Chapter 266: The Madman Who Crossed the Racial Boundary

At this moment, Hayato seemed to have transcended racial boundaries, engaging in an intense duel of speed and skill against the dragonborn Rinro. However, his strength was far inferior to Rinro's, barely managing to spark against the dragon scales with his attacks. In terms of defense, Hayato was as fragile as thin paper—any mistake could lead to his complete annihilation.

Rinro no longer dwelled on the question—how this madman managed to do it was irrelevant now. His only goal was to kill Hayato!

"ROOOAAARRR!" With a deafening roar, Rinro swung his dragon claws wildly at Hayato. Hayato dodged like lightning, his movements as nimble as a swallow. Yet, inevitably, there were moments when he failed to completely evade, forcing him to block with his twin blades. The impact sent tremors through his arms, his joints feeling as if they were about to shatter. He staggered back a few steps, but Rinro did not give him a moment's respite, relentlessly launching another storm-like assault.

Rinro suddenly raised a massive dragon fist, its immense power gathering within. Even before the punch landed, the surrounding air howled under its force.

Clenching his twin blades, Hayato did not retreat but charged forward. However, just as they were about to collide, he halted momentarily before abruptly pulling back! Rinro's fist crashed into the tip of Hayato's blade, the force so great that the blades embedded slightly into his knuckles. The immense impact instantly transferred to Hayato's arms, producing a crisp "crack"—his wrist and fingers fractured on the spot, and blood slid down the hilt of his swords.

"Ahahaha—!" Hayato, however, showed no sign of pain. Instead, he laughed maniacally. His blades spun violently, their edges cutting straight into Rinro's scaled knuckles, causing dragon blood to splatter. Rinro roared in agony, attempting to retract his injured fist, only to find Hayato stepping on the hilt and forcefully stomping down!

"SHRRK—!" The blade was driven deep into Rinro's fist, and dark red blood spurted onto the ground.

Not stopping there, Hayato twisted his entire body, using the sword as a pivot to spin like a frenzied whirlwind, carving deep gashes into Rinro's dragon scales.

"Damn it!" Rinro growled in fury, unable to endure the searing pain. He forcefully withdrew, his dragon blood tracing dark red patterns on the ground.

Panting heavily, Rinro glared at Hayato. That man stood there, a twisted grin on his bloodied face, licking the blood at the corner of his mouth. His hands trembled from his injuries, barely able to grip his swords, yet his eyes radiated an unyielding, maddening battle spirit.

"You damn lunatic!!!" Rinro bellowed, his voice shaking the air.

Hayato's eerie smile widened, his voice hoarse and low. "Lunatic? Hahaha… You'll see—only lunatics live the longest."

Usagi clutched her chest, her heart pounding violently, her voice trembling. "Hayato… He actually managed to wound a dragonborn…"

Rinro scoffed coldly. With a flick of his wrists, two razor-sharp ice spears formed in his hands, glistening with lethal frost. His gaze was icy as he growled, "You won't get close to me again!"

Before his words even finished, Rinro swung his spears forward, transforming them into a barrage of ice shards that rained upon Hayato from all directions. The air instantly plummeted to a suffocating cold, and even the atmosphere seemed to freeze.

Usagi hugged herself tightly, her limbs numb from the biting cold. Her anemic body trembled as she murmured, "This… This isn't something a human can withstand…"

Yet, amidst the storm of ice, Hayato dashed through like a phantom, weaving between the deadly projectiles. However, the immense pressure and bone-chilling cold still managed to slow him down. Even so, he swung his twin blades with unmatched precision, slicing through the ice shards that came his way. However, the shards exploded upon being cut, unleashing violent ice storms that forced him to a halt with each strike.

Frost gradually crept over Hayato's eyebrows, hair, and even his eyelashes. His entire figure exuded an eerie chill, his skin assaulted by the extreme cold, threatening to freeze his very blood.

Despite this, he showed no hesitation. With each encroaching frostbite, he gripped his blades tighter, slashing and shattering every incoming ice shard. When a shard grazed his waist, freezing the skin instantly, he did not falter—instead, he coldly sliced off the frozen flesh without a moment's pause. The piece of ice-laden skin fell to the ground, shattering into frost and vanishing.

"This guy…" Usagi's eyes widened in horror, her voice breaking. "He's willing to hurt himself this much… just to keep fighting…"

Hayato, drenched in blood, pressed forward relentlessly, struggling against the blizzard of ice with unwavering determination. His gaze burned with a battle-crazed fervor, his every move driven by a singular purpose—

To get close to Rinro. To kill him.

Rinro watched this unfold, a shiver running down his spine. Clenching his jaw, he growled, "Madman! He's a complete madman!"