It's over. Even Fang Hua can't beat him, let alone me?
Forget it, I'll just drag it out as long as I can.
Fang Rong gritted her teeth and charged forward.
Knowing he was no match for his opponent, he didn't try to fight head-on, and instead opted for a hit-and-run approach.
The fire dragon seemed to have a lot of free time and enjoyed watching him suffer when he couldn't win. It would occasionally give him a blow, leaving him lying in the grass for a long time without being able to get up.
Fang Rong lifted his helmet and wiped the blood from his nose. The nose is truly the most vulnerable spot; it always bleeds whenever it's injured.
The fire dragon's flames were like sulfuric acid, possessing corrosive properties. When they hit his mecha, a hissing sound emanated from its surface, causing Fang Rong immense distress.
After much hesitation, he took off his mecha and put it into his spatial storage. Anyway, this guy wouldn't kill him; he'd just play with him like a cat toying with a mouse.
Since that's the case, it's best to keep a trump card. Although the mechs aren't good against him, they're excellent against others.
Even with his mecha armor on, Fang Rong couldn't beat him. Without it, he was at an even greater disadvantage. Before Mo Dao could even get out of the mecha, he was grabbed by the collar and thrown into the hot spring.
With a loud bang, water splashed everywhere, and Fang Rong was thrown into the water. Her mind went blank, and she sank to the bottom involuntarily.
It was so hot and stuffy underwater that my whole body quickly turned red and I had difficulty breathing.
He was all alone in the hot spring now, and no one was there to rescue him. The people who had started the discussion had been moved to who-knows-where; they were nowhere to be seen.
At this point, it's best to save yourself.
Fang Rong opened her eyes with difficulty; they were stinging and dry, probably from the warm water.
He pushed off with his feet a few times and slowly swam upstream. He didn't expect the hot spring to be so deep, more than two meters high, and it got hotter the deeper he went.
Suddenly, a weight was placed around his waist, and someone wrapped their arms around his waist and lifted him up. Fang Rong struggled violently and even kicked the dragon's scrotum.
However, the dragon stopped them; any man would protect such an important place as the genitals.
Fang Rong pointed with two fingers, and warm water flew up with his movement, spraying towards the dragon and splashing it all over its face.
He raised his hand to wipe it, and released Fang Rong with his other arm.
“λoλξa.” The dragon made a gesture of taking off its clothes, indicating that Fang Rong should take off her clothes.
"Dream on!" Fang Rong stretched out his hands, controlling the water to transform into a dragon and gush out.
“ζηooμeπiνψuν.” The dragon seemed to be angered by him, and the expression on its face changed.
He opened his mouth and breathed out a fire dragon, which then plunged into the water. Wherever it passed, the water temperature rose rapidly, making it difficult for people to breathe.
Fang Rong's skin burned from the boiling water. She quickly scrambled onto the shore and tried to control the water.
Boiling water posed no threat to the dragon. After all, water is just ordinary water, but fire is extraordinary. When the two are in opposition, the water will evaporate. After only a few exchanges, the water was already reduced by half.
His fire-based superpower allows him to swim freely in the water, which is truly impressive; almost no one can do that.
Fang Rong had given up on his own fighting ability; he was simply going to stall for as long as possible.
However, his constant actions annoyed the fire dragon, which spewed white mist from its nostrils as it spoke and angrily slapped the water's surface, looking rather frightening.
Fang Rong was also afraid that he would kill her in a fit of anger, so she didn't dare to cause too much trouble. After all, there were plenty of beautiful women in the military district, and if she continued to act recklessly, her life would be in danger.
Moreover, his skin was slightly swollen, red and hot, and he was badly burned. He wanted to take off his clothes to relieve the heat but dared not, because taking off his clothes would be like a lamb entering a tiger's den.
The fire dragon climbed ashore, its clothes emitting a puff of white smoke, having already been dried by the steam.
He walked to the side, picked up the clothes on the ground and threw them to Fang Rong, then turned around to let him change.
Fang Rong picked it up and looked at it. The orc's clothes were rather strange. They liked to use colorful threads to make clothes, and combined with them, the clothes were particularly bright. They were also similar to the style of bathrobes from the past. There was nothing inside, just an outer layer, and a belt.
Is this design for easy putting on and taking off?
Moreover, the top is a bit loose, revealing large areas of skin on the chest, and the legs have slits that go all the way up to the thighs.
Is this still considered clothing?
Fang Rong decided to drape the outer garment over her clothes, but she was still wearing her own clothes underneath. However, it looked a bit strange, and the clothes underneath were wet and sticking to her body, which was very uncomfortable.
Of course, getting wet is better than wearing just a jacket.
The coat came with a matching hat, the edges of which were strung together with seashells, making a jingling sound as you walked. It was a bit like the kind of hats worn by Miao girls a long time ago, as if they wanted to hang all the pretty things on it, so it was a bit heavy.
Fang Rong kept his head down, his neck so low he couldn't lift it. The fire dragon was finally satisfied and pulled him towards the place where the torches were surging.
There were many pebbles by the hot spring. Fang Rong shook off his hand, lifted her overly long dress, and carefully walked on the part with fewer pebbles.
He wasn't wearing shoes. The edges of his military boots had come unglued after being soaked in hot water, and they were filled with hot water, making his feet uncomfortable. Every step he took made a squelching sound, which was quite embarrassing. It was better not to wear them at all.
The fire dragon didn't force him. It would walk a few steps and then stop to wait for him, just like a parent watching over a child, afraid that the child would suffer.
Fang Rong thought for a moment and wrapped her feet in a towel so she wouldn't step on bugs or anything.
The two of them trudged along, one foot in the deep water and the other in the shallow water, until they reached the center of the cliff bottom. There, people were gathered in circles, with torches lit everywhere. In the center, a blazing fire illuminated the entire area clearly.
Dark-skinned females danced around the bonfire, while on the left sat the superhumans, who had also changed into new clothes, sitting quietly cross-legged and occasionally chatting with others.
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