Classless Awakening; My Dragon Is Legendary-Chapter 47: A Dragon’s Resilience
Derrick couldn’t believe it, the chill from the ice spear slowly spread to the rest of his body.
He could feel the waves of pain all striking him simultaneously, but he couldn’t do anything about it.
He couldn’t move, couldn’t scream, nothing, he was still processing the attack.
His blade clattered to the ground, his fingers too weak to hold it.
As his blade fell, so did the hope and confidence the king had in him.
"DERRICK!!!" The king screamed, his voice thundering above every other sound.
Everything in him wanted to lunge forward and physically stop this fight, but he knew it was wrong.
"Calm down, my king." Sir Thompson spoke, a look of shock was plastered on his face. He couldn’t believe what happened.
"Don’t tell me to calm down, aren’t you seeing what is happening?" The king screamed. He felt like ripping Sir Thompson in two.
"Don’t worry father, I’m getting rid of the weakling." Ivan stretched his hand, and a scythe made of thick ice materialized.
The blade of the scythe grazed the colosseum ground, forcing an unpleasant scraping sound.
"What is happening there?" The king, still unable to control his emotions, asked Sir Thompson.
"It’s Derrick, he’s used to winning fights, I don’t think his mind can process a loss." Sir Thompson made the only conclusion he could.
"But that doesn’t matter." Sir Thompson stood to his feet, his shock replaced with vigor.
"Do not fail Royal Knight kid," Sir Thompson shouted.
Everyone in the crowd completely ignored the king and Sir Thompson, their eyes were fixed on the fight down below.
From what it looked like, Ivan had the victory in the bag.
His spear had already pierced Derrick’s heart, and in their minds, it was only the adrenaline which kept Derrick moving.
"Finish him off!!" A member of the audience stated, they had come here for excitement and gore, not some slow-paced drama.
"Gladly," Ivan raised the scythe, the rays of the sun glistening on the frozen shards.
The tip of the scythe extended, growing even sharper, Ivan wanted to make sure there was no chance of survival.
Ivan’s scythe descended and everyone held their breaths, while the king closed his eyes, unwilling to witness such cruelty.
Instead of the satisfying feeling of his scythe tearing through Derrick’s flesh, all Ivan was met with was resistance.
"I... I can’t believe it." The members of the audience were flabbergasted, unable to believe their eyes, Derrick had...moved?
Derrick’s left forearm was raised, against it was Ivan’s scythe.
Ivan was unable to believe this, a vein popped in his head as his frustration grew.
Before he could do anything, he was hit by Derrick’s right fist.
The punch packed both Varyn and dragon energy, which raised Ivan’s body off the ground.
Ivan fell to the ground with a loud thud. His scythe now lay amongst the sand.
Derrick’s eyes shook, red slowly engulfed his vision, his adrenaline spiked, fueling his burning rage.
Derrick placed both hands on the tip of the spear still lodged in his chest, and with a deafening battle cry, he pulled it out.
Everyone gasped in collective shock, Derrick had once again done the impossible.
Just when they thought it was over with Derrick, he pulled out another trick from his sleeve.
Derrick threw the spear to the ground, breaking it into a million pieces.
Ivan had already regained his composure, and was standing a few feet away from Derrick, genuinely wary of the monster before him.
Ivan charged forward, he didn’t want to wait for Derrick, he was done being theatrical with it all, he wanted to end everything here and now.
Derrick did the same, his fists burning with dragon energy and Varyn, his mind completely overtaken by rage.
Ivan hit Derrick with an ice-coated fist. The jagged spikes on its end pierced Derrick’s skin, but Derrick couldn’t care less.
Derrick struck Ivan’s chest with both fists, breaking his armor.
Ivan gritted his teeth, blood poured out of his mouth, nose and eyes, but he couldn’t let that hold him back. No, he was just getting started.
He stomped his feet on the ground, creating a massive ice platform which launched him into the air.
Magical circles appeared all around the skies, and Ivan began to chant.
The skies darkened, and the clouds rained thunder. Ivan was using a spell unlike any other, one that was not just powerful, but almost inhumane.
Ivan brought his hands down, and with them a rain of ice spikes the size of a small tree.
