729 729. Brawl

Noah felt a dangerous sensation coming from the dark-green substance spewed by the snake as they fell from the sky. The toxic liquid enveloped their figures, and Noah diverted focus when he saw it reaching for his skin.

'Isn't it a bit too powerful for its level?' Noah thought before using his flames to fight back the dangerous poison.

White fire spread in the sky and burned the liquid, which released a green gas that Noah dispersed with his mental waves. However, a confused expression appeared on his face as he turned toward the beast.

'Winged snakes mostly rely on their strong bodies and on their aerial maneuverability to fight.' Noah reviewed that information in his mind. 'But this poison was almost able to match my flames.'

Noah felt that something was off, and that wasn't a sensation born only from his knowledge in the magical beasts' field. Even his instincts were telling him that the snake under him didn't match the power of its species.