One strike! Two strikes! Three strikes!

The dragon felt intense pain. Unable to thrash anymore, it plummeted to the ground.

Irvin panicked. If the dragon touched the ground, it would immediately transform back into a sword. He yelled desperately, "Go up!"

"Take it down!" The Bucky and others cheered for Adrian.

Adrian was anxious. His sword was starting to crack. If he had not kept it together with his energy, it would have shattered by now.

"I'll kill you!" Adrian boomed.

The dragon had not expected Adrian to be unafraid of it. Its eyes were its weakness, and another blow could render it blind, and thus, it instinctively moved downward. Just mere meters from the ground, Adrian thrust his sword at the dragon one last time and forced it to land, and the dragon instantly transformed back into the Wyrmstrike Blade.

Irvin was dumbfounded. He had exhausted himself and could not summon the sword's spirit anymore. He could not even pick up the sword.

"S-Stay away from me…” Irvin stut