Derrick leaped into the air, covering ten feet in the blink of an eye, he dug his hands into the ice platform, and without any hesitation, pulled upwards.
Ice spikes hovered above Derrick, but with a simple punch, they shattered into nothingness.
With one final launch using both his hands, Derrick flew above the ice platform, but was met with another spell from Ivan.
A boulder the size of a tree hit Derrick at point-blank range, and sent his body deep into the ground.
[-90% HP.]
Derrick groaned, his limbs had been impaled by ice spikes, he was pinned to the ground.
With every passing second, Derrick could see his HP drop even lower.
"I have finally mastered your games, brother." Ivan laughed, he had figured Derrick out.
Ever since the fight started, Derrick had only displayed a single ranged attack, and it was one that involved his hands.
Ivan’s entire plan had been to take out Derrick’s hands and attack him from a distance, where he was unable to defend himself.
"It is over, brother." Ivan laughed. Finally, the sweet taste of victory was his.
Another ice spike quickly materialized, hovering above Ivan’s head.
With a simple snap, the spear was propelled forward.
It closed the distance in the blink of an eye, arriving before Derrick who was already waiting for it.
Derrick opened his mouth, and from them flowed a jet of flames so hot that even the water content in the ice spike evaporated.
He spun his head around, melting the spikes restricting his limbs.
Everyone in the crowd watched, no one dared utter a word, afraid that their words would interrupt the battle between these two.
Derrick stretched his hand and nullspire appeared. He was ready once more.
The ice in Derrick’s body rapidly melted as soon as his healing kicked in.
Derrick was still in a seriously bad shape, his bones were broken and internal organs ruptured.
The boulder had seriously done a number on him. Without his healing, Derrick would be no more.
Derrick grit his teeth, using sheer willpower, he pushed forward, planting his feet firmly on the ground.
He drew his leg back, and leaned forward, entering his sword stance.
His heartbeat dropped, slowing to a rate that was a few steps away from death’s door.
There was a process to all this, and Derrick planned to trust it.
He had finally seen something that his confidence and arrogance had blinded him to.
There was no chance of him taking down Ivan using raw power alone. He needed to win this battle where he was superior, he needed to win this battle using his intellect.
[A thirsty shark is prone to drown.]
Sir Thompson’s words repeated in his head, his mind began spinning, finding out how he could use this to his advantage.
’I highly suggest you check out the active skills in the Nullspire sword.’
A system message appeared in Derrick’s field of vision, and without wasting any time, he did. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
[Skill Name: Devil dance]
[Info: Boosts the user’s physical attributes by two hundred percent.]
[Duration: 5 minutes.]
[Cooldown: 1 hour. ]
[Skill Name: Null.]
[Info: When an enemy or target is cut one hundred times, their magic and magical equipment is temporarily disabled.]
[Duration: 1 minute.]
[Cooldown: None.]
[Skill Name: Null slash.]
[Info: Delivers a ranged attack, which nullifies any and all forms of magic. It can be paired with dragon energy and varyn.]
[Cooldown: None.]
Derrick smirked, his mind had finally come up with something, the entire process took only about 5 seconds, and now Ivan’s spikes, shards, bullets and many other projectiles were around him.
Derrick’s body moved masterfully, cutting everything down with ease and grace that many swordsmen were unable to boast of.
"COME ON IVAN! IS THAT ALL YOU’VE GOT???" Derrick screamed at the top of his lungs.
A vein popped in the side of Ivan’s head, anger and frustration creeping in once again.
"Come show all of Dravania how special you are, how you matter more than your little brother." Derrick laughed.
Ivan’s eyes went red, and the temperature dropped several degrees.
"No more games brother, give me all you’ve got." Ivan screamed, and a chilling wind filled the colosseum.
The sand beneath their feet had turned to snow, and the skies crackled in response.
Derrick calmed his mind once more, black engulfed his vision, and once again, he was seeing everything in darkness and wire frames.
He swung his blade, releasing an arc of Varyn, Dragon energy and a nullifying arc from the Nullspire sword.
Ivan responded with a thick block of ice, the Nullspire arc tore through the barrier, shattering it into pieces, leaving everyone shocked.
"No more games."
