School Transmigration: I, Chosen as the Saint by Dragons at the Start-Chapter 116 --Poison - Sacred Pure Radiance

The Spectral Shadow Fiend twisted and advanced, closing in on Owen’s neck.

It bit down fiercely.

Owen instantly felt a foreign object piercing his veins, draining his blood continuously.

His energy waned, and he knew that the object was the Fiend’s fang, acting like a pump, voraciously drawing his blood.

A wave of intense weakness surged from the depths of Owen’s being.

Dragons, as an advanced race, naturally possess numerous advantages in various aspects.

However, their one vulnerability lies in their blood, the source of their power.

A dragon’s strength diminishes significantly with the loss of blood.

Young dragons, naturally weak in blood and energy, are often seen as outliers in dragon society.

Now, the Spectral Shadow Fiend was stripping away Owen’s very essence.

Owen wasn’t one to resign himself to fate.

He twisted his head and bit down on the Fiend’s body.

If it could drain him, he could retaliate in kind.

But the moment his teeth made contact with the Fiend, they clamped down on nothingness.

A flicker of confusion crossed Owen’s eyes.

The Fiend’s body, like a shadow cast in darkness, was impervious to attack.

Fortunate for Owen, his extensive combat experience came to the fore.

He immediately channeled the arcanergy in his body, infusing it into his blood with the Gold Divine Dragon Bloodline Arcana ’Sacred Pure Radiance’ that he had acquired upon reaching the master-tier.

This radiance was a natural bane to abyssal creatures.

To Owen, Sacred Pure Radiance was a tonic, enhancing the thickness of his arcanergy and strengthening his physical body.

But for abyssal creatures, it was the most terrifying poison.

Owen had considered using Sacred Pure Radiance against the Spectral Shadow Fiend before, but the Fiend’s elusive movements, coupled with its grandmaster-tier prowess, made it impossible for Owen to land a hit.

Now, with the Fiend within reach, even a three-year-old child could hit it.

The Spectral Shadow Fiend was feasting voraciously, drawing Owen’s blood into its mouth like water from a deep well, its arcanergy levels rising rapidly.

It felt its body’s rules being completed, quickly approaching that of a true grandmaster.

Its form even started to emit a faint golden glow from consuming the blood of a Gold Divine Dragon.

Owen’s body released a golden mist, within which the sorrowful cry of a dragon could be heard.

This was not Owen’s own voice, but the terrified dragon’s roar from within his Gold Divine Dragon bloodline, sensing the imminent danger.

The Spectral Shadow Fiend, hearing the dragon’s cry, laughed arrogantly.

"Scream! Your screams only excite me more. Gold Divine Dragon, I never imagined such a tremendous opportunity would come my way."

However, Owen’s blood, infused with a glow distinct from the other golden hues, rushed into the Fiend’s mouth.

This light was more of a white gold.

Seizing the right moment, Owen finally managed to inject the Sacred Pure Radiance through his blood into the Fiend’s body.

The smile on the Spectral Shadow Fiend’s face vanished abruptly.

It felt an intense burning sensation rising within its body. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

With a terrible scream, the Spectral Shadow Fiend recoiled away from Owen, looking down at its own stomach.

A scorching white-gold radiance was emanating from within, growing brighter and brighter, akin to an incandescent light.

The Fiend’s screams grew more agonizing, as if something indescribable was wreaking havoc inside its stomach.

Owen exhaled in relief, his bone marrow working overtime to produce fresh blood, replenishing his body’s depleted reserves.

"Thank goodness I reacted quickly. If my bone marrow had been drained, my essence would have been depleted," Owen thought to himself, feeling a weight lift from his heart.

The Spectral Shadow Fiend, now in utter agony, had no time to pay attention to Owen.

It rolled around in the sky and on the ground, further damaging the already dilapidated Loka City.

It leaped from the ground, soared high, then crashed down violently, stirring up clouds of dust.

It repeated this cycle, slamming into the mountains near Loka City, as if only external pain could alleviate the torment caused by the Sacred Pure Radiance in its stomach.

Owen sighed, turning to the black protodragon, "Get ready. It seems my Sacred Pure Radiance isn’t as effective as I hoped."

The black protodragon looked stunned; he had thought Owen would be drained to death by the Spectral Shadow Fiend.

He hadn’t expected Owen, the cunning devil, to turn the tables and make the Fiend suffer a setback.

"That’s not effective? It looks like the Spectral Shadow Fiend is in agonizing pain," he said.

Owen shook his head.

He recalled the Gold Divine Dragon he had seen, how its Sacred Pure Radiance enveloped the abyss.

