Classless Awakening; My Dragon Is Legendary-Chapter 14: Steel and Memory

Derrick was swift to react, the vibration traveled through his hands and through his entire body.

He leaped backwards, creating space between the doll and him.

The doll saw that as an opportunity and quickly closed the distance, but Derrick was already anticipating.

Derrick activated his dragon fist, and it clashed with the doll’s armor.

The force from Derrick’s blow skipped the doll’s armor and delivered the force directly to the doll’s body.

The doll stumbled backwards, its wooden body creaking under Derrick’s might.

Derrick’s body rocketed forward thanks to dragon flash, closing the distance between the doll and him.

The doll spun rapidly, executing a sword move Derrick had never seen before.

Derrick had to admit, he was amazed by the doll’s sword technique, but this was not the time or place for that.

Derrick ducked underneath the blade which missed him by a hair’s breadth.

Derrick’s saving grace was his dragon eyes. Without them, he would have been dead long ago.

Being able to see the doll’s moves before the doll executed them made a world of difference.

Derrick parried and sparks flew, the faint smell of smoke filled the air.

Derrick’s sweat dripped onto the grass, exhaustion lingered, but he refused to give in.

The doll kicked forward, and Derrick backflipped, aiming to avoid the doll’s attack.

However, the doll flung its blade at Derrick, and Derrick had no choice but to block using his bare hands.

[-20 Health.]

The sword had torn a hole right through Derrick’s hands, and his blood was painting the grass crimson.

The sound of wood creaking brought Derrick back to his senses.

Derrick’s mind sharpened, his brain working at an efficiency that was far beyond average.

A plan came into Derrick’s mind, and without any hesitation, he laid the foundation for its execution.

The doll swung its fist, and Derrick caught it with his left hand.

The pain from his injured hand made him grit his teeth, but his will was ironclad.

With the doll’s blade, Derrick raised his right hand, and swung it in a single clean motion.

The doll was too slow to notice what was happening. One second, its hands were attached to it, the next, Derrick had severed it.

Wood clattered onto the grass, splitting into several parts.

Derrick ducked, avoiding the doll’s incoming attack.

’Just like he thought.’ Derrick’s mind flashed back to one of his training sessions with Sir Thompson.

He fell flat to the ground, put both hands behind him and above his head.

He raised his legs slightly, and with the momentum, he pushed off the ground.

Both Derrick’s legs crashed into the doll, sending it stumbling backwards.

Derrick drew his blade from the grass, and moved in once more.

The doll kicked forward, and Derrick blocked it with his blade.

The doll rapidly raised its other leg and planted a strong kick into Derrick’s side.

[-10 Health.]

Derrick groaned, blood pooled inside his mouth, but he held strong.

’I can do this.’ Derrick repeated in his mind. He couldn’t let this doll beat him, not again.

Also, he was trying his best to avoid all forms of injury. Royal Knight was no longer there, so any severe injury could very well lead to the loss of his life.

A shadow cast itself upon Derrick’s face, blocking the moonlight.

Derrick rolled backwards, and the doll’s fist hit the grass, making a small hole.

Derrick threw his sword to the ground. With a loud battle cry, he charged forward.

He planned to tackle the doll to the ground and dismantle it from the inside out like he did to the last one.

However, as soon as Derrick’s legs were off the ground, the doll moved.

It fell to the ground rapidly, grabbing both of Derrick’s hands, and planting its folded legs into Derrick’s stomach.

The doll kicked forward with full force, launching Derrick into the air.

Derrick didn’t have any time to process what had just happened.

His point of view had changed so fast in such a short amount of time

The doll launched into the air, its one hand outstretched.

Derrick grabbed the doll’s hand, spun backwards and threw the doll to the floor.

The doll’s wooden body clattered onto the ground, splintering in multiple directions.

Derrick’s attack had taken a serious toll on the doll, and Derrick was aware of that.

The doll tried to move, tried to get up, and continue the fight, but it failed.

Derrick’s attack had broken something inside it, one that prevented it from being able to stand.

Derrick laughed, he picked up his sword, his hands stung upon contact.

The wound had slowly begun healing, but it was still present.

Derrick’s mind didn’t linger on this. The victory that he so desperately craved was finally here and laying in front of him.

His mind flashed to the multiple rewards the system had promised him for defeating this doll.

The sweet feeling of revenge was just a few inches away, and Derrick wanted to savor it.

He dragged his sword along the grass, making a distinct sound, one that made the doll shake in fear.

Derrick stood before the doll, locking eyes with it, and a wide smirk on his face.

His mind flashed back to the multiple injuries the doll had inflicted on him, even going as far as putting him in a coma.

At the thought, his blood boiled, and multiple suggestions came to his head.

He did not just want to kill the doll rashly, or barbarically like he did the last one.

Instead, he wanted it to have meaning, emotion and poetry.

Derrick raised his sword, the steel gleaming under the moonlight, giving the sword a distinct glow.

The glow flashed in the doll’s eyes, and something inside it snapped.

With his Dragon eyes, Derrick could see the runes engraved in the doll begin to light up.

Previously, out of about 50 runes on the doll, only 4 were glowing, but now, 20 pulsed in the same rhythm.

The sound of sparks, followed by an increase in temperature and a bright light hit Derrick at once.