<h4>Chapter 2223: Chapter 2223: Dragon yer</h4>


    "I’m armed, and you’re not, that’s the advantage!" Ilia Danvers punched forward,nding a blow that collided with Trent Marsh’s fist.


    In his other hand, he gripped the dragon bone knife and thrust it viciously!


    p!


    Trent Marsh dodged to the side, grabbing Ilia Danvers’s wrist.


    "Despicable."


    He cursed lightly.


    "Haha! An extra inch, an extra power!" Ilia Danvers twisted his body, flinging the dagger away with a backhand.


    He took the dagger between his toes, kicking backward!


    Trent Marsh dodged again.


    ng!


    The dragon bone dagger embedded itself in the wall.


    The hard rock shattered into fragments!


    "Come again! Is that all you’ve got?" Trent Marsh kicked out, colliding fiercely with Ilia Danvers!


    Boom!


    With this collision, both exerted their full strength!


    They each stepped back a few paces.


    Albeit in opposite directions.


    "Neither of us can win or lose, I suggest we continue another day. It’s getting dark, I’m tired," Trent Marsh said calmly, showing no signs of difort.


    "I agree. We are both top fighters, without an audience, it’s too dull. Shall we schedule another time for a match?"


    Ilia Danvers responded calmly, "You’re a worthy opponent, I take this duel very seriously."


    "Alright, it’s settled. Let’s fight another day," Trent Marsh said, turning to leave.


    Just as he turned around, he suddenly spun back, throwing a Golden Needle with force!


    At the same moment, Ilia Danvers, who had also turned, spun back, throwing the dagger!


    ng!


    In mid-air, the dagger and the Golden Needle collided, bouncing back respectively.


    "Haha, just a test." Trent Marshughed loudly, then vanished instantly from the spot.


    "Puff!"


    After just a few steps, he leaned against the wall, spitting out blood.


    The old wounds were unhealed, and now there were new injuries.


    Since Silvio Reed had said that the Nether Hall wasn’t as the outside world imed, he saw no need to linger here.


    Underground.


    Ilia Danvers also leaned against the wall, spitting blood.


    He sat on the ground in pain, struggling continuously.


    Already severely injured and not healed, now things had worsened.


    The dragon inside him stirred restlessly, ready to break out of Ilia Danvers’s body, kill the host, and emerge from within.


    "No! I can’t die!" Ilia Danvers managed to stand up, kneeling on the ground, vomiting continuously.


    The yellow liquid increased, the veins on his forehead bulged!


    He cried out in extreme agony!


    "Ugh..." Ilia Danvers’s eyes were filled with unwillingness and anger!


    "Damn it, if I hadn’t met a strong enemy just now, you wouldn’t have had a chance."


    Yet the dragon inside him seemed to respond with even stronger impacts.


    "Damn it! I can’t die like this! Thousands of years of nning can’t fail at thest moment!" He reached out, trying to reach the rebounded dragon bone dagger.


    But he failed.


    "Uh..." The yellow liquid in Ilia Danvers’s mouth wasn’t just dripping anymore, but flowing out like water.


    The dragon moved faster inside his eyes, he almost lost control of his body!


    "No!" Ilia Danvers sat weakly, his back against the wall, desperation showing in his eyes.


    His mouth opened wide, and faintly, a dragon’s head emerged from within.


    Ilia Danvers’s body convulsed, almost losing the ability to act, watching helplessly as the dragon broke free from his body.


    This method of dragon incubating was very mysterious.


    Ilia Danvers’s own body was a dragon egg.


    As long as he trapped the dragon inside, the dragon would gradually die, bing his puppet.


    And he himself would be the true dragon.


    The sess rate of this method was extremely low, but once sessful, it would be an unparalleled existence.


    He had prepared for thousands of years to increase the chances of sess.


    But he never expected that in the final moment, an ident would ur.


    Destiny, perhaps.


    Ilia Danvers felt helpless.


    The chaos had just begun, and he was already gone.


    It was somewhat bleak.


    "s." Ilia Danvers sighed, acknowledging that he couldn’t fight destiny.


    At that moment.


    Footsteps approached.


    Ilia Danvers opened his mouth wide, the dragon inside started to appear.


    A dragon head emerged from his mouth.


    The body was pushing out too.


    "Karen..." Ilia Danvers looked at the neer, speaking unclearly.


    Karen had arrived unexpectedly.


    "Go, the dragon will kill you." He spoke with difficulty, but managed to say it.


    "I want to ask you something, how can my brother Terry Moore survive?" Karen approached,pletely ignoring the dragon head, grabbing his neck and shaking him: "Tell me! My brother can’t die!"


    "I... am powerless..." Ilia Danvers struggled, realizing it was useless.


    Too difficult.


    "Tell me quickly." Karen shouted loudly.


    But it was meaningless.


    "Speak! Speak up!"


    Karen pushed him frantically.


    Even as the dragon head shook uncontrobly, the body emerged a bit.


    "I don’t know." Ilia Danvers said helplessly.


    "Fine!" Karen picked up the dragon bone on the ground, standing in front of him.


    "Kill me? Alright, make it quick." Ilia Danvers closed his eyes, saying nothing more.


    Waiting for death.


    Crack!


    Karen gripped the dagger, stabbing it fiercely.


    Ilia Danvers opened his eyes wide, taking a deep breath!


    A dragon’s roar sounded.


    The dagger was precisely embedded in the dragon head.


    The dragon retreated violently, roaring continuously.


    The previously lifeless Ilia Danvers seemed energized, swallowing the dragon back directly!


    The power surged again!


    "Brother, you saved me." Ilia Danvers was surprised that the dragon bone could kill the dragon, he stood up excitedly and grabbed Karen: "Since you saved me, I can’t let you die!"


    He knocked Karen out with a palm strike, carrying her away quickly.


    The dragon retreated.


    But it wasn’t dead, though it was close to death.


    On the snowy field.


    Julius Reed was roasting a fire.


    A figure appeared before him.


    "Can I have some?" the visitor asked coldly.


    "Sure." Julius Reed nced up, making room for a seat.


    "Can I have a bite?" Pruitt Wilde asked again.


    "Feel free, and if you want a drink, that’s fine too." Julius Reed took out white liquor, tossing it over.


    "Thanks. Someone wants to kill you, I can’t eat for free, I’ll help you with that." Pruitt Wilde disappeared.


    When he reappeared, he was holding three heads, tossing them to the ground.


    "Mont’s people, they’ve likely been watching you for a while."


    He epted the liquor, grabbing the skewered meat, unceremoniously.


    "Warrior, what power do you belong to?" Julius Reed masked in disguise,bined with reined-in strength, Pruitt Wilde didn’t think much.


    "No power, just an ordinary person." Pruitt Wilde was eating, suddenly looked up, gazing into the distance.


    A snowmobile was racing towards them.


    He took a bite from the skewered meat and sighed, "Can’t even eat a meal in peace."