Otherworldly Affairs Office-Chapter 699: Saraf’s Hesitation (Please Subscribe)

"It's an arm!" An observant and quick-sighted person exclaimed after seeing the object clearly.

"A dragon claw? Whose dragon claw?" Another person chimed in, echoing the thought. Suhabaru and Saraf looked quite similar after their transformation and both possessed dragon claws, making it difficult to distinguish without careful observation.

Fortunately, the confusion did not last long. Two figures leapt out, quickly revealing the answer: on one side was Saraf with three blood streaks across his chest, courtesy of a claw swipe, and on the other was Suhabaru, gasping for breath, clutching his wound and missing his right arm. Based on injuries alone, it was hard to tell who had the upper hand, but any astute observer would realize that Saraf, by absorbing the impact of a downward force, had sustained such injuries. At the end of their first encounter, Saraf was slightly at a disadvantage.

Knowing this better than anyone else, Saraf was burning with shame-induced anger. Upon leaping out of the dust cloud, he launched another attack. Suhabaru, seeing this, grinned malevolently and lunged forward without backing down. Their injuries healed the moment they began attacking. Suhabaru swung his rapidly regenerating arm, hurling a punch at Saraf's face. Saraf didn't even dodge, allowing the fist to pound his face, enduring the pain, he reversed a punch against Suhabaru's abdomen. This wasn't the end; a pair of wings among the three pairs behind him transformed into bonespikes, extending behind Suhabaru, elevated high, and stabbed ferociously.

"Ugh!" Suhabaru grunted, his expression twisted with pain. Saraf's bone spikes pierced through scales that even Alex's full-force strike could not break through, driving deep into his body, binding him tightly to Saraf, unable to separate.

"See that! This is the true power of a Dragon Bone, while you are merely a misfit cobbled together! Roar!" Finished speaking, the extremely furious Saraf unleashed another high-pitched dragon roar. Unlike the previous roar, this one contained a might of great force, causing those with lesser determination in the skies to feel unstable in spirit, forcing them to lower themselves towards the ground. The so-called demon cultivators among the major planes were especially affected, some even rolling their eyes and falling unconscious upon hitting the ground.

The impacts on others were apparent, but Suhabaru, being the closest, bore the brunt of it. More fatally, the portion of Dragon Race bloodline within him responded to this call, the innate suppression of bloodline causing the Dragon Race power to curl back inside, trembling without exertion. Devoid of a source of strength, Suhabaru immediately fell at a disadvantage, the equal strength dynamic abruptly tipped, allowing Saraf to seize his arms. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

"These couple of moves are payback on behalf of Alex!" Saraf shouted, then quickly twisted Suhabaru's wrist, a crisp crack resounding as both of Suhabaru's arms were forcefully broken. Before he could even cry out in pain, Saraf opened his mouth and released a torrent of Dragon Breath aimed directly at his head.

The same place and scene played out again, except this time, Suhabaru was the victim instead of the perpetrator. Once the Dragon Breath stopped, Saraf finally retracted the bone spikes embedded in Suhabaru's body, releasing his hands and taking two steps back, allowing Suhabaru's helpless body to kneel before him.

"How many minutes?" Saraf looked up at the sky and asked Pei Yan.

Though it appeared as if the fight had been lengthy, everything transpired in a flash. Hearing Saraf's question, Pei Yan smiled and responded, "Half the time has passed, you only have two and a half minutes, but from what I see, your opponent is still lively!"

"That's not your concern!" Saraf replied, turning his gaze back to Suhabaru, who was shaking while standing up from the ground with his drooping, broken arms. With a charred and flesh-torn face, he looked at Saraf with a sneer and taunted, "Come on! If you have the guts, kill me!"

Suhabaru's unexpectedly resilient vitality left Saraf slightly astonished, countless thoughts flashing rapidly through his mind. It seemed he had to resort to one of his trump card techniques to subdue Suhabaru within the remaining time, techniques he had reserved for the Sword Discussion Conference against other Children of Origin. Using them prematurely under such public scrutiny would grant opponents insight into his true abilities. Weighing the pros and cons, deciding whether to use them or not was a dilemma for Saraf.

But Saraf's indecision soon reached a resolution, courtesy of his enemy, Suhabaru. Just as Saraf was momentarily lost in thought, Suhabaru bent his body, placed his hands on the ground, and twisted, resetting the broken bone stubs. His formidable healing power rapidly repaired his injuries. Then, activating his abilities, he murmured, "Adrenaline, five times supply."

Having said this, Suhabaru's muscles swelled, his eyes bulged, and pupils enlarged, breath coming in rapid gasps as he exhaled white vapor. Realizing something was amiss, Saraf attempted a reaction, but he was a moment late as Suhabaru shot forward like an arrow from a bow. Before their clash, Suhabaru's massive tail lashed, winding around Saraf's waist and coiling tightly, while Suhabaru's powered arms and claws struck at his opponent's chest.

Boom! Blood spattered, splashing onto Suhabaru's face, his claws successfully piercing Saraf's scales and entering his chest cavity, reaching even the sternum, allowing him to feel Saraf's heartbeat. Just a bit more force and he could end Saraf's life. However, at this moment, his hands seemed caught by steel clamps, unable to move an inch further.

Seeing victory within reach, Suhabaru refused to give up, preparing to fortify his abilities once more regardless of bodily strain, intending to finish off his opponent. Yet, his ears caught Saraf's chilling voice: "You insignificant, cowardly wretch, you, you dare to grievously wound me! I want you dead!"

With these words, coupled with an earth-shattering dragon roar, just the roar itself sent Suhabaru flying, his tail loosening its grasp. Dizzied and disoriented, upon regaining his senses, he saw Saraf's chest wounds healed. Peering beyond his body, he noted a massive red dragon silhouette lurking behind.

"Prepare to die!" With a barely healed chest whispering pain, Saraf was completely enraged. The three pairs of wings on his back began growing and expanding, reaching the maximum extent his form could bear. Each wing cracked open a small mouth, from which shot beams of various colors, converging into a colorful orb before him!