Bab 47: Not Some Weakling

 Luke's afterimages danced around the still Dragon God as he delivered ruthless blows to the humanoid lizard, each strike more power and ruthless than the last. Every connection of sword and flesh releases a powerful shockwave, and blood was spewed. 

 "789! 790! 791!" 

 Luke was moving at a speed that one wouldn't even be able to follow even if they played his actions at 100x slow motion. Hundreds of blade marks were spread across the body of the Dragon God. 

 "867! 868! 869!" 

 Blood had begun to gush out of the wounds Luke had opened up with his relentless assaults, the blood was completely gold in colour and was seething to the touch. Seeing this, Luke sped up the speed of his strikes with a merciless express on his face. 

 He had already gone this far, he was going to finish everything! 

 "900, 901, 902!"