Lucky Riot And The Mystic Dragon

Chapter Six - Marc Raizen's Plot part 3

Maggie, on the other hand, felt completely comfortable thinking she inspired this change in her previously unrequited love.

"It's definitely reached an extreme! While you two were sleeping like little babies, it took all our effort just to keep anyone from discovering you. We were so worried you would starve, but Tony was able to get us some vital origin from the hospital. Actually, you both barely even needed it for some reason," replied Capp candidly.

Being hooked up to vital origin was like being placed on IV for the new era! Vital origin was able to nourish the body of a warrior indefinitely, and it also slowly healed the body from the root.

This stuff was costly, even in this new era.

"Vital origin!" Lucky's eyes flashed with the light of understanding. He smiled at Antonio Bazaar III and nodded in acknowledgment, "Thank you, Tony."

Tony's family was a merchant clan. Even if Capp hadn't told him, Lucky was able to quickly deduce that it was due to his connections that such a thing was possible.

"But of course," said Tony matter-of-factly. He was wearing a blue poncho and a handsome smile. His grey hair was beautiful and mid-length, giving him quite an elegant appearance. His eyes were as dark and deep as stars, and staring into them would make one feel as if they were falling into a dark hole, "We may not always get along, but I would still not want to see something happen to you."

"Well, I can forgive you just this once," said Margot Frenzy dryly. She was massively disappointed in Antonio for not giving his all during the previous fight. She was more cognizant than anyone how strong this guy could be! After all, Antonio took every opportunity to show it off to her during his private attempts to gain her favor.

Tony scratched his nose in embarrassment, but he didn't reply. He felt he had taken the most logical course of action, and if placed in the same scenario, he would make the same decision. What's the point of all of them being thrashed? Would that help the situation? He was not as strong as the current Capital Blacc. What was the benefit of everyone being too injured to move? Who would go for help then? Who would track the enemy once they snatched Margot? In Tony's opinion, he was merely a responsible friend. Maggie's safety was his principal concern.

"Forget it," Bravo Frenzy was walking at the front of the group, and suddenly turned his head back to comment. He knew Antonio Bazaar III better than anyone in the world, and could pretty much anticipate the latter's thoughts, "I know your temperament well. I do not believe you would have abandoned us, especially not Maggie. However, the next time you avoid a fight, you'll be fighting me right after!"

"Come on, guys," Tony smiled wryly, and he indeed felt rather low. He didn't want his friends to view him as a coward or a traitor.

It was logic!

He only tried to be practical. Tony thought that of the five of them, Maggie and Bravo would at least know that he would never betray his friends. Bravo and Maggie were his closest companions, he grew up with their favor. Merely, how was he supposed to know this punk Kasino would wake up as a killing god? "I am sorry, my friends. I was wrong. One of us needed to stay awake, you know? Next time you will know..."

It had taken Bravo Frenzy, Margot Frenzy, and Capital Blacc three hours to awaken. An hour after that, Antonio Bazaar III had awoken as well. They all seemed to have some new harvest that they wanted to spend time comprehending. However, did they have the time for this right now? Lucky immediately prioritized that they had to get to safety first.

He asserted his will domineeringly, and his friends could only go along with it. After all, everyone but Maggie currently feared the new Lucky, but they had never seen him so worked up and dominant. In a way, it was endearing. The youths figured out that something must have happened while they slept. Only Bravo remained obstinate for a while until he received an explanation from Lucky.

After hearing the details of his experience, the others immediately agreed. Lucky had told them everything but the part about him being a Divine Draconian. After all, he didn't even know what those were in detail. How could he explain it? 'Hey guys, by the way. Did you know aliens are real, and I'm not totally human? Apparently, I'll give birth to a race of divine dragons one day.'

Lucky Riot could only find these thoughts ridiculous if they were said out loud, much less his companions.

A true dragon?

That he could recognize. They were said to be extinct, but there were known rumors of some existing nonetheless.

Divine Dragons?

A divine draconian?

Lucky honestly had no idea what this would look like. Suddenly the image of a horned scholar that seemed similar to himself reappeared in his mind, 'Ah! Then was that...?'

There was also the mental image he received of a Divine Serpent Surfing the Skies when he learned that mystic art. Actually, it should probably be a Divine Art.

"Halt! None of you move!"

As soon as Bravo and the gang stepped off the bridge, they heard an aggressive voice shout them down. The five youths all frowned, as they turned to face the one calling out. There was a tough-looking dark-skinned young man with tattoos on his torso, neck, and face marching right up to them. Once he arrived three meters away, he pulled out the spear mounted behind him and assumed a battle stance. Lucky instantly sent out a formless wave of spirit power to probe this young man's cultivation.

The sixth level of the Hard Body Stage!

This was nothing to the current Lucky, he could take out this punk with one finger. After all, he was still at the second level when he slaughtered Frankie Baldez!

"What school do you brats belong too?" asked the young man aggressively to the males. At the same time, he winked, making an o.b.s.c.e.n.e gesture towards the beautiful Margot. "Fair warning, don't dare lie to me. Otherwise, you'll be dead niggas and wrecked bitches!"

She was so hot that this young man just had to come over and shoot his shot! By establishing his dominance, he felt he would make a good impression on the beauty.

In this era, strength and status were the most attractive quality of men to a woman. Beauty's love dominant men.

Capp stepped forward before Bravo could react angrily, as he tried to humbly de-escalate the situation, "We go to school with your mother. You should talk to her, she's always begging to enroll in my classes, yet she never learns how to last…"

Pfft.

Lucky and friends all laughed when they heard Capital's quip.

"You dare! The young man with the spear swept the tip toward Capp who jumped back to avoid it. The young man grimaced and shouted in a fury, "Identify yourselves now, or suffer my spear!"

"Oh no, we're so scared," w.h.i.n.ed Margot sarcastically.

Seeing that even the beautiful girl he wanted to woo was insulting him, the young man lost it at that moment! While catching the others slightly off guard, he stabbed out with his spear in a beautiful motion, "Bitch, be silent! You be a good wretch and taste the tip of my pole! Flood Dragon's Roar!"

The spear stabbed out with a high speed that Margot could actually not keep up with. In her eyes, the blade of a spear covered in profound qi was rapidly approaching, and there was nothing anyone here could do. This punk with a sixth-level hard body moved excessively fast.

Tink.

To Margot's abject horror, the tip of the spear was mere inches from her face when it suddenly stalled. This spear moved so fast that she simply didn't have any time to prepare at all. This thug wasn't simple at all, he had to be at the late-phase of sixth level Hard Body Stage with that sort of speed! Maggie, with her early-phase sixth level hard body fell backward on her bum, cold sweat drenching her back.

"I'm... alive? I'm not even injured?" this was Margot Frenzy's initial thought. She glanced upwards only to see a scene that was burned directly into her heart. Standing tall still at the left side of her previous location, casually holding the spear tip between his two fingers, was none other than Lucky Riot!

"That wasn't very nice, right?" Lucky played with the spear tip in his fingers. "That's not how you treat a lady, I think."