The Bored Immortal

With a deep grunt, Mevron let go of one of Azu's hands as he was about to punch his stomach, but Viktor quickly reacted as he used his free hand to dish out a hard uppercut to Mevron's chin, making his head bounce back.

But Mevron quickly recovered with an enraged look as he grabbed Azu's wrist and tried to punch his face, only to get blocked by his hand again.

Still, Mevron's expression remained tight as he continued to try and punch Azu from every angle possible. He knew Azu's plan was to tire him out while depending on his healing powers. But Mevron decided to tire him out first as a way to humiliate him and satisfy himself.

But seeing how quickly Azu was blocking his moves skillfully, he had to admit this vampire was heavily trained in combat.

Viktor was actually barely able to hold back Mevron's punches, each punch feeling like he was stopping a boulder of iron shooting towards him.

He could feel a large amount of odic force getting sapping away from his body each time he blocked Mevron's punches.

He could also see that Mevron was trying to tire him out. If only this wasn't so exhausting, Viktor could have countered his attacks instead of trying to save his energy.

The two continued to exchange punches, sending shockwaves after shockwaves every time Viktor blocked his punches.

Seraphina was still busy trying to open a portal, but she had to do it very carefully and slowly to not draw any suspicions. Otherwise, if her aura was suddenly released in a large burst, Mevron would be the first to notice.

Still, Mevron felt a weird change in the air near him as he momentarily turned his head to unconsciously look in the direction of Seraphina, making Viktor raise his brows.

But just as Mevron was distracted momentarily, his pupils suddenly contracted to slits in shock, confusion, and rage.

Mevron's face puffed up in red as he stumbled back while unconsciously clutching his crotch.

"UNGH!" Mevron couldn't believe Azu used such a cheap attack on him which he never expected. As a royal member of his race, he was brought up with all sorts of etiquette, even in battles. And surely he never experienced anyone trying to kick his balls in a duel in his whole life. This was the first time he was seeing it.

Viktor saw that Mevron probably caught on to something and didn't want him getting suspicious of Seraphina trying to do something. He could only think of one move he could make to totally attract Mevron's attention.

Even Orgaz covered his mouth in shock and disbelief, unable to believe that the grandson of the Winter Dragon King got kicked in the balls. If anybody heard about this, Mevron surely would suffer some loss of face. As a Winter Dragon, that part of his body was supposed to be untouchable.

He really felt that this Azu wouldn't have a pretty ending.

"Oh? It felt smaller than I thought. No wonder your wife didn't seem happy until I came along," Viktor said as he gave a look of pity and continued with a smirk, "But no worries. I pumped her up well enough for her to be satisfied for a while."

"YOU DARE!!" Mevron roared in rage as he punched the air in front of him. A large dragon mouth magically formed in the air while shooting toward Viktor, who was caught by surprise but still tried to dodge.

However, the dragon mouth was too big for Viktor to dodge in time as he got struck by it while using his arms to shield himself.

"Fuck!!" Viktor felt his bones shatter as the icy dragon's jaws closed on his arms. And it did not end there as the icy dragon continued to hold onto him while making him fly back through the air for dozens of meters till it made him crash onto the ground, leaving behind a huge crater.

"Azu…" Seraphina felt her heart stop momentarily each time she saw Viktor getting severely hurt, and this time he was close to death. She wanted to help him right away, but thinking about what he told her to do, she couldn't stop herself from continuing her spell.

"Ugh…what the fuck was that…" Viktor weakly mumbled as he laid inside the crater, feeling that his back was broken as well while a sense of cold was making him feel numb. He felt that it must be due to the ice that was powering Mevron's attack.

It was also the first time he was seeing such a strange attack, especially one that seemed to have a life on its own, dragging him through the air and crashing him to the ground like that.

And as if it wasn't enough, he realized that this cold sensation was slowing down his healing capabilities, making it feel so slow and painful. His arms were bent in a weird way, though the pain he was feeling wasn't something he couldn't handle.

What surprised him was Mevron's power, and he wondered if this was a good estimate of the strength of an expert who was proficient in using their odic force.

Mevron had good combat expertise but didn't match his. However, that didn't matter when facing absolute strength. Techniques can only help so much.

He had barely started to gain back control of his body when Mevron suddenly descended near him with a resounding boom as the ground beneath him cracked.

"You are still alive…I must say you should feel quite proud that you survived my fist even if it is not really my strongest attack," Mevron said with a scoff as he walked towards Azu, though he still hadn't washed away the humiliation he faced earlier.

"Oh shut the fuck up…asshole. You are no man, let alone a dragon if you are not strong under there. You are a disgrace to your race, hehe," Viktor chuckled with a bloody smile, making Mevron's expression twist and contort in pure rage as he howled, "AARRGH!! DIE!!"