful when fighting against this type of opponent.
The other is the ultimate flame, which is my martial soul.
As Xiao Yan spoke, a soul ring radiating yellow light shone from his body, flew to Agumon's body, and merged with it.
In an instant, Agumon's entire body turned bright red, and the dragon patterns on its claws became faintly visible.
"Hey, step back a bit, it's getting a little hot."
But Tang San didn't care at all. It was just Xiao Yan's first soul skill. He had experienced it before. At such close range, it only burned his eyebrows.
What is there to be afraid of now?
The moment Xiao Yan finished speaking his warning, scorching flames erupted from Agumon's throat.
"First Soul Skill: Crimson Dragon Breath!"
The flames merely brushed against the lake's surface for a fleeting moment, yet the water on the lake visibly began to sink.
No, to be more precise, it turned into wisps of steam and evaporated into the air.
The flames actually lasted for less than seven seconds, but that was much longer than when Xiao Yan first used his soul skill.
Tang San looked at the space distorted by the heat of the flames and finally realized he had to get away, but it was too late.
Fortunately, Xiao Yan grabbed his clothes and ran far away, but due to the high temperature, he still felt his head was a little hot, and there was a faint smell of burnt protein wafting over.
Under the onslaught of Agumon's flames, the nearby plants instantly withered and turned yellow.
And this lake, if it can still be called a lake, was completely evaporated in just seven seconds!
Before it could react, the hawksbill turtle seedlings were instantly stranded on the muddy ground of the lake.
Agumon exhaled a breath of stale air, as if it had just burped after a full meal.
In stark contrast to his relaxed demeanor was Xiao Yan, who was kneeling on the ground, leaning against a large tree.
Thanks to Agumon, he had some fire resistance, so he wasn't too uncomfortable from the scorching temperature.
Tang San, standing to the side, had his hair completely burned off and his clothes were tattered, but thankfully he survived.
He looked at Agumon standing by the lake (pit) with some lingering fear, which was why his older brother had held back at the academy gate earlier.
Xiao Yan sighed inwardly, thinking that this soul skill was a bit too ambitious, as it allowed Agumon to spray for nearly seven seconds.
At this moment, he truly had no soul power left in his body; he was only kept alive by a single breath, which prevented him from going into shock.
Back when he was alone in the academy, he would take advantage of the absence of others to study his only soul skill with Agumon.
Because Agumon told him that when he released his first Soul Skill, it wasn't that a flame was about to burst forth, but rather that his body began to become scorching hot.
After repeated experiments, Xiao Yan discovered that the so-called Crimson Dragon Breath didn't actually have to be called that.
Because the ability that Agumon received from his first spirit ring was not a scorching fireball, but an enhanced flame.
The temperature of Agumon's flames was increased to twice the original level.
The moment the Soul Skill was activated, the temperature of Agumon's body surface had already reached 700℃, and the flames in its mouth, ready to be unleashed, were approaching 1000℃.
Fortunately, Agumon was able to withstand the heat of the flames at this moment.
Instead of the initial discomfort that followed the flames, his throat felt extremely sore immediately after exhaling them.
As Xiao Yan's soul power improved, he even felt that his first soul skill was still increasing, and the current enhancement multiple was about 2.3 times the original.
The hawksbill turtle in the lake slowly poked its head out; its entire body was now charred black.
Its arrogance led it to retreat into its shell only when flames were upon it, which undoubtedly depleted its remaining energy and resulted in only a temporary reprieve from death.
Its expression toward the two humans was no longer languid, but fearful, especially toward the tan figure standing by the lake.
Driven by its survival instinct, it abandoned its previous lazy behavior and began digging in the soil, trying to burrow in.
"The other woman!"
With his last ounce of strength, Xiao Yan gave the order: if this kid let the hawksbill turtle escape, he would really want to curse the Tang family's ancestors for eighteen generations.
Tang San reacted instantly and, using the Ghost Shadow illusion as cover, leaped into the now-dry lake pit.
He understood why his elder brother Xiao Yan had called him; hidden weapons, often unleashed, could be fatal.
The hawksbill turtle, engrossed in digging in the soil, had no time to think about anything else; all it wanted right now was to survive!
Tang San loaded all the hidden arrows in his hand. These hidden arrows were forged with the help of the Rolling Ball Beast, and their precision and sharpness were even better than the ones he fired at the academy gate that day.
The hawksbill turtle's head had already burrowed into the mud, so there was no time to shoot it in the head.
With his exquisite technique, Tang San shot four hidden arrows at the hawksbill turtle at an extremely fast speed. The arrows pierced straight through the soul beast's flesh and embedded themselves in the soil.
The once moist land had become unusually dry due to the intense heat of the previous fire.
The hawksbill turtle let out a painful cry. It wanted to continue struggling, but its limbs were restricted by the barbed darts in its sleeves.
But right now it can't move, and it can't even retract into its shell.
"Like a turtle in a jar, if you just stay put, who can do anything to you?"
Xiao Yan leaned against the tree, looking at the scene before him and couldn't help but mutter to himself. Fortunately, he had awakened a martial soul like Agumon, which gave him the right to speak. Otherwise, wouldn't he be just a turtle in a pond?
Tang San looked at the rather intelligent soul beast, drew his dagger, and gave it a quick death.
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"Xiao Yan, look at how fast he absorbs soul rings. Unlike you, it's killing me." The Rolling Ball Beast complained when no one was around.
"You and Tang San have been fed plenty of whale glue by me, haven't you? How come you're talking like this now? Alright, shut up later, don't scare people."
The yellow spirit rings surrounding Tang San were gradually dimming, clearly indicating that he was almost completely absorbing them.
Tang San opened his eyes and saw Xiao Yan and the Rolling Ball Beast waiting for him, which warmed his heart.
He slightly raised his hand, and as the hundred-year-old soul ring on his right hand lit up, Xiao Yan and the Rolling Ball Beast immediately felt a slight itch all over their bodies, and the minor injuries they had suffered earlier were gradually healing.