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Hardy raised his hands to block the fearsome sword attack. Although he caught the sword, his palm was cut more
than three inches deep with blood gushing out.
“Come here!” Hardy gripped the blade tightly with one hand while grabbing Philip’s neck with the other.
Philip would not allow anyone to grasp his vitals so easily. An earth pillar rose to block Hardy’s sharp claws while he
used his sword to chop four fingers off of Hardy’s left hand. However, maybe due to the ancient dragon bloodline,
Hardy did not seem to be in pain.
He merely laughed and said, “Let’s see how many times you can escape!”
The healing ability of the ancient dragon bloodline was very strong. Hardy took his severed fingers and pressed
them on his wounds. In just a few seconds, the severed sections stopped bleeding.
A dragon’s roar was heard from Hardy’s mouth, and the sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, signaling the
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Philip did not expect that Hardy’s impure ancient dragon bloodline could summon the wind and rain too.
Thunder and lightning brewed, and a thunderbolt struck Philip.
Philip dodged quickly, and the thunderbolt hit the ground and blasted a huge crater. No more time could be wasted.
As more lightning struck, the chimera imprint on Philip’s forehead glowed red.
Seeing this, Hardy froze in place, shook his head, and questioned Philip, “Aren’t you from the White Marsh royal
family? Why do you have the imprint of the chimera royal family?!”
“I never said I was from the White Marsh royal family.”
As he spoke, Philip’s body burned with flames, which gradually turned into a chimera. The raindrops evaporated
with a sizzle before they could get close to Philip.
A thunderbolt struck the burning chimera man squarely in the head but only made him tilt his head slightly.
In the distance, the mysterious man opened his umbrella and continued to watch the duel with relish.
Hardy’s eyes became colder, and he gritted his teeth. “In that case, it’s all the more reason you can’t stay alive!”
“It seems that you still don’t understand the current situation,” Philip said blandly.
With that said, Philip rushed forward like a cannonball.
Hardy had no time to dodge and could only let Philip punch his chest. He felt himself flying back and knocking down
several bamboos.
“I’ll crush your heart into pieces. Let’s see if you can recover from that!” Philip yelled.
Although the ancient dragon bloodline had remarkable healing abilities, the descendants could not be reborn from
ashes like the fire phoenix bloodline. This injury was enough to kill Hardy.
Unexpectedly, even though Hardy had such an obvious advantage in strength, he fell with reluctance and surprise
in his eyes. Before facing the attack, he was still thinking about how to fight back, but he could not even withstand
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Philip in his chimera humanoid form did not have such a strong attack power, but he tried to put some sword intent
to his fist so that it became an unlikely fist intent. The flames on Philip’s body dispersed, and symptoms similar to
last time appeared.
After slight dizziness, he still stood steadily. The consumption this time was not as much as before, so the
exhaustion would not be as severe as last time.
After Hardy died, the dark clouds in the sky gradually dispersed.
The mysterious man in the distance walked over through the bamboo forest, and his every step seemed full of
sword intent.
In the bamboo forest, Philip could not see his face clearly at first, but now that he got closer, Philip could see him
clearly.
This mysterious man looked no different from an ordinary old man except for his beard and eyebrows. His long
gray beard almost reached his stomach, and his eyebrows were like silver swords. He wore a long robe, which
revealed his thin figure when the wind blew.
Philip bowed and said respectfully, “Greetings, sir. My name is Philip Clarke.”