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Chapter 302: 302:The Might Of Wyvern King

Randall stared at his trembling hands.

“How?”

The question echoed again and again inside his mind. After going through wars that had shattered and rebuilt his mental fortitude, he had never imagined that one day he would feel the same helpless terror just from a single stare.

Yet he was not alone.

Everyone present felt the same.

Amid the suffocating pressure, Duke Phillips managed to steady himself. His breathing was rough, but he forced his body to obey. He turned his head and saw Ethan standing unyielding, his feet planted firmly on the ground. However, a solemn worry flickered across Ethan’s face, one that did not go unnoticed.

Duke Phillips followed Ethan’s gaze toward those distant eyes that were pressing down on them from miles away. A memory surfaced in his mind, one he wished he had forgotten.

“Ethan,” he said hoarsely. “Don’t tell me it’s that.”

Ethan paused and lowered his gaze to meet Duke Phillips’ eyes.

“Sadly, yes.”

“But how?” Duke Phillips shouted, disbelief and fear mixing in his voice.

“How?” Ethan muttered the same word under his breath.

He was just as confused.

Wyverns should not possess Draconic power. From all known knowledge, Dragon’s Fear could only be used by true Dragons or beings with a dragon bloodline exceeding forty percent. Wyverns were inferior creatures, mutated offshoots at best. So how could this be?

“Is it perhaps not a wyver—”

Ethan did not get to finish his sentence.

A massive storm swept over them.

SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!

The wind slammed down like a giant hand, tearing at cloaks and armor.

“Soldiers, take cover!” Ethan shouted.

“Huaam!” the soldiers responded in unison.

Shields slammed forward, one after another, stacking tightly. Front rows crouched as those behind pressed in, forming a reinforced wall. The formation locked into place just as the wind struck again.

WOUHHH!

A deep, heavy roar shook the heavens.

Everyone looked up.

A colossal figure emerged as the surrounding mist was violently blown away. Standing atop the mountain was a majestic wyvern beast, its body covered in thick, dark scales that reflected the faint light of the sky. Its wings spread wide, blotting out the sun as they stretched to an impossible span.

With a powerful leap, it soared into the air.

A massive shadow fell over the battlefield.

That shadow did not only cover the land. It sank deep into the hearts of every living being below.

The creature opened its jaws.

Dense fumes of violent energy gathered in its throat, swirling and compressing. A blazing orb formed and shot downward like a falling star.

“Brace for impact!” Duke Phillips roared.

But before anyone could react, a figure burst forward.

BOOOOOM!

A streak of lightning tore through the sky.

An object collided with the descending orb, striking it head-on. The impact shattered the attack midair.

BOOOOOOOOOM!

A massive explosion bloomed across the sky, flames spreading outward like a burning flower. Shockwaves rippled through the air, forcing soldiers to dig their heels into the ground.

From within the explosion, an object shot out.

A man caught the falling object and slammed a greatsword onto his shoulder as he landed. Dust and wind burst outward as his boots hit the ground.

The Wyvern King big eyes narrowed

Between the humans it sought to destroy now stood a lone warrior.

Ethan.

He raised his head and locked eyes with the Wyvern King.

The beast roared again.

It was not a normal roar.

It was a soul-splitting warning, a sound filled with dominance and ancient authority. The roar carried a clear message.

Leave, or die.

Many soldiers clutched their ears as blood trickled down. Some trembled uncontrollably. Others could only stare in frozen fear.

But Ethan did not flinch.

“In your dreams!” Ethan shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos.

“It’s you who attacked first. We are just retaliating.”

The Wyvern King’s eyes burned with fury.

Ethan shifted his stance. His feet dug into the ground, muscles tightening. He raised his greatsword and slowly assumed a battle posture.

SWISHHH!

A crimson aura erupted from his body.

It surged outward like a living flame, wrapping around him in waves of violent power. His greatsword ignited, blazing with roaring flames that twisted around the blade.

The air itself seemed to scream.

Ethan bent his knees and leapt.

Soaring into the sky, he swung his sword with all his might. The flames along the blade condensed, sharpened, and then exploded outward.

A massive slashing arc tore through the air.

It ascended toward the Wyvern King, cutting through clouds and wind alike, carrying Ethan’s will and fury straight toward the colossal beast.

The Wyvern King roared and swung its humongous tail.

The tail smashed straight into Ethan’s flaming slash. The impact created a violent shockwave that tore through the air. Flames and wind collided, exploding outward. The sky trembled, and the ground below cracked as if struck by a giant hammer.

BOOOOOM!

Ethan was pushed back midair, his boots skidding through the sky as he twisted his body and stabilized himself with a burst of lightning beneath his feet.

The Wyvern King did not wait.

Its wings flared wide, and with a single beat, razor-sharp wind blades formed around its body. The blades screamed as they were launched forward, slicing through the air like invisible swords.

SWIIISH! SWIIISH!

Ethan crossed his greatsword before him. Flames wrapped around the blade as he swung it in a wide arc. A wall of fire surged forward, colliding with the wind blades.

BOOOOM!

The fire exploded outward, canceling several blades, but a few slipped through and carved deep trenches into the ground below. Trees were sliced clean in half, and rocks shattered into dust.

The Wyvern King descended.

It dove like a meteor, claws stretched forward. Ethan met it head-on. A dark lightning crackled around his body as he thrust his sword upward.

BANG!

Claws and blades collided. Sparks and lightning burst in all directions. The force knocked Ethan downward, but he twisted his body and kicked off the wyvern’s chest, sending himself flying backward.

Before the Wyvern King could recover, Ethan raised his sword again and used a magic spell.

“Gale Storm!”