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Shut Up, Malevolent Dragon! I Don’t Want to Have Any More Children With You
*Noa*
Every technique in the *Nine Gates of Hell* involves using martial skills to strike the enemy, and the Ninth Gate was no exception.
From an outsiderâs perspective, *Nightâs Armor* looked like a simple flying kick.
However, the power it contained was beyond anyoneâs comprehension.
Even Claudia, who had compiled the ancient texts of the *Nine Gates of Hell*, had never witnessed anyone actually use *Nightâs Armor* in her life.
The dazzling red lion charged forward with unstoppable force toward the Primordial Nightmare.
Blood-red steam spread along its path, resembling a direct route to hell.@@novelbin@@
Everyone watched this final strike intently through the recording stones.
At this moment, Leon carried not just the hopes of the Lionheart Society, but the collective expectations of every citizen of the Empire.
He had to win. He must win!
Intense energy coursed through Leonâs body, searing every vein and bone with crushing pain.
Especially his heart.
Without Rosvisserâs protective dragon scale over it, Leon might have already collapsed along the way.
Just as he was about to unleash *Nightâs Armor*, the silver dragon scale on his chest shone brightly.
The gentle light reflected on Leonâs determined face, as if its original owner were right there with him.
Energy radiated outward, creating a powerful shockwave that lifted the hair off Leonâs forehead. For a fleeting moment, a touch of gratitude and tenderness crossed his fierce gaze.