Super Divine Dragon Training System Chapter 8

Chapter 8: Oh My God, This Kid Can Spit Fire

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The Demon Wolf was unable to attack for a long time and was slightly anxious.

Bang!

After a head-on collision, the Demon Wolf retreated five meters. Zhang Xing felt his arm go numb, and he felt very uncomfortable.

The Demon Wolf did not attack like before. Instead, it straightened its limbs, raised its huge head, and opened its mouth to the sky.

Owuu… Wuuu!

The long and terrifying wolf howls spread throughout the night sky and reached the ears of the villagers.

They could not help but shiver, and an infinite sense of fear rose from the bottom of their hearts. Goosebumps covered their entire bodies.

An extremely nervous atmosphere surrounded everyone's hearts.

Even Zhang Xing was no exception. He felt that the Demon Wolf was brewing something, and a particularly dangerous awareness made him take precautions.

Suddenly, the Demon Wolf's eyes emitted a demon-red light. It opened its bloody mouth and spat out a stream of energy.

“Child, quickly dodge, it's a wind blade! This is a demon beast's…”

Before the Village Chief could finish his words, he stopped.

He opened his mouth wide and looked at Zhang Xing foolishly.

“No, I can't! This is impossible!”

“How can a six-year-old child spit fire?”

“Is Zhang Xing also a demon beast?”

“No, Zhang Xing's move seems to be magic!”

At the thought of this, the Village Chief's mind exploded, and his body fell to the ground uncontrollably.

“This child is actually the most respected mage on the continent!”

“Oh my god! A six-year-old mage…”

When the Village Chief was young, he followed his elders to a bigger city and was fortunate enough to meet a respected beginner mage.

He saw the beginner mage wearing a silver-gray magic robe chant a spell in a low voice during the selection ceremony. Then, he shook his hands and a fist-sized fireball ignited the charcoal in the brazier.

As for the magic wolf's wind blade, it was recorded in the hunting manual preserved in the village.

None of the villagers noticed the Village Chief who had fallen to the ground in shock. They were all dumbfounded by the scene in front of them.

Puff!

The wind blade collided with the fireball, or rather, a small flame, and then disappeared in the air.

The Demon Wolf was also startled at this moment, and a trace of surprise appeared in its eyes.

However, it was not as intelligent as a human, so it only shot out wind blades.

A Tier 2 Demon Wolf that could spit out wind blades was exactly the same level as Zhang Xing, who was currently an intermediate warrior and beginner mage.

Although his physical strength was still lacking, in terms of the power of magic, Zhang Xing was clearly superior.

After a few flames were released, the Demon Wolf's wind blades gradually lost their power.

Zhang Xing's confidence soared. The little black dragon's fire-breathing talent was his talent.

How could a dragon be inferior to a wolf? Impossible!

Zhang Xing did not even need to use Meditation. When he used the Fire Spit spell, the fire magic elements in the air surged crazily into his body.

The Demon Wolf was weak and its magic power was weak. The signs of defeat had already appeared and its intention to retreat was obvious.

Just as the Demon Wolf turned around and wanted to escape, Zhang Xing suddenly jumped out and quickly punched. At the same time, the flame pounced on the Demon Wolf before him.

Suddenly, the flame turned into a flame that enveloped the Demon Wolf's calf-sized body.

Roar!

The Demon Wolf was in pain and rolled on the ground, trying to put out the flames on its body.

At this moment, Zhang Xing's fist arrived.

Bang!

Bang!

The Demon Wolf wailed. At this moment, it had completely lost its insufferably arrogant aura. It struggled to get up like a stray dog and fled for its life.

The magic flames burned brighter and brighter, and the smell of burnt fur and roasted meat filled the air.

At this moment, the villagers' spirits were lifted, and their decadent despair and deep worry for Zhang Xing were swept away.

Zhang Xing chased the Demon Wolf to a place about ten miles away from the village, surrounded by barren mountains.

“Black Treasure, come out and exercise!”

Chapter end