Abyssal creatures that came into contact with it melted away like spring snow under a warm sun.

True Sacred Pure Radiance wouldn’t give abyssal creatures the chance to feel pain.

"My realm isn’t high enough," Owen pondered.

The Spectral Shadow Fiend smashed around hundreds of times, both in the sky and on the ground, leaving the terrain scarred and battered.

The towering walls of Loka City were now pocked with several large holes.

Finn watched in astonishment, "What’s gotten into this Demon? It was feeding just fine, and then suddenly it became like this?"

Berkeley mused in a daze, "Could Mr. Owen’s blood have hallucinogenic effects?"

Morton, with a stern expression and furrowed brows, said, "It’s likely that Mr. Owen did something to his blood, making the Spectral Shadow Fiend suffer a setback."

The others looked at Morton, disbelief in their eyes.

If something had been done to the blood, why hadn’t Owen gone mad?

Not long after, a little more than a minute later, the Spectral Shadow Fiend finally stopped.

It hovered in front of Owen, its red eyes somewhat dimmed, its aura weakened, but its voice still defiant: "You beast, how dare you poison your blood. Sacred Pure Radiance, I didn’t expect you to know such a thing."

The Spectral Shadow Fiend’s condition was dire.

Most severely affected was its stomach, where a dark, jagged hole had formed, far from a clean puncture.

Its belly was shrouded in black mist, obscuring any sight of the internal organs that should have been there.

The surface of its stomach oozed a thick, black liquid, like melted chocolate.

The Spectral Shadow Fiend looked to have taken a significant hit.

The Sacred Pure Radiance had proven to be a potent poison for abyssal creatures, piercing right through the Fiend’s stomach.

"Is that all?" Owen’s expression was grave.

He hadn’t expected Sacred Pure Radiance to cause only such minor trouble for the Spectral Shadow Fiend.

The situation seemed more ominous.

"Hmph, if you dare to suck my blood again, I’ll hit you with another dose of Sacred Pure Radiance," Owen bluffed, hoping to buy some time.

The Spectral Shadow Fiend, with a cold face, watched Owen warily.

"Bold words in the presence of the great Spectral Shadow Fiend. You should be proud to be my offering."

"Ptui! What are you?" Owen retorted, his eyebrows twisted in disdain.

The Spectral Shadow Fiend narrowed its eyes and licked its lips.

"No choice then. If the offering won’t obey, I’ll have to kill you. I must use deadly force, although it will affect the quality of your blood."

Owen’s face darkened instantly.

He hadn’t expected the Spectral Shadow Fiend to give him no quarter.

The Fiend showed no arrogance or contemplation of how to counter the Sacred Pure Radiance; instead, it was ruthlessly focused on attacking him.

Owen doubted his ability to hit the Fiend with Sacred Pure Radiance in a real fight.

He hadn’t reached the level where he could spread Sacred Pure Radiance like the sun.

What to do now?

The Spectral Shadow Fiend wasted no time, twisting its body and launching a deadly assault aimed straight at Owen’s neck, intending to decapitate him.

With the Fiend now seriously out for blood, Owen, already at a disadvantage, felt even more overwhelmed.

However, after exchanging over fifty moves, Owen’s eyes began to glow with a golden light, his mind racing.

Previously, he couldn’t land a hit on the Spectral Shadow Fiend, which anticipated every one of his defenses and evaded his attacks.

But now, they were actually exchanging blows.

Owen could even inflict damage on the Fiend.

This was telling.

"You’ve weakened. Sacred Pure Radiance has had an irreversible effect on you," Owen realized.

The Spectral Shadow Fiend’s face changed, and its movements quickened by a fraction, its onslaught becoming more ferocious.

"So what if my essence is injured? I’ll easily kill you."

Owen wasn’t intimidated; this indicated a significant regression in the Fiend’s strength.

The previously arrogant Spectral Shadow Fiend didn’t need words to assert its power.

Witnessing the Fiend’s feigned ferocity, Owen laughed heartily, his laughter echoing like thunder: "Good, let’s have a proper fight. I’ve just stepped into the master-tier myself."

"Dragon boy, you’re too arrogant," the Fiend snarled.

Mist swirled in its hands, and a pair of black, misty claws suddenly extended, carrying an intense chill as they bore down on Owen.

Owen met the attack with his dragon claws, golden light flickering in his hands.

His claws, covered in golden holy light, seemed enchanted, inflicting real damage on the Spectral Shadow Fiend.

"Is this dragon really so troublesome?" the Fiend thought, a red glint in its eyes.

"No, I must take him down quickly."