Chapter Fourteen: Chu Yun's Victory

"You can already transform into a dragon to such a degree!" Kayne was utterly stunned by Shyvana’s transformation.

With her dual-layered armor, Shyvana’s defenses were formidable—her vital points were tightly guarded by dragon scales, leaving no chance for ranged attacks to harm her.

Strategically, Shyvana might have scorned her enemies, but tactically, she did not slacken in the slightest.

Eyeing the knights all mounted on their warhorses, a faint smile curved her lips. Then, two resounding, majestic dragon roars burst forth from her mouth in waves of energy toward the front lines.

"Faas Ru!"

The impact of the sonic energy threw the knightly ranks into chaos—not only did the horses beneath them begin to panic and bolt in terror, but some of the less seasoned riders also lost their nerve and fled madly.

"Hold the line! Steady your mounts!"

"Dismount! Everyone, dismount!"

The terrified, frenzied horses threw their riders to the ground. Even Kayne himself could barely control his own maddened steed; helpless, he had no choice but to dismount and fight on foot.

In the confusion, Shyvana launched her assault. Those thrown from their saddles and paralyzed by fear became her first and most immediate victims.

Her greatsword had yet to ignite with flame—these ordinary soldiers were not worth wasting her energy on. Mere casual swings were enough to cut short their fragile lives.

By the time the knights regrouped on foot, thirteen of their number had already fallen.

Kaya was so enraged he nearly vomited blood, hastily organizing his men into squads to encircle Shyvana from every direction.

"Surround her? Utter foolishness." Shyvana’s gaze locked onto one of the second-rank squad captains. With a powerful beat of her wings, she shot forward, flames erupting once more from her sword.

"She’s too fast!" Kayne, facing a flying opponent for the first time, faltered in the heat of battle.

With the added speed of her wings, Shyvana was a blur. Though she was a heavy swordswoman who relied on strength over agility, her immense power shattered the squad captain’s shield with a single blow.

Blood spurted from the captain’s mouth as he was sent flying a dozen meters, crashing to the ground and unable to rise again.

"Don’t send these ordinary soldiers to their deaths—you're a third ranker, a man! Face me one on one." Shyvana smiled coldly at Kayne.

He felt a wave of embarrassment—he knew he was no match for her, and his only hope lay in numbers.

"All captains, fall back to defend!" Kayne commanded.

The four remaining second-rank captains quickly assembled around Kayne, forming an elite squad, while the rest of the soldiers raised shields and leveled their spears, taking up a full defensive formation.

Shyvana sneered, "Cowards," then attacked again. This time, despite their full defense, she could only severely wound one shield-bearing soldier and failed to kill outright.

Before Kayne could breathe easy, Shyvana had soared into the sky and dove straight toward them.

"Drop your shields! Spear phalanx—aim for the sky and skewer that damned lizard!" Kayne ordered.

Spear formations were ideal against charging foes.

But Shyvana’s tactics were nothing like Kayne anticipated. Just as the two sides were about to clash at close range, she suddenly opened her mouth wide.

"Defend—!"

Before he could finish, a torrent of searing flame erupted from Shyvana’s jaws, engulfing the elite squad at the heart of the knights.

Not only that, but with her high fire resistance, Shyvana rampaged through the inferno, and of the four proud squad captains, three more fell.

"Cleanse!" In desperation, Kayne activated a precious magic scroll he’d kept hidden.

The Cleanse spell was not true battle magic, but a spell used to conjure drinkable water during marches. However, the quantity was enough for hundreds, making it quite effective for extinguishing flames.

After several exchanges, Kayne’s knights had suffered grievous losses—only fifteen remained beside himself and the surviving captain. The warhorses had all fled.

On the other side, Shyvana’s scales were battered and torn, but such minor wounds did nothing to hinder her.

Still, she was no true mage—casting both Dragon’s Breath and Dragon Roar in quick succession had taken its toll, and maintaining her transformed state was exhausting. Shyvana was breathing heavily, her eyes fixed on Kayne, murderous intent radiating from her.

Through all these rounds, Kayne had defended himself well. Though many of his men had fallen, he remained in fighting shape.

Now, Shyvana’s scales began to recede—at last, their strengths were roughly equal.

Kayne could not help but rejoice. Facing a dragonborn who was out of stamina and magic, he believed his victory was within reach.

"Shyvana, this is the day you die!" he declared, though he cautiously led his men in the attack.

"Thunder Lunge!" Kayne unleashed his battle technique, his power surging and his speed skyrocketing.

At the same time, his spear burst forth with dazzling lightning.

His weapon was enchanted—combined with his technique, its power reached its peak. Though it might not slay Shyvana outright, it would wound her grievously. After that, the remainder of the knights could finish her off.

Knowing she could not evade Kayne’s speed, Shyvana chose to defend.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Thunder Lunge was not a single strike but a barrage like a rainstorm. Though Shyvana’s greatsword blocked some, her weariness left her slower than Kayne’s spearwork.

Soon, his spear broke through her guard, piercing her light armor—a surge of electricity coursed through her body.

Shyvana froze, paralyzed, as Kayne raised his spear again—this time, charging it for a finishing blow to pierce her armor and run her through.

With a thunderous roar, Shyvana unleashed her fury as the spear drove into her body.

She cast aside her weapon, sharp claws bursting from her hands as she seized Kayne’s head in an iron grip.

"Monster… Don’t kill me…" Kayne had indeed stabbed her, but in the same instant, his temple was crushed under her claw.

Blood trickled from Shyvana’s mouth as she yanked the crackling spear free, and in the stunned silence that followed, flung it at the last surviving squad captain.

With a sickening thud, the captain fell. Only fifteen stunned soldiers remained, unsure whether to keep fighting.

As they hesitated, Shyvana reached for her belt pouch, and under their terrified gazes, produced a magic scroll.

"Heal!"

A brilliant white light shone forth, and the soldiers, losing all hope, fled in terror.

Only when they had gone did it become clear the scroll was no rare healing spell, but merely a small light spell.

Shyvana had bought herself precious time. With the dragonborn’s regenerative abilities, she could just barely stand once the soldiers were gone.

She was still in poor shape, unable to even collect the spoils of battle.

With a feeble whistle, a fine steed galloped from the tavern stables. Shyvana dragged her greatsword, mounted, and rode away under the fearful, awestruck gazes of those who remained.

In the Mirror World, Chu Yun had witnessed a spectacular battle, but none of that mattered to him. His eyes were fixed on the glowing orbs rising from the ground.

Especially the one that dropped from Kayne—a massive, radiant sphere.

"If someone dies in reality, does loot drop in the Mirror World as well?"