radicalducati Chapter 1714 Impenetrable Defense!
Chapter 1714 Impenetrable Defense!
The seven wind swords descended upon Max from every direction, and the sharpness contained within them was so terrifying that even the air around him seemed to be sliced into countless invisible fragments.
One sword came from above like heavenly punishment, one rushed straight toward his chest, two curved in from both sides, one shot toward his back, while the remaining two swept low toward his legs with enough speed and precision to tear apart any opening in his defense.
The Death Wind concept wrapped around all seven swords like a gray-green mist, spreading a cold and rotten aura that made the ruined stones beneath Max's feet lose their color, and for an instant, it truly looked as if he had been sealed inside a cage of deathly wind blades with no path of retreat.
However, Max only gave a light smirk.
"Dragon Scales Transformation."
The moment those words left his mouth, a deep and ancient power awakened inside his body.
A low dragon roar seemed to echo from within his blood, and the aura around Max changed completely. It was no longer merely the aura of a powerful human genius. It became heavier, older, and far more domineering, as if some ancient dragon sleeping inside his flesh had finally opened its eyes.
In the next instant, black dragon scales began spreading across his skin at a frightening speed. They appeared first on his arms, then crawled over his shoulders, chest, neck, face, back, and legs until his entire body was covered in a layer of dark, gleaming dragon scales.
Each scale looked like it had been forged from black divine metal, smooth yet sharp, cold yet alive, and faint chaotic patterns could be seen moving across their surface like tiny rivers of darkness.
Max lowered his gaze slightly and looked at his own body.
A faint smile appeared on his face.
"This is the first time I have fully entered a complete Dragon Scales Transformation since my Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline evolved to its peak," Max muttered to himself, his voice calm, but the satisfaction hidden within it was impossible to miss.
The transformation was different from before.
Far different.
In the past, his dragon scales had already been powerful, but now that his Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline had reached its peak evolution, every scale covering his body seemed to contain an overwhelming defensive force that far surpassed his previous state.
It was not simply armor. It was a manifestation of his bloodline, his flesh, his vitality, and the tyrannical nature of a chaotic dragon compressed into physical form.
The moment the transformation was complete, Max's entire presence became more oppressive, and even though he had not released any violent energy, the participants outside the arena felt as if a monstrous creature had suddenly appeared in human form.
Then Max smiled and began walking toward the elven woman.
His steps were not fast.
They were calm and steady.
It was as if the seven terrifying wind swords rushing toward him from every direction did not exist at all.
The elven woman's eyes narrowed, and the moment she saw Max walking forward instead of defending or dodging, her fingers moved slightly, causing the seven wind swords to erupt with even greater speed and power.
The gray-green Death Wind concept around them became denser, and the sharpness they released turned even more frightening as they finally struck Max's body.
Clang!
The first wind sword slashed against Max's shoulder.
Instead of cutting through flesh, the wind sword shattered the instant it touched the black dragon scales, exploding into a raging wave of wind that swept violently across the arena.
The destructive wind rushed outward with a sharp howl, tearing apart the stones nearby, yet Max's shoulder remained completely unharmed. Not even a scratch appeared on his scales.
The elven woman's expression changed.
Before she could fully react, the second sword struck Max's chest.
Clang!
It shattered as well.
The third sword pierced toward his back, but the moment its tip touched the black scales covering him, the entire blade cracked from tip to hilt before bursting apart into chaotic wind.
The fourth and fifth swords arrived at almost the same time, one targeting his neck and the other aiming at his waist, yet both were destroyed the instant they made contact.
Their sharpness, their speed, and even the terrifying Death Wind concept hidden within them failed to penetrate the defense of Max's dragon scales.
Max did not stop walking.
His pace did not change.
His smile did not fade.
Clang! Clang!
The final two wind swords struck his legs, and just like the others, they exploded into waves of violent wind without leaving behind the slightest wound.
The Death Wind concept tried to invade his body, tried to corrode his vitality, and tried to slip through the gaps between his scales, but it could not find even the smallest opening. Max's dragon scales were like an absolute wall, rejecting every trace of the elven woman's power with brutal simplicity.
In only a few breaths, all seven wind swords were destroyed.
The raging wind spread across the arena, turning the battlefield into a storm of broken stone, gray-green energy, and scattered wind blades, but Max continued walking through it all as if he were merely strolling through a gentle breeze.
The storm struck his body from every side, but the black dragon scales covering him gleamed coldly beneath the light, completely untouched.
The Combat Hall fell into stunned silence.
The humans stared at Max with wide eyes, their hearts pounding violently.
The demons, who had only just recovered from seeing him obliterate five of their own with his bare fists, now felt their expressions stiffen once more, because this was no longer only terrifying strength.
This was also terrifying defense. If attacks of that level could not even scratch him, then how were ordinary participants supposed to fight him at all?
The elves were even more shocked.
They knew the power of the elven woman's seven wind swords better than anyone. They knew how pure her wind element was, and they knew how dangerous her fifth level Death Wind concept could be once it touched a body.
Even among elven geniuses, her attack was not weak. Yet Max had not blocked it with a technique. He had not avoided it with movement. He had simply allowed the swords to strike him directly, and every single one of them had shattered against his body.
The elven woman stood frozen for a moment, her calm expression finally breaking.
Her clear eyes trembled slightly as she looked at the black dragon scales covering Max's body. She had expected him to be strong. She had expected him to have some hidden method. She had even prepared herself for the possibility that he would destroy her seven wind swords with a powerful attack.
But she had never imagined that he would simply walk through them and remain completely unharmed.
"How is his defense this strong?" she thought, her heart tightening.
Among the elves, the golden-haired prince's narrowed eyes became sharper than ever.
Max stopped only a short distance away from the elven woman.
The remnants of the destroyed wind swords still raged around him, but none of it could harm him.
He looked at her and smiled faintly.
"Is that all the test you prepared?"