Chapter 93: Chapter 93: So Good at Flying? He Definitely Won’t Fight in Close Combat—The Advantage Is Mine!

Broken Ridge Hills were shrouded in smoke and flames.

Galos shredded the Ogre’s defenses with seven rounds of bombardment, leaving swarms of Ogre Warriors and several Mages severely injured or drained of energy, completely losing their combat ability.

When the dust settled.

The entire Bone-Chewing Clan was left with only the Gorging Demon Kalu standing in the center of the ruins.

This creature was riddled with explosive Dragon Scale fragments, its iron-like skin cracked with cobweb-like scorching marks, and its abdomen swollen high like a gigantic balloon.

Galos shot the last of his explosive Dragon Scales at the Gorging Demon.

It raised its arms to block in front.

Boom boom boom!

Explosions erupted, and the Gorging Demon’s body staggered, retreating a few steps, with more scorching marks on its body and bloodied arms.

Though at a disadvantage.

The Gorging Demon Kalu showed no fear.

It raised its head, gazing at the circling Galos in the sky, saying, “Dragon, you’ve exhausted the explosive Dragon Scales on your body, while I still stand on the ground.”

It sneered, taunting, “If you dare, land on the ground to have a close combat with me, let me feel how powerful you truly are.”

“Relying merely on advantages of flight and speed, a feeble Dragon Race without true power, even if you win, you won’t earn my acknowledgement.”

In the eyes of the Gorging Demon Kalu.

Galos was a Dragon Race specializing in speed, flight, and ranged attacks.

This cunning combat style was not acknowledged by Ogres who revered power and loved close combat, even if defeated, would not follow; only through frontal confrontation with absolute power could it gain respect and awe.

“Your words reveal your folly.”

“But, to let you understand the gap between us, let’s follow your wish.”

Galos grinned, his scale armor without explosive Dragon Scales glimmering under the night like supreme Obsidian, lava-like patterns crisscrossed upon it, shining brightly.

He folded his Dragon Wings, diving downwards.

This time, Galos lowered to about three hundred meters from the ground without turning back skyward, instead continuing to dive directly at the Gorging Demon Kalu, his stretched Dragon Wings slicing through the night.

Facing the rapidly approaching Giant Dragon, Kalu stepped forward, roaring.

Thick veins bulged under its iron-black skin, muscles bursting and knocking away the fragments of scale armor.

When Galos’ dive trajectory reached a hundred meters range, Kalu suddenly opened its massive mouth.

Not continuing to roar, but ejecting a highly compressed projectile.

Boom!

A massive sphere, mixed with large amounts of scale fragments, fiery flames, and stomach acid erupted from Kalu’s mouth, carrying destructive power, rapidly shooting at Galos with extreme speed.

The Gorging Demon, seemingly rough on the outside, was quite cunning in combat, capable of sneak attacks.

Previously displaying only desire for close combat, it suddenly switched to a potent ranged attack as Galos was flying straight at it.

Galos’ expression remained unchanged.

Six Crystal Bones erupted with dazzling dark red flames, changing direction in an instant.

The mixed sphere nearly brushed against his body, landing on the hillside behind, exploding a giant pit, causing the earth to shake.

The Gorging Demon charged towards the Giant Dragon.

The six-meter-tall monster left bowl-sized footprints with every step on the scorched earth, black iron fists ripping through air with thunderous booms.

Galos did not dodge.

He lowered his altitude close to the ground, dropping his center of gravity, right forelimb muscles tightened like steel wires, Dragon Claws prepared to counter.

Pong!

The shockwave from the collision of brute forces scattered loose stones within dozens of meters around.

Kalu’s finger bones emitted strained cracking sounds.

Its body was like getting hit by a train, carried by Galos while rapidly retreating, leaving two deep grooves on the ground with its legs.

Arms clamping around Galos’ Dragon Claws.

Kalu roared, its right leg stomped the ground fiercely, simultaneously twisting its back, attempting an over-the-shoulder throw, leveraging Galos’ unstoppable momentum, trying to toss Galos.

However, given the vast power difference.

This was ineffective.

The force from Galos’ Dragon Claws exceeded the Gorging Demon’s expectations.

It failed to toss Galos, instead being lifted by Galos’ Dragon Claws, then suddenly flung, its robust body soaring like a ragdoll.

Pat!

Galos turned his body, Dragon Tail whistled and struck the Gorging Demon.

It flew like a cannonball, rolling across the ground, plowing hundreds of meters of trench, sending some Ogres like bowling pins flying in its path, finally smashing into a thick mountain rock, coming to a halt.

Galos paced steadily, approaching.

Strong muscles on his body formed visible outlines even under the thick Dragon Scales.

The Gorging Demon believed Galos excelled at ranged attacks.

This was a mistaken judgment.

Galos was superior in close combat, the aerial bombardment for him was merely a simple consumption method.

Endless training and evolution, his strength grew to surpass even the same-tier Red Dragons, this mighty physique was no mere decoration.

Elite warriors already incapacitated by previous bombardments.

Galos descended to the ground but none of the nearby ordinary Ogres dared to interrupt, all scattered away, leaving the field to Galos and the Gorging Demon.

A towering shadow suddenly leaped from the dust.

Before Galos could get close, the Gorging Demon roared, striding rapidly towards Galos, its bulky body gradually contracting, revealing veins and glowing blood vessels, its whole physique becoming more robust.

Pong!

Dragon Claw collided directly with the Gorging Demon’s fist.

The Gorging Demon’s arm trembled, skin split open, immediately gritting its teeth, fiercely using its head to ram towards the dragon’s head.

Galos didn’t dodge, lowering his head, ramming into it.

Clang!

In the crisp sound of metal collision.

The horn on the Gorging Demon’s head scraped against Galos’ Face Armor, spraying sparks, leaving only shallow marks.

Its own iron-like cheek was ripped by spikes on Galos’ dragon face, and where the Dragon Horn grazed left deep bloody scars.

The Dragon Race’s Face Armor was made of tiny Dragon Scales, not stiff.

But such was for common dragons.

In Galos’ day-to-day training, one item was to clash his head, Face Armor against tough metal ores, long since forging a set of dense, tough Face Armor and skin.

Blood covering its face, dizzy.

The Gorging Demon staggered backward from Galos’ head ram.

Galos’ Dragon Wings rose.

As sharp wing bones as guillotines cut the Gorging Demon’s chest, meeting its iron-like skin, showering sparks, tearing skin and flesh, leaving a striking horizontal wound.

The Gorging Demon roared in fury.

Stimulated by pain, it continued to rush at Galos.

But before it could approach, the broad tail laden with sharp Dragon Scales swung toward it.

Bam!

The Gorging Demon was sent flying by the tail strike, gaining numerous dense lacerations.

Just rising, it found Galos’ figure gone from view, only feeling the surroundings suddenly dark, as if something blocked the moonlight.

Wind pressure descended from the sky.

Galos slightly circled in mid-air, Celestial Comet Wings spewing fiery streams, accelerating for a dive, his body crashed towards the Gorging Demon like a meteor.

Boom!

The ground collapsed into a giant pit, countless stones shattered.

The Gorging Demon was stomped by Galos on its chest, its iron-like solid body deeply embedded at the bottom of the pit.

With the evolution of his wings complete, even without ample height for power accumulation via long flight, instant acceleration enabled Galos’s crashes, wing cuts, and other attacks to be greatly amplified.

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