Villain Ch 1535. Too Messy, Too Wild
That was what made it hard—not the strength of the dragons, but the concentration required. He couldn't settle into a rotation. He couldn't focus on one enemy. The second he dropped his guard, one of them was already behind him, jaws open, fire building.
Allen spun, parried Valkazir's tail, then immediately ducked as a blast of frost from Selgoraith passed overhead, freezing a whole section of the platform solid. Vivian slipped—but recovered, hurling her whip around a spike to catch her fall.
Allen narrowed his eyes.
Too messy.
Too wild.
But he could cut through it.
He gripped his sword tighter, muscles coiling like springs.
And then— Allen lunged.
