For the ninth time, his body was moments from becoming a smear on the battlefield. His potions were gone, but he wasn't worried—now was the time.
He healed midway using his last elixir, which he had kept in his mouth. The dragon thought it was another fluke, but more importantly, it was too enraged. The fact that it couldn't kill this weak human with its strength was humiliating. It was certain that the human wouldn't be able to hold on much longer, especially after being thrown around like a rag doll again and again. Hearing Leon grunt in pain gave it twisted satisfaction.
Leon teleported fifty meters away. He couldn't even see the dragon moving properly anymore; everything was based on prediction and spatial awareness, with even the tiniest detail registering in his mind.
All at once!
He poured all his mana into a single point, pushing past his limit, directing it toward a spot where nothing visible existed to the naked eye.
