Garon was very aware of his strengths and weaknesses.
Although he sensed a slight hint of danger from Rorschach, it didn't mean that Rorschach was a threat capable of instilling fear in Garon.
Or to put it another way, anyone whose speed was within his reaction range and who needed close combat to pose a threat was not considered a true enemy by Garon.
Nothing else matters when you have the ability to stop time.
What truly concerned Garon were those who could attack him from a distance with high-level spells that could strike his soul instantly.
Once such spells were cast, their speed of attack was faster than Garon's extreme acceleration. Some spells could even affect an enemy before they were even aware.
However, Rorschach clearly was not of that type.
The 1.6-meter-long magical greatsword, embedded with a deep cyan gem at the hilt, exuded a sharp blade aura with each swing, producing a piercing sound of cutting through the air, slashing towards Garon.
The sword qi, with its wind properties, arrived before Rorschach himself.
Almost simultaneously, Garon's body swelled in a flash of magical light, his dragon horns growing thicker and more rugged, his dragon wings and tail elongating, and he transformed into an adult dragon form similar in size to the young dragon but much more robust.
A fourth-tier transmutation spell, Enlarge.
This sudden change in size drew many eyes, including the young dragon's.
The young dragon looked up, her face filled with surprise, her expression changing as she pondered something.
A heavy armored knight took advantage of her distraction, leaping up and striking her head with a large shield, producing a crisp sound and sparking a string of sparks.
Regaining her focus, the young dragon retaliated with a backhand slap, smashing him to the ground and grinding both the knight and his armor into the dirt.
On the other side of the battlefield, feeling the power coursing through his body, Garon extended his claws.
Clang!
His white, razor-sharp claws grasped the cyan sword qi, squeezing forcefully, and shattered it into dispersing elemental energy.
A crack appeared on his dragon claw, a mark from the sword qi, but no blood was drawn.
Not only was Garon's magical resistance high, but his physical resilience was also superior to that of ordinary true dragons, a trait that was enhanced after using a lot of magic for the Enlarge spell.
A mere sword qi attack could not truly harm Garon.
The sword qi was just a probe. Rorschach, suppressing the fury in his eyes, roared deeply, his body slightly bent, and he rushed at Garon, bringing with him a whirlwind of snow. In a blink, he was before Garon.
Then, twisting at the waist, he swung his magical greatsword in an arc.
Launching himself off the ground, he spun at high speed to enhance the slashing power of his blade, aiming to slice through Garon's dragon scales from bottom to top.
Feathers of snow were caught in the attack, instantly shredded into powdery snow, adding a frosted quality to the blade's light.
Such fierce attacks were typical of a warrior's technique.
However, what Rorschach did not expect was that his enhanced strike, strengthened by his frenzy in both speed and power, mysteriously missed its mark.
Garon, who had been directly in front of him a few meters away, was suddenly about ten meters away, almost as if he had always been there.
The limited range of time stop made it appear peculiar to an outsider if maintained for too long.
Garon did not wish to reveal his abilities before so many creatures, so he used it only for a moment.
It was necessary; he did not want to be cut by the magical greatsword.
The badly wounded young dragon and the fierce frost tiger were largely the work of Rorschach.
To others, it seemed as if there was a brief lag, understandable only to those well-versed enough to recognize it as a manipulation of time, otherwise, it appeared as a mere blur or as if Garon had used some kind of spatial magic.
Compared to temporal magic, spatial magic was equally rare but not as mysterious.
Spatial rings, teleportation circles, magic pouches—all involve spatial power, even the spell to seal the skies involved some alteration of space.
As Rorschach used his skills, his old strength fading and new strength not yet formed, Garon struck with a mighty dragon tail sweep.
His long, scaly tail swept through, its tremendous force parting the snow and striking Rorschach with a chilling wind.
Boom!
Like hitting a baseball, Rorschach's body flew like a rag doll, knocking over dozens of heavy armored knights and several ogres, finally creating a long trench in the ground 300 meters away before stabilizing.
If he were a typical spellcaster, his body would have been reduced to mush.
Garon felt
a stinging pain in his tail and looked back.
When Rorschach was sent flying, he managed to slash at Garon in a quick response, his incredibly sharp magical greatsword cutting through the white dragon scales and tearing the underlying muscle tissue, with trickles of dragon blood seeping out.
Had it not been for the use of the Enlarge spell, the wound would have been even larger.
Garon's expression darkened, and he looked across the chaotic battlefield at Rorschach, who was getting back up.
The skin-reddened warrior was heavily breathing, his eyes filled with dense bloodshot, his forehead veined, clearly in pain but still harboring a high fighting spirit. After taking several deep breaths, his eyes red, he fought his way through any in his path, running towards Garon.
He seemed completely consumed by frenzy, his resistance greatly enhanced, impervious to pain but almost wholly devoid of reason.
Apart from Garon's kin, several unlucky heavy armored knights happened to be in Rorschach's path and were mercilessly cut down by his sword.
Other knights, as if used to such scenes, immediately avoided him, staying far from the fully frenzied Rorschach.
Meanwhile, sporadic spells targeted Garon, mainly fire attacks intended to coordinate with Rorschach's actions.
Human spellcasters mistook Garon for a white dragon fearful of fire attacks, but those lower-tier spells, regardless of their elemental nature, Garon hardly bothered to dodge, letting them hit him like a massage.
This terrifying magical immunity made all the lower-tier casters despair.
Watching Rorschach approach again, completely consumed by madness, Garon calmly opened his mouth, blue light rolling between his fangs, quietly waiting for Rorschach to get closer.
The Breath of Time Plunder was ineffective against such a robust opponent as Rorschach; it was more of a trump card against old mages, against whom no protection would work.
Rorschach moved swiftly and agilely, covering dozens or hundreds of meters in an instant. Garon had to use time stop and be fully alert to keep up with his speed.
Seconds later, Rorschach stepped into Garon's time stop range.
Garon stimulated his throat, opening his mouth.
Instinctively aware of Garon's movements, Rorschach prepared to dodge, expecting the frost breath.
Without hesitation, Garon used time stop.
For a moment, the wind ceased, and the snow stopped.
When Rorschach was paused briefly, and time resumed, his vision was filled with the icy blue wind and sharp ice crystals of the frost breath.
Whoosh!
The concentrated column of frost breath hit Rorschach squarely, engulfing his body.
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