Chapter 1355 - 535: Simple Happiness (Part 3)

Chapter 1355: Chapter 535: Simple Happiness (Part 3)

"Found you..."

Ron gently caressed the pocket watch, accurately pinpointing Leila’s true location.

No matter how she shifted and moved, in his perception, she was as clear as a star in the night sky.

But that wasn’t enough.

Leila was incredibly fast, even predicting her location made striking her still a monumental challenge.

He needed an opportunity, a chance for the hound to reveal a flaw.

"Aselia! Dragon Mighty!"

The little girl understood, taking a deep breath.

Though her strength was severely limited, the majesty of the Ancient Dragon Race was no mere decoration.

"VORTH’GAR THEK SULANI! (Tremble!)"

The childish voice carried an absolute majesty from ancient times.

This was a racial suppression acting directly on the depths of the soul.

The chaos in the space stilled!

All of Leila’s illusions shivered simultaneously, and a fatal pause appeared in her trajectory.

She clearly hadn’t expected that this seemingly harmless little girl was the ancient dragon soul she had sensed before residing in the enemy!

"Now!"

Ron seized this once-in-a-lifetime chance to ignite the Time Chaos effect of the [Pheromone Marker].

The flow of time in the space became exceedingly unstable.

Numerous temporal vortices appeared around Leila, some areas sped up to the extreme, some nearly frozen, and others even experienced brief time reversals.

"What?! Pheromone Marker?! That’s our hound clan’s most adept time-tracking skill! How could you possibly... and I should be completely immune!"

Leila’s voice was full of disbelief.

Her figure became extremely rigid within the temporal chaos, as if bound by invisible shackles.

Ron, of course, knew the reason.

The pocket watch belonged to the "Clock King," whose status far exceeded that of a mere elite hound and thus could be effective.

However, in the midst of battle, he was not one of those villains who loved long monologues and had no obligation to explain to his enemy.

Nari’s chaotic power surged in again, providing the strongest augmentation for this attack!

—Spiritual Shock!

The spirit wave, amplified by the chaotic power, tore through space like invisible thunder, precisely striking at the consciousness core of Leila trapped in the temporal chaos.

"Ah—!"

The hound let out a heartrending scream, her mental defenses crumbling completely under this strike.

Her figure started to sway violently, and the scattered illusions dissipated one by one.

But Leila, indeed an elite hound, still had the strength to fight back even when heavily wounded.

She gritted her teeth against the pain, burning the essence of her life to launch her final deadly move.

"Time Cage!"

Countless threads of time burst forth from her, attempting to bind Ron completely in a stasis of time.

If this attack hit, even a wizard of the same level would have to pay a huge price to escape!

At the critical moment, Aselia acted again:

"KOTH’VALAR NETH! (Shatter!)"

The power of dragon language smashed onto the temporal threads like a heavy hammer.

Though unable to completely destroy them, it was enough to create an opening!

Ron, without hesitation, used "Time Jump" to break through the gap, fully unleashing the Thunderfire Tyrant bloodline.

—Ring of Brilliance · Thunderous Form!

In the expanding circle of light, dazzling lightning descended, enveloping Leila completely.

Intense currents, like thousands of silver serpents, danced across her body, the paralyzing effect robbing her of all capability to move.

"No... impossible..."

Leila collapsed onto the ground, her body gradually becoming transparent, her eyes filled with resentment and confusion:

"I am an elite hound... how could I be defeated by a Moon Level human..."

"Because you misunderstood the key point from the start."

Ron slowly approached her, bearing the scars of the recent battle on his body, yet in his eyes, there was no victor’s pride, only rational calmness:

"You assumed that constructing a perfect mental trap would capture any prey.

Little did you know, true strength is never hindered by emotions. Emotions are the source of power, not the root of weakness."

He turned to look at Nari and Aselia, smiling slightly:

"More importantly, I have never fought alone."

Consequently deemed utterly defeated by the arena’s rules, her body composed of light and shadow began to lose stability, dispersing like smoke in a strong wind, constantly dissipating then coalescing.

Leila’s true nature began to surface.

This was a conglomeration of countless memory fragments she had devoured.

Each fragment wept, struggled, each trying to regain its independent existence:

"Return my childhood..."

"Give back my lover’s face..."

"Return my mother’s voice..."

"Give back our names..."

Thousands of voices wove together in the air, forming a sorrowful requiem.

These genuine memories, forcibly twisted, altered, and devoured by the hound, were now desperately breaking free of her control.

But even on the brink of collapse, the time hound’s instinct still sustained her final rationality.

She knew that complete dispersal meant true death.

Thus, all the scattered light and shadow fragments began to contract towards the center, forming a sphere about the size of a fist.

This sphere constantly shifted colors—at times deep-sea blue-black, other times blood-red, or sickly green.

Each color represented a type of memory she had distorted:

The beautiful ones were dyed in despair, the painful ones magnified into nightmares, the mundane ones altered into falsehoods.

"Core of Illusion."

Aselia murmured while lying in Ron’s arms, her little face filled with complicated emotions:

"This usually is the last struggle of an elite level time hound when nearing death. She compresses all her essence into this core, forming a highly unstable yet massively energy-laden form of existence."

Nari cautiously eyed the floating sphere:

"Baby, be careful. This thing is like a time bomb, ready to explode at any moment."

Yet Ron did not retreat.

On the contrary, he slowly approached the still slightly trembling Core of Illusion, a hint of greed in his eyes.

This expression felt somewhat unfamiliar to Nari and Aselia.

It wasn’t his usual rational, gentle gaze, but something more primal, hungrier.

"Ron?" Aselia softly inquired, "What are you thinking?"

"I’m thinking..." Ron’s voice was unusually calm:

"This is a rare opportunity.

The essence of a Dark Sun Level time hound, her hunting skills, her understanding of the Power of Time... these are priceless."