Kapitel 1126: Fury & Death (Part Two)

Tycondrius furrowed his brows, his expression hidden by his visor. 

How could that half-dead dragon still be so confident? Did he have some kind of Deity-Rank Spell capable of salvaging his inevitable defeat?

If he did-- Tycon was determined to ⌈Spellbreak⌋ it.

Rixen opened his mouth.

⌈Breath Weapon⌋, then?

"⌈Dragon Install.⌋"

Oh. 

Oh. Fuck. 

Tycon raised his sword-- desperately hoping that was the correct action to defend himself. 

He didn't even blink. Rixen's sword somehow passed his guard, its tip pressed against his throat. 

The speed of the movement was incredible. 

Rixen's formless sword art was utterly preposterous. 

His gods-damned arrogance... was *infuriating.* 

Tycon clenched his teeth-- as well as his grip on his sword. 

"Yield," Rixen commanded.

"Tss, no," Tycon scoffed, slapping the blade away with his off-hand.