The dragon's harem - Chapter 1519: Claug Fight

Chapter 1519: Claug Fight

“Unlike that little girl, Denki, I can go all out against you.” Claug smiled and looked back at Lola, “But, not in front of her.”

Arad nodded and sucked them both into his stomach, landing on a massive stone that floated in his stomach, a remnant of the world he destroyed fighting Rey and Ray.

Now, it was only the two of them around, Arad and Claug, facing each other in the lightless void.

With a flick, Arad summoned a [Ho-white Nova] to illuminate the boulder, making it easier for Claug to see. He didn’t have a problem with the darkness, but she might’ve had one.

“Lola isn’t watching now.” Arad looked at Claug, “You can stretch a bit.”

Claug did just that and stretched, “AH, it’s been a few hundred years since I needed to go all out.” He could hear her heart slowly beating faster and faster, growing louder by the second.

“You weren’t serious, even at the Storm Titans?” Arad cracked his neck, and his heart started rumbling as well, beating like drums. Both of their bodies were getting ready for something extreme, for a fight that might stress their limits.

Claug giggled, “Of course not, if I were serious, I would’ve killed everyone there, the Titans included.” She looked at Arad with a grin and threw him a kiss.

But that kiss wasn’t normal; a heart-shaped green cloud emerged from her lips and flew toward him.

Did the fight start? No, not yet.

The cloud was made of hundreds of deadly poisons, all mixed together to a single puff of death.

Poison’s main power is versatility. While all the common and rare poisons are known and have antidotes already made for them, creatures like green dragons can concoct poisons on the fly, which means no antidote exists for them.

Depending on the individual green dragon and its habitat. They could have hundreds or even thousands of individual poisons that they could mix. Even someone like Alcott won’t have an antidote ready for each poison.

The effects range from paralysis to hallucination and mood swings. A green dragon can put people to sleep, melt their organs from the inside, or even send them into a psychosis.

Some green dragons would even mix poisons to get humanoids addicted to them to force them to work as slaves.

So looking at the green, heart-shaped cloud flying toward him, Arad wasn’t fooled, not even for a second. That thing was just a distraction; the real poison cloud was invisible, flying ahead of the heart by a few feet.

Arad took a step to the side, evaded the real poison cloud, and waved his hand across, catching the green heart with a smile. “I’ll take this one, thank you.” And then, without wasting a second, he jumped at Claug with a clenched fist.

She took a step forward and lifted her arm, punching Arad’s fist out of the way. “Aren’t you a bit too violent?”

“The fight already started. And, you deflected my punch. Do you know how heavy that punch was?” Arad threw his other hand forward and grabbed her by the neck, only for her to jump and wrap her legs around his arm, dropping him to the ground in an arm breaker.

Claug turned, pulled on Arad’s forearm with all of her might, and ripped it off with a roar.

Unlike all other green dragons, who mainly relied on their poison, Claug was built like a tank, with enough physical power and durability to put most people to shame. She had the genetic gift of physical power and might, turning her into a hulking drakaina.

If she were born a human, she might’ve stood close to seven feet with enough muscles and strength to shame the strongest of barbarians. That explains why, as a drakaina, her humanoid form rivaled Arad in size, almost being as tall as he.

Claug jumped away from Arad and stared at him with a smile. “Look how you are down, dropped by a beautiful lady in a one-piece dress and wearing high heels.

Arad stood with a pant, “Listen, is this why you didn’t want Lola to watch the fight? No, you don’t want Tiamat to see what you can do.” Arad did speak, but at that moment, he was blind, deaf, and felt no power in his whole body.

Even his regeneration was far slower than it should be. First, his bones grew back, followed by the muscles and veins, and lastly, his arm was covered with skin, a process that took almost three seconds.

Claug lifted her hand and licked her forearm, “This is just one thing. Like all green dragons, all of my bodily fluids are highly toxic. But, unlike other dragons, in my failed attempts to control my body and take a human shape, I ended up finding a way to be able to control those toxins and poisons.”

Claug’s forearm started smoking, “Usually, a green dragon can only mix the poison of our fangs and breath, not our sweat, tears, and other things. But I can mix them all.”

She approached Arad, walking like a cat, and touched his face, “Do you feel them? The tiny hairs on my body? So small, so faint, almost invisible. But those tiny needs are sharp, deadly, and all packed full with whatever unholy mixture I want.”

She giggled, whispering into his ear, “You can’t touch me without getting poisoned.”

“This is the first of my three powers that I don’t want anyone to know about.” She moved back because Arad was rapidly recovering from the poison.

“AH… that hurt like hell.” He growled and looked at her, “I guess you can turn it off?”

“I can, but I’m not going to do that for this fight.” She shrugged, “You can find a solution around that, can’t you?”

Arad straightened back up and sighed, “Of course, I already figured one.” He approached slowly, reached Claug, threw his hand forward, and grabbed her by the neck. “See? I’m fine now.” She could feel his hand clenching tight around her neck.

“Ah… that feels nice. A little bit tighter,” She then looked at him with a grin, “So your solution is wearing gloves? Ones made from barrier magic?”

“Gloves? I’m wearing a full-body suit.”

Arad then suddenly flung Claug around and smacked her on the ground like a rampaging ape; even if she was as tall as he, they still looked like a woman facing a muscular gorilla.

A second later, Arad’s arm snapped in half, and he stared at the rotting stump with a passive face, as if he expected such a thing.

Claug stood from the ground, his rotten forearm dangling from her hand, her long green claws piercing it from one side to the other. “Your full-body suit doesn’t look durable enough to endure my claws.”

She swung her hand, threw his arm to the ground, and licked her long claws clean. “Pierces at least still work.”

As Arad looked down, he noticed the rot spreading up his arm; the poison was rapidly breaking down his muscles and bones into a mush. Without hesitating for a second, he chopped off his whole arm and regenerated a new one.

“I can heal all year long. But what about you? Can you survive?” He asked, and Claug reached up, touching her neck. The red marks of his fingers were still there.

Unlike him, she can’t heal as fast since she has to rely on potions and whatever poison she makes for that. Yes, Claug has poisons that heal, but they always have another bad effect. The one she uses most is a poison that accelerates healing, but it makes the person feel a bit drunk. It works just like stamina potions.

Claug then smiled, “Depends…” She then looked at her chest and shoulders. “I’m starting to sweat. This is going to end fast.”

Arad didn’t need her to explain; he already noticed that when her sweat evaporates, it fills the air with poisons and toxins. Besides a poison that weakens the muscles, she had many other deadly toxins mixed in.

Due to how complex and intricate Claug’s poisons are, Arad couldn’t even count on his other Incarnation making antidotes on the fly. He was nowhere near Claug’s skill with poisons, and he won’t even try challenging her in alchemy.

The solution to this fight was obvious. Absolute aggression, he had to knock her out before the poison could drop him. But, while that would look like a win today, in reality, it would only result in a draw in a real fight.

Today, Claug would give him an antidote after the fight ends, so he’ll live. Aggression would work, but it won’t feel right.