Teacher by day, Farmer by passion - Chapter 248

Chapter 248: Aftermath [3]
Giyo’s body was a map of wounds, cuts both shallow and deep, bruises blooming across his ribs and chest, one shoulder half-dislocated from repeated impacts but he stood straighter now. Not through pride.

Through something else.

The Spirit Sovereign Wolf circled him warily, silver fur rippling with anticipation.

The dragon remained still, watching, not just with calculation, but with a trace of reverence, like one might show an opponent who had stepped beyond his fate.

“You shouldn’t still be alive,” the dragon murmured, golden eyes narrowing.

“I’m not,” Giyo replied, spear crackling with the dark light of his lifespan technique. “That part of me died with Golgroth.”

And then he moved.

Faster, sharper than before.

He closed the distance between them like thunder splits the sky, and his spear struck first, not at the dragon, but at the wolf.

The Spirit Sovereign met it, claws colliding with the shaft, sparks flying like stars.

But Giyo didn’t relent.

One foot slammed forward with crushing force, and the wolf was knocked back. For the first time, off balance.

The dragon launched next, fire coiling around its fists. It struck in a flurry, ancient martial arts honed over centuries but Giyo danced through it, not with elegance, but with survival-born instinct.

His spear met each strike, absorbing the impact and twisting it aside with feral precision.

The dragon’s eyes widened.

“He’s adapting mid-fight? no, beyond that. He’s changing, evolving.”

The air around Giyo warped, shimmered, pulsed. His aura wasn’t just power anymore, it was echoing.

The wolf lunged again, faster than before, mouth agape with a roar that split the battlefield. Giyo didn’t block.

He turned into the strike.

Claws raked across his ribs but his left hand, bare and bloodied, grabbed the wolf’s wrist mid-slash.

The wolf froze.

Giyo’s grip tightened, and the beast felt its strength being drained.

Not lifespan. Not blood.

Potential.

The dragon’s expression changed instantly. “This… this isn’t a technique.”

Midas touch, watching with narrowed eyes from the shadows, whispered:

“He’s awakening.”

Giyo flung the wolf aside and turned on the dragon next, his steps heavier now but not from exhaustion.

From power.

The dragon met him with a roar and flame, a geyser of golden fire that split the stone but Giyo walked through it.

Flames scorched his skin, blackened the earth, but did not stop him.

Then his spear glowed again, no longer with mere death.

But with something primordial.

He struck once.

The dragon blocked.

The force shattered the stone beneath them.

He struck again.

The dragon deflected.

Its arms shook.

The third strike came with a roar from Giyo’s soul and the dragon was sent flying, crashing through a wall of jagged obsidian pillars.

The battlefield went still.

The wolf, panting heavily, watched with disbelief.

And Giyo stood alone, surrounded by fire, blood, and silence.

Then—

He exhaled.

A faint glow pulsed at his chest. Not just power.

A core. Forming.

He was no longer just a human warrior fighting to survive.

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“Let’s go again,” Giyo rasped, gripping his spear. “I’m just getting started.”

Seeing their battle still not coming to an end.

“Do I have to do everything myself?”

The words came like frost on the wind, laced with disdain.

White Fur, her eight majestic tails fanned out behind her like a snowy halo, stepped forward from the shattered ridgeline where she’d watched in silence.

The temperature dropped instantly.

Her paws barely touched the ground as she walked each step crystallizing the stone beneath with frost so cold it sang.

Her fur glistened like moonlight on snow, and her eyes, those ethereal, ancient eyes, glowed with amusement and irritation.

The three combatants felt her arrival before they saw her.

Giyo’s instinct flared.

The wolf turned sharply, eyes narrowing. “Fox.”

White Fur, she passed by them as if they were beneath her notice, and then without breaking stride, one of her tails curled lightning-fast and scooped Liu Mei from the edge of the battlefield.

“Hey—White Fur!” Liu Mei yelped, squirming as the massive tail hoisted her skyward.

Another tail caught her midair, settling her gently on top of the fox’s head between two silky ears.

“Master, hold on tight. It is dangerous,” the fox said, voice regal, calm, and brimming with ancient power.

Liu Mei clutched the fur between her fingers, eyes wide, but didn’t argue. Not when the wind itself felt like it was holding its breath.

Now, the battlefield had shifted.

The moment the fox stood still, the world seemed to tilt in her favor.

Her presence turned what had been a desperate clash of warriors… into a one-sided massacre in waiting.

Giyo, still standing, shoulders heaving with effort, glared up at her with defiance. “What now? You come to finish what your pets couldn’t?”

But White Fur only looked at him with a slight tilt of her head.

“No. I came to end the noise. You’ve been loud enough.”

Her tails shimmered. One twitched.

The Spirit Sovereign Wolf was gone. Slammed into a distant glacier wall so hard the impact cracked the peak behind it.

The dragon didn’t wait. It erupted in golden flame, aura exploding outward.

“Don’t think you can bully me just because you grew another tail!” it snarled.

But White Fur only raised a paw.

Whoosh.

The fire curled harmlessly away, turning into harmless glittering snowflakes that faded into the wind.

“You’ve had your turn,” she said softly.

Then she moved.

And the world blinked.

She appeared in front of Midas touch not stepping, not teleporting just there, her claws already outstretched.

The dragon didn’t even have time to scream.

CRACK!

It was launched backward, skidding across the battlefield like a ragdoll, carving trenches into the stone and ending with its body half-buried in rubble.

Blood spilled from its mouth.

White Fur turned, all eight tails waving in the wind like war banners.

She walked toward Giyo now.

Not rushing.

Not attacking.

Just walking.

The warrior stood his ground, spear held in both hands.

Giyo watches the fox that killed his soul bond in silence.