Ex rank talent Awakening: 100\% Dodge rate-Chapter 253: BATTLING THE DRAGON KING IV

Rebecca had decided to go all out.

Darkness pulsed from her in slow, steady waves—a sovereign, suffocating force that twisted the very air. She wasn't tapping into the full depths of her power, not yet. But even half of her Law of Darkness was enough.

Enough to bring down a king.

The Law of Darkness—an abstract, eldritch principle—was not just power. It was dominion, mystery, and annihilation embodied. Only a scarce handful across the cosmos could even comprehend its nature, let alone wield it. And Rebecca? She didn't just wield it—she commanded it.

Her law devoured, corrupted, and concealed.

With devour, she could erase anything—creatures, attacks, even divine artifacts—into an abyss of nothingness, an infinite chasm of pitch black. And once consumed, these things didn't vanish entirely; they waited, suspended in her private void, ready to be summoned back at her will.

With corruption, she could infect a being's essence—twisting it into a puppet of darkness, bound eternally to her will.

And with concealment… she could erase a presence so thoroughly that even those who stood beside it would never know it existed. Only a force greater than her law itself could ever hope to unearth what she had chosen to hide.

Such was the power she now drew upon.

Standing amidst the shattered ruins of the battlefield, her cloak fluttering in the swirling wind, Rebecca faced the Dragon King and his remaining clones. Her eyes, cold and composed, scanned them—not in fear or caution, but in clinical indifference. Her gaze alone made the Dragon King shift, his massive claws twitching with discomfort.

He felt it—like he was being peeled open. Laid bare.

That wasn't an illusion.

Rebecca's Law of Sight, subtle yet absolute, had already unraveled him. She could see every flaw in his scaly armor, every weakness in his stance, every vulnerable point in his clones' formation. She knew where his power gathered and where it thinned. She saw everything.

"Are you going to attack," she asked calmly, sword in hand, the obsidian blade covered in writhing shadows, "or should I take the first move?"

The sword—already fearsome—seemed alive now. Darkness clung to it like a second skin, making the weapon not just deadly but sinister. Its aura screamed destruction, the sharpness of its edge enhanced a thousandfold by the law infusing it.

"You wretch…" the Dragon King growled, voice shaking with fury.

He was offended. Not just by her words, but by what her aura had made him feel. Fear. He, the Dragon King, felt fear like a mortal. It was a disgrace, a taint on his pride that he would not tolerate.

Roaring with rage, the Dragon King and his four remaining clones lunged forward, wings unfurling in perfect sync. They moved as one, a living storm of claws, teeth, and blazing fury. Each claw strike came from a different angle—front, flank, above—leaving Rebecca barely any space to breathe. She ducked, spun, and twisted with precise elegance, dodging between their slashes by the slimmest margins.

To the untrained eye, it looked like she was cornered. But she wasn't.

With a sudden pivot, she sidestepped a swipe and drove her blade upward, piercing through the chest of one clone. The moment the sword broke flesh, the shadows surged.

Her law invaded.

Like venom entering a bloodstream, the darkness rushed into the dragon's clone, spreading from the stab wound to its core. The clone's glowing eyes dimmed. Its movements faltered, then stopped altogether.

One down.

The true Dragon King snarled in fury, tilting his head back before exhaling a torrent of flames. His clone followed suit, the twin infernos merging midair to become a spiraling blaze of death.

Rebecca stood her ground.

As the fire reached her, it was devoured. Not extinguished—consumed. The flames twisted mid-flight, swallowed by an unseen force, drawn into the invisible void governed by her Law of Darkness.

The Dragon King blinked, confused. But he had no time to react.

Rebecca moved.

She vanished from his sight, reappearing an instant later in front of a second clone. Her sword flashed—faster than lightning—and cleaved through the clone's chest in a horizontal arc. Darkness flooded the wound, eating the creature from the inside out.

Two down.

Before the remaining clones could react, a sphere of pure shadow formed behind her—a black sun, pulsating with dread. With a thought, she launched it toward the third clone. It shot forward like a meteor, smashing into the dragon's skull and erasing it completely. Not just crushed—obliterated.

Three.

The Dragon King's eyes widened. He hadn't even processed the first clone's death fully, and now only one remained by his side. It didn't make sense. He was a king—a god among beasts—and yet…

He was being dismantled.

No… she's moving too fast, he realized, panic setting in. I can't… follow…

His thoughts couldn't keep pace with her actions. He barely finished registering her last move before she dashed past him in a blur of motion and severed the fourth clone's head with a single upward swing.

Four.

And now, only one remained.

Him.

He froze. The battlefield was eerily silent. Only Rebecca's calm breathing could be heard, alongside the faint crackle of residual flames.

"It's only you left now, big guy," Rebecca said, a playful smile curling on her lips.

The Dragon King felt it—the primal instinct of death whispering in his bones. His ancient blood screamed at him to run.

She was beyond him.

Swallowing his pride, he unleashed one final, desperate attack. Willing his inner world to react, the land beneath them trembled. A sea of magma exploded into towering flame pillars—giant whips of fire lashing toward Rebecca at impossible speeds.

At the same time, the Dragon King initiated the collapse of his inner world. It was suicidal—his will manifestation would shatter—but if it meant dragging Rebecca with him, it was a worthy sacrifice.

But Rebecca had already moved.

"Where do you think you're going?" she whispered, her voice echoing unnaturally.

One blink—and she stood in front of him.

The Dragon King's heart skipped a beat.

Then, a colossal hand of writhing shadow shot up from beneath him, clutching his neck like a vice.

"Urgh!" he gagged, struggling as the hand lifted his massive body off the ground.

He thrashed, claws flailing, wings beating. But the hand did not budge. It tightened.

"How does it feel?" Rebecca asked softly, stepping closer. "To be held like a powerless rag doll… O Great and Mighty Dragon King?"

"Let go of me!" he bellowed, fury distorting his voice. But Rebecca only narrowed her eyes, her grip on the sword tightening.

"It seems you don't understand your situation."

She swung her blade—mercilessly.

With a sickening slash, she severed both of his wings in one brutal strike.

"AAAAHHHHH!" the Dragon King howled, pain lancing through his body like fire.

"You… I swear I will kill you!" he roared, eyes blazing with defiance. But even in that glare, beneath the hatred… was fear.

He was terrified.

Rebecca saw it—and smiled.

"That defiance," she whispered, stepping in close, "I like it. My father had the same look when you killed him."

She laughed softly—an eerie, melodic sound.

"I would've been disappointed if you didn't have it."

Then, without another word, she slashed again—this time cutting off one of his legs.

He gritted his teeth, groaning in agony but refusing to scream. He wouldn't give her that satisfaction.

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"You wretch…" the Dragon King rasped, voice strained. "I regret not giving your father a more brutal end!"

Rebecca's expression didn't change. She simply raised her sword again and lopped off his remaining limb.

The Dragon King's body convulsed.

Rebecca hummed a soft nursery rhyme—one from her childhood—as she stood over him, the battlefield dimmed, silent, and dark.

A goddess of shadow, humming as she dismantled a king.