CHAPTER 135 KING BLARDEN

"Hahaha! Is running all you can do?" King Blarden mocks the white centaur, hoping that this will infuriate him, but unfortunately, his opponent just calmly shot an arrow at him while continuing to retreat, not trying to hide his intention at all.

King Blarden is annoyed; the arrows might not be as strange as the spear of the black centaur, but this does not mean that they are weak; on the contrary, the power of each shot causes his tough muscles to ache.

Not only that, there seems to be an ability that is penetrating his physical body and even interfering with his metal Qi; this pisses him off. He wants to fight his enemy in close quarter combat, as this is the style that he is best at.

Unfortunately for him, the twin centaurs seem to be the bane of existence. The black centaur has a unique energy that suppresses his innate abilities and also has a spear that ignores his species natural tough bodies.

Meanwhile, the white centaur is not planning on fighting him on his turf and continues to exhaust him with a hit-and-run style of fighting, forcing him to expend as much stamina and energy as possible.

"Pesky bxstard!" Roars King Blarden. He punches and throws a powerful, vitally powered attack; it is in the shape of a fist, but even with such an attack, it was destroyed by his opponent's arrow. The expression of the white centaur is still the same.

'I am not that good at fighting in long-range combat; I do not want to admit it, but unless that bxstard stops running away, I am incapable of dealing any damage to him.' This thought flashes in his head.

ROAR! ROAR! Two dragons appear and simultaneously fire their dragon breath at the white centaur. King Blarden's eyes light up, and he instantly knows that this is his opportunity to attack. Without hesitation, he charges at his opponent.

(Acceleration)

He had been saving this skill just to surprise his opponent; unfortunately for him, the white centaur ignores the descending dragon breaths and only focuses on him.

"How foolish." He calmly states. His body glows into an extremely bright light, his speed increases, and he reappears in another location. It is as if he had teleported. He then shoots the two dragons that meddle with their battle.

"Chill!" Thunder roars as he advances towards the white centaur. The one thing that he is most confident of is his speed. Seeing this, Chill follows after him, not caring about the arrow that is flying towards him.

"Utterly foolish." Once again, the white centaur calmly mocks the action of his enemies; the arrow that was for Thunder curves, seemingly having a mind of its own, follows after his target relentlessly.

'Oh? An arrow that is capable of locking on its target 'Startled, Thunder quickly realised that he would collide with the arrow sooner or later.

'Since I cannot dodge you, I will destroy you! ' Killing intent flashes in his eyes as he spreads his claws, preparing himself for the inevitable collision.

PENG! The arrows might be big in the eyes of the humans, but they are tiny for him. Even with such a size, they are packed with power. He is pushed back by the power of the attack, and they contain a strange energy that clashes with that of his dragon, Qi.

Meanwhile, Chill does not care about the arrow and takes it head-on; he is confident in his confidence. This was not a great idea, and he learns this the hard way. After the arrow hits his body, his scales, which he is so proud of, and his armour, which he likes to show off, were both destroyed by the arrow.

It might not have caused much harm, but the result shocked him. What he does not know is that the white centaur is also surprised by this; his arrow failed to do lethal harm to his target even after the latter took it head-on.

"You two are more entertaining than that dancing monkey; I have decided I will deal with you guys before finishing that lowly and inferior being," the white centaur confidently states.

He takes out a brand new set of arrows; these are different from the earlier ones that he had been using, and they contain some sort of energy that unnerves both Chill and Thunder. Both can sense that these arrows were created to counter their kind.

"Dragon slaying arrows." Thunder's voice is both grim and anxious; in the hands of others, he would not be so afraid, but in the hands of the white centaur, it is basically a death sign for the two of them.

"Younglings retreat!" Suddenly, a golden figure came crashing down between their two sides; it was King Blarden. Using the opportunity that the two had given him, he collected many things in his way.

The white centaur raises his eyebrow, and he cannot help but ask, "Are you trying to make me laugh, foolish monkey?"

Even though the two dragons think so, King Blarden is carrying many things, and the three know that he is intending to use the things that he is carrying for ammo.

King Blarden does not care about their strange expressions; he throws a large rock at the white centaur and, at the same time, fires a flying fist energy towards him. He is trying to combine these two attacks to even out their differences.

"Chill, prepare to engage. King Blarden is not just stupidly trying to fight against that centaur; he is actually trying to cover for us." Seeing this, Thunder quickly informs his brother before descending.

Both separate and activate their domain; they know that they can only go all out in order to actually hurt their enemy. King Blarden is inwardly guilty, knowing that he is using the two to reach his opponent.

He can no longer deny that, compared to Shadow, he is rather useless; his combat style is full of holes.