NABC Chapter 45 Master Zhan, please take good care of me.
Chapter 45 Master Zhan, please take good care of me.
Chen Yan was moving his body in the stream when Harley, barefoot and with her skirt rolled up, stood beside him, carefully wiping his back with a towel.
Tiny bits of blood clots fell with the water, only to be swept away by the flowing stream.
The newly grown skin is still just as fair and clean.
What amazed Harley was how quickly Chen Yan recovered. In just one night, his injuries were 90% healed, with only a few joints remaining.
Harley gently stroked his back, her eyes filled with disbelief. The healing ointment she brought was more effective than the potions commonly used at the outpost, but not to this extent.
Could it be that Chen Yan was right after all? People's constitutions are different.
Looking at Harley, who was stroking him all over, Chen Yan, feeling dizzy, suppressed his burning desire and once again criticized the Poisonous Bird Set for being completely waterproof.
Poisonous Bird, you've wasted all those feathers!
The flower cat that jumped out abruptly interrupted the morning treat.
"Chen Yan, how are you? Are you still in the way?"
The cat, disliking water, hopped onto Chen Yan's shoulder by stepping on a few stones and pressed its paws against his new skin.
"Absolutely no problem!"
Chen Yan clenched his fist.
Harley's attempts to dissuade them failed, so she had no choice but to accompany them to the sandpit again, where the two dragons had been waiting for them for a long time.
Just as Chen Yan had predicted, the two dragon-slaying brothers, who were invincible to each other, would definitely use their power to break the balance. Sure enough, this time they did not fight each other, but instead looked around impatiently.
Upon seeing the two figures descending from the sky, the two dragons exchanged a glance and first walked step by step toward Chen Yan and Hua Miao. Neither of them was willing to fall behind. If one of them passed the other by a nose, the other would overtake by a head. So, after only a few steps, they both started running wildly.
Fighting is a life-or-death struggle, and Longche certainly wouldn't be willing to fall behind.
The two giant beasts chased each other, growling incessantly, their speed steadily increasing.
Although their most dangerous tail blades are spread out behind them, the sharp horns and fangs on their heads are not just for show. The whistling sound of their streamlined bodies cutting through the air is deafening, and the momentum carried by the ferocious beasts as they charge is astonishing.
No wonder hunters are afraid of monster dragons.
"Hey, Flower Cat, how about we make a bet? Do you think those two will help us create a flying machine?"
The cat, its paws sweating, glared at Chen Yan, but its tense heart relaxed considerably. It knew that Chen Yan never fought a battle he wasn't sure of winning.
Just as Zhanlongchong was about ten meters away from the two, the scorching heat of the fire was already pressing down on them, and it seemed that in another half second it would send them flying into the sky, the two giant beasts simultaneously braked at the absolute limit.
Their powerful hind legs pushed off the ground, their huge tail blades dug into the sand, and even their short forelimbs were taut. Amidst the billowing dust, their dragon heads came to a stop right in front of Chen Yan and Hua Miao.
After coming to a complete stop, the older dragon looked triumphantly at its younger brother, the younger dragon. It had braked a second slower than its brother, and this time, it had won.
To its disappointment, its younger brother Long didn't seem to care much about these details. Instead, he kept staring intently at Chen Yan, who looked nonchalant and even playfully winked at it.
He got sand in his eyes.
Its mouth, full of fangs and sharp teeth, opened a crack, and a mouthful of scalding hot gas that had been trapped inside it spewed out, blowing Chen Yan's clothes and messing up his hair.
"Your breath isn't sour, smelly, or bitter, which means you have a good digestive system, just a bit of internal heat... Hmm, you're a healthy dragon."
Seeing that its younger brother, Dragon, wasn't looking at it, the older brother, Dragon, turned its head away in boredom and suddenly opened its mouth towards Flower Cat.
Its movements were swift yet delicate; it even kept its throat closed. It hooked the flower cat's collar with its fangs, dangling it in front of its mouth. It glanced at its younger brother Long and Chen Yan, then turned around with a dashing gesture and ran off in the other direction.
It quickly ran away, leaving only Chen Yan and his younger brother Long on this side.
"So, you're my student now?"
Chen Yan looked at the giant beast that was so close to him and listened to its heavy breathing. The head of the dragon-slaying beast seemed small compared to its massive body. It was only big enough to bite Chen Yan down to a leg in one bite. If he could only have a leg left, he wouldn't be in any danger.
Since it's not dangerous, then can we—
Chen Yan slowly raised his hand and, within its constricted pupils, grasped the protruding carapace on its chin.
He wanted to touch the tooth on its mouth, but he wasn't tall enough; even on tiptoe, he could only touch its chin.
It felt rough to the touch, cool yet slightly hot. Chen Yan could clearly sense that its body paused and its breathing became slightly rapid. But as Chen Yan gently stroked it and removed a few pieces of impurities stuck to it, it suddenly calmed down.
Chen Yan smiled slightly.
"Master Zhan, then please take good care of me!"
Zhan Ye angrily pulled the shell back from Chen Yan's hand, turned around and deliberately bumped into him, making him grimace.
Chen Yan jogged alongside the dragon's head, shouting loudly at it.
"Master Zhan, what do you want to learn? Iaijutsu, Rising Dragon? Actually, I'm not just a katana user, I've also studied greatswords."
"I've noticed that when you fight it, you always aim for the right moment to strike, just like the Great Swordsman who loves to land a critical hit. How about I teach you the Great Swordsman's favorite move?"
Chen Yan got more and more excited as he talked, and seeing that Zhanlong would occasionally turn its head to look at him, he simply gestured with it.
He grasped at the air, raised it high, gathered his strength, and then brought it down in a straight slash. The invisible greatsword pierced the ground, and he flipped over it, channeling all the accumulated power into the sword before delivering a devastating, explosive blow...
"How about that? Pretty cool, right? I learned it from a greatsword master..."
Just as he was boasting, the enormous beast beside him suddenly raised its tail blade, just like the invisible greatsword that Chen Yan had just raised high.
Its thigh muscles were taut, and its body was slightly turned to the side. A whistling sound passed by its face. Chen Yan only felt a blur before his eyes, and a bright blue blade of light slashed down in front of him, cutting a deep trench in the sand.
He then quickly sheathed his sword, the sand and dust he brought back splattering all over his face. This whole sequence of movements took less than a second. The downward slash with the tail blade was smooth and fluid, far surpassing Chen Yan's rough slash just now.
It unleashed a near-perfect downward slash, tilted its head back, and pointed its nostrils at the stunned Chen Yan, blowing a breath of hot air that made him stagger.
Although it said nothing, it said everything.
Chen Yan was furious; he had actually been looked down upon by a dragon-slaying creature!
But when he thought that each of the dragons seemed to be a combination of a katana user and a greatsword user, he wasn't so angry anymore. But he couldn't lose face as a hunter, so Chen Yan rolled up his sleeves and gripped the hilt of his sword.
"Alright, alright, I absolutely have to show you what I've got today!"
Now that things have come to this, aside from the Iaijutsu of the Dragon Slayer Association, the only moves we can use to save face are the Rising Dragon and the Flower Cat Style.
But the White Blade Ascending Dragon technique would disqualify him from the katana class, and he'd already seen the Swallow Return technique. The Hidden Blade style wasn't cool enough, so he could only show off his third move.
Chen Yan was also curious about how his technique would differ from Hua Miao's.
Just as he took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and was about to draw his sword and gather his strength, his feet shook violently, almost knocking him over. When he opened his eyes, he saw a dragon-slaying creature on the other side trying to jump high.
"You've already learned to climb dragons so quickly?"