Tales of The Mighty Dragonair

The silence seemed not to end! Arthur stood in his place with sweat droplets accumulating on his forehead while the giant Golam was frozen in place with its great hands hitting the wave of the pillars.

"Ding! You should aid in the fight and hit the other pillars I just summoned."

"What fight? It's totally frozen!"

"Ding! It's because your level is still so low. The fight is very intense, or else why do you feel like death is eyeing you? That Golam is just waiting for when it can move freely and attack you here."

The system then paused, intentionally. "Ding! Don't give it this chance!"

Arthur's body jolted awake, as system expressed in precise words the dreadful feeling he had since the start of this fight. "I shouldn't delay then," he told himself before trying to work on his bow.

Surprisingly, he couldn't lift his hands straight and pull the strings of the bow with five arrows in it. His hands shook and he couldn't aim well. "Damn it!" he cursed before taking only one arrow and breathed in and out; trying to calm himself.

Yet it took him a couple of minutes to accomplish that. He aimed towards the dark pillar landed here after the five light pillars, and then he let the string loose.

"I have to control it, it's going way off the target," he hurried to remind himself as the arrow went astray; aiming to a totally different direction.

At this moment, using the primitive talent he had seemed quite challenging! He had to concentrate hard to control the trajectory of that speeding arrow until he made it hit the target.

"Rumble!"

Another wave originated from the pillar heading towards the Golam, hitting it, and stood in place motionless like the other five.

And more pressure appeared in the air, making Arthur feel more dreadful towards that strange silent confrontation.

"Ding! Don't stop, keep hitting the other pillars, and try to get used to the pressure. This fight is going to last for a while."

"…"

Arthur didn't reply as he was focusing on stabilizing his trembling arms. He launched dozens of arrows; all were controlled with his ability to hit their mark.

"Rumble!"

"Rumble!"

"Rumble!"

The world was dead silent except for these rumbles. Even their sounds came muffled, like the pressure here was even pressing over the sound as well.

When he reached the fiftieth pillar, the pressure exerted over his body was so massive that even lifting the bow straight seemed really impossible.

"I won't stop launching my arrows, you bastard!" Arthur gritted his teeth while grabbing the arrow as he knelt on one knee, fixing it to the ground and supporting the wooden arc with the side of his leg.

This made all his aim off, yet he wasn't baffled with this. After all, he had to control each arrow he launched so far. All he cared about right now was one thing; to keep firing arrows!

"Ding! One arrow brilliantly hit the target. The Golam is more suppressed now! keep firing, keep the outstanding work!"

The system kept cheering on him like he was a child, yet at this moment he was really in a need for some encouraging words to keep his sheer will blazing.

Arrow after arrow kept flying off his bow, each one hit its mark, and a rumble was heard next. This kept occurring until he crossed the barrier of the seventieth pillars and arrows.

Two things happened; the first was that Golam glanced at him, directly glaring with its red eyes, making his soul feel naked in front of these threatening gazes.

"Damn! This Golam is really something else!" he complained as he never thought this fear even when dealing with his master. Despite that, he used all the stubborn nature any cultivator had and defied these gazes.

Arrows kept firing towards the remaining pillars.

And then the second thing happened; the pillars didn't send the attacking waves towards the monster. Instead, a pillar of dark and white light emerged from their top, heading to the sky.

"What is happening?"

"Ding! These are the pillars you snatched from the dark clans previously. They are summoning other pillars to here."

"But I see nothing!"

"Ding! You need to keep firing at them as each arrow will summon one pillar. Till you summoned all, these pillars won't appear and that great pillar of light won't disappear."

"Sigh, I totally forgot about them."

"Ding! You need to hurry as well. The fight is still raging wild between the Golam and your pillars."

"Didn't the world's will ask me to trap it? It's trapped. Where is the will?"

"Ding! She is preparing."

"…"

Arthur didn't speak anymore as even speaking was draining on his already stressed out body.

As the system said, the next arrows he launched to these pillars caused nothing but a rumbling sound. "I suppose they are like the prime pillar I snatched from the Dorfis clan. So, one hundred arrows for each one of you, and I have eight!"

Launching just seventy arrows so far was a hard task, yet he had over eight hundred to launch! And he had to do this fast so that he could be able to join this strange fight again!

"Isn't there anyway to relieve this immense pressure? I can hardly support my body!"

"Ding! Have you reached your limit?"

"Are you kidding me? I have long time ago!"

"Ding! This pressure is very helpful to your soul. Try to channel your energy but don't transform into a dragon yet."

"…"

Arthur knew that his system was trying to train his body and soul against such pressure. However, his soul was already so strong, and he experienced many instances like these back in his past life.

So he didn't take the advice of the system and directly transformed into a dragon!

"You bastard! I will kill you once freed from these annoying wisps!"

The moment he turned into a dragon, he heard the perfect sound of the Golam ringing in his mind. The sound alone was enough to make his soul quiver, and he even spit blood out of his mouth.