Combat

Matthew knew this battle was inevitable, so he didn't waste any more words.

As he focused his mind, the [Firebird Spell Scroll] flew out of his spatial bracelet with a "whoosh" and slowly floated in mid-air.

Instantly, the [Firebird Spell Scroll] glowed red, and magic flowed rapidly through the spell's loop.

The next moment, the blazing spell model transformed into a giant firebird, flapping its wings and soaring out.

Eamon let out a cold snort, his expression calm and composed, showing no sign of panic.

As his magic flowed, the raised patches on his skin turned transparent, and a thick layer of dragon scales covered his entire body.

He casually threw a punch, which landed on the giant firebird that was rushing towards him.

"Bang—" The giant firebird exploded instantly, and the huge impact echoed in the underground cavern.

"Whoosh—" Amon's figure shot out from the thick white smoke and appeared in front of Matthew in an instant.

He was incredibly fast, and using the momentum of his forward charge, he unleashed a powerful punch.

Matthew didn't dodge. He suddenly exerted force with his legs, which propelled his lumbar spine, and used the power of his entire body to transfer it to his arm, delivering a heavy punch as well.

"Bang—" The dragon scales collided with the rocks, producing a huge explosion.

The two of them took several steps back before regaining their balance.

Matthew raised his hand and glanced at his fist, which was covered by rocks. He noticed several cracks on it, and small pieces of debris were falling to the ground.

Amon witnessed this and couldn't help but let out a cold laugh: "Looks like your fists aren't hard enough."

No sooner had he finished speaking than he gave Matthew no chance to catch his breath, and sprinted forward again, charging toward him once more.

However, Matthew remained calm and quickly circulated his magic power, causing the fire element flowing in the air to rapidly condense into dozens of scorching runes in front of him.

The runes layered upon each other, connecting with one another, and a spell model instantly appeared.

"Crack, crack—" The moment the [Burning Claws] spell model was completed.

A fiery claw with terrifyingly high temperature shattered out and grabbed straight at the figure that was rushing towards it.

Amon could feel the terrifying pressure emanating from the fiery claws, and he was startled, not daring to confront it head-on.

His feet tapped rapidly, and his forward-rushing body quickly changed direction, dodging to the side.

"Hiss—" [Burning Claw] tore through the air with a hiss, brushing past Amon's figure.

Although he didn't get hit head-on by the [Burning Claw], he was still grazed by its edge.

Under the terrifying heat, the dragon scales on Amon's body began to soften and showed signs of melting.

However, before he could even catch his breath, another claw burning with scorching flames reached out to grab him.

Amon dared not be careless and retreated rapidly, leaving the range of the [Burning Claws] attack and maintaining a safe distance from Matthew.

He looked at Matthew with a serious expression, thinking, "It seems this kid used this witchcraft to kill Mold."

However, although this spell is powerful, its casting range is too short. As long as you maintain your distance and then cast [Storm Cutter], he will surely die with the defensive power of his [Rock Body].

However, before Amon could even activate his magic to cast a spell, he felt an even more terrifying pressure than the [Burning Claw] he had just experienced.

A scroll shimmering with brilliant light slowly floated above the other person's head.

Matthew manipulated the [Lightfall Spell Scroll] while channeling his internal magic power to his fingertips.

Then, he touched the floating scroll, and a torrent of magical power poured into it.

Instantly, the [Lightfall Spell Scroll] shone brightly, dazzling and brilliant, with dense light elements converging, and the spell model was completed in an instant.

The next moment, a compressed sphere of light containing terrifying light elements suddenly shot out.

Draven, hiding in the distance, was stinging in the eyes from the dazzling light emitted by the compressed orb.

He instinctively closed his eyelids, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.

Amon gasped in astonishment: "This is the [Lightfall Spell Scroll]?"

He wasn't unfamiliar with this type of scroll, but he had never seen a [Lightfall Spell Scroll] with such terrifying power.

Seeing the energy-compressed light sphere about to shoot towards him, Amon didn't have time to think.

He channeled his magic to its fullest extent, and thick earth elements rapidly gathered around him.

Then, he slammed his hands on the ground, and quicksand gathered, forming a thick wall of rock and earth that rose high in front of him.

"Boom—" The energy-compressed light sphere slammed into the earthen wall and exploded, accompanied by a loud bang that echoed through the underground cavern, shattering the thick earthen wall into pieces.

Amon was also affected by the terrifying aftershocks of this energy. His dragon scales were blown off, his chest became a bloody mess, and large amounts of blood gushed from his wounds.

He cursed, "Damn it! How can his [Lightfall Scroll] be so powerful?"

However, before Emundo could think further, a look of fear suddenly appeared on his face.

As the [Lightfall Spell Scroll] above Matthew's head began to build again, a terrifying burst of light element erupted once more.

Seeing that the next compressed energy sphere was about to be condensed, Amon didn't think twice and immediately took out a metal sphere from his spatial artifacts.

This metal sphere is his trump card, a one-time defensive item capable of withstanding damage up to 700 degrees Celsius. It was made by an alchemy master from Sky City.

As Eamon's thoughts raced, the metal sphere flew rapidly in front of him, spinning and unfolding layer by layer to form a honeycomb-shaped metal shield, blocking his way.

He knew that the metal ball could only hold out for a short while, and if he didn't have any other backup plans today, he would surely be defeated by this kid.

Thinking of this, Amon steeled his resolve, gritted his teeth, and transformed his magic into a giant hand, reaching for Draven.

Seeing himself enveloped by a magical hand, Draven panicked and his voice trembled.

"Grandfather, what are you doing?"

Eamon's face was icy cold, and he did not answer.

As he focused his mind, a magical hand violently pulled Draven up and threw him toward the strange and ferocious stitched-together monster.

Upon seeing the flesh and blood food being delivered, the stitched-up monster, which had been listlessly lying on the ground, suddenly revealed a fierce glint in its eyes.

It slowly opened its gaping maw to meet the Draven that was being thrown at it.

"Grandfather! I am your grandson!!!"

"Aaaaaah! No!!!"

Draven, suspended in mid-air, looked horrified and let out a series of piercing screams.

The next moment, the stitched-up monster's massive jaws slammed shut, and a spray of blood mist spewed from between its teeth, abruptly silencing Draven's screams.

"Crunch, crunch—" After a tooth-grinding chewing sound, the stitched behemoth's throat rolled, completing the swallow.

Suddenly, a strange change began to occur on its body. The flesh altar beneath its feet shone brightly red, as if it were undergoing the final ritual of transforming into a wyvern.

"Boom—" Just then, the compressed energy sphere struck the honeycomb metal shield, instantly exploding and releasing a tremendous amount of energy.