Tales Of The Mighty Dragonair

Arthur stayed behind for a couple of days before everyone understood their roles very well and started to work efficiently without the need of his intervention.

"What's the total power of this array?" Amelia asked the question which many wanted to know the answer to.

"Frankly I dunno," yet he shrugged before adding, "this is done to prepare for the upcoming competition. We need to crush everyone and be sure we won't fail."

"But the masters might learn our array and go to tell their kids about it," Randy said in discontent and doubt.

"That's a good point," Arthur nodded before adding, "so we'll just stop making this array, and any other thing I edited when they are here."

"You plan to surprise them?" Ron laughed as he loved the idea.

"We need to," Arthur smiled helplessly, "and if we don't need to use any of this during the competition then we won't."

"Are you afraid of other academy spies?" Amelia muttered before adding, "that's a possibility."

"Indeed, after all this selection test is something other academies must be aware of," Arthur said before adding, "your role is to ensure to select only the best in our people to join our final competition team."

"Is there a number limit or something?" Lily asked.

"I dunno the answer of this question yet," Arthur faintly smiled before waving his hands to them, "go and do your job, we are running out of time here."

"We still have plenty of time," Omar said.

"Not if we are preparing for the war in this world," Arthur laughed, "did you think I'm just making these arrays, gears, and pills for the competition only? We have a war to win in the city world, and the more we prepared the better our odds will be."

He vanished the next moment from their sights while they thought deeply about his words. So far the city had no attacks coming at it from the clans in the world.

Yet Arthur wasn't sure if this would continue. He had many enemies, including those strong ones from the outer worlds, and he had to make much stronger weapons to kill them.

"Now I have many things done," he returned to his work place beside the Golam lake, "but there are still many yet to do."

He thought for a couple of minutes before adding, "Bring me many halo monsters here."

"Ding! What for?" the system asked.

"I'll absorb more organs and strengthen myself."

"Isn't it better for you to start upgrading your blue dragonair rank?" the golden dragon suggested.

"It's the next step after I solidify my cultivation base more," Arthur answered, "but first I need to make sure my human body is stronger than ever."

The next week he was totally lost in absorbing the organs while his body got strengthened the way he wanted it to be. "This power is much greater than what I used to have by at least fifty percent… not bad," he checked his body and strength after the process ended.

"How do you plan on solidifying your cultivation base?" the golden dragon asked.

"I'll train on the sword, and this is the only way to make my energy stabilized," Arthur replied while taking off his sword and started to contemplate his past life techniques.

"The myriad of sword strikes was my strongest attack back then," he thought to himself before adding, "but I couldn't train in it before reaching the immortal stage, sigh. I need to replace it with the weaker version; the berserker sword."

The berserker sword was such a strong attack which was considered one of the highest sword techniques below the immortal stage. "Lucky for me it needed the energy and physique of a nascent soul stage, but my current body and energy is slightly below the requirements. I have to test it to know if I can do it or not."

Despite being in the core formation stage, he knew his energy quality and strength of his body right now wasn't on par with the normal core formation cultivator.

He stood erect while holding the sword vertical in front of his face and waited. He kept stirring up his energy while diffusing it to his sword, waiting for the sword to issue the old familiar hum.

This was the first and hardest step of the technique. The sword needed a huge amount of energy to be activated, and if his energy fell short, then he would have to keep depending on his dragon strike technique.

He waited roughly for an hour. "Sigh, the first time is always the longest," he muttered to himself while patiently waiting for another hour.

"Buzz!"

The sword finally showed a sign of its activation. When it just buzzed, Arthur didn't delay moving it horizontally before running to the front with his greatest speed.

"I just need to activate you once, and then you'll be always activated," he kept running while continuing to pour his energy to the sword.

"You should use that pill of yours," the golden dragon advised after a continuous run for three hours all around the place with no response from the sword.

"Can't," Arthur was exhausted to explain much right now. He knew the drawbacks of this technique, it couldn't be activated without his pure energy.

Despite no changes appearing on the surface, his energy entering the sword started to be met with growing resistance, a very familiar resistance regarding the activation of the sword. And this resistance made the task of infusing more energy harder.

"Just a small step further," he kept encouraging himself after six more hours. He was tempted to use his dragonair form to replenish his exhausted stamina, yet he feared for the two energies backlashing at him at this critical moment.

So he kept moving around with sheer will and hope alone. After another couple of hours, he wasn't accepting his resignation. "C'mon you bastard! I can hardly inject any more energy in you,' he gnashing his teeth while cursing at his sword.