Rematch with the Hammerhead Sea Dragon

Candidates could freely choose one of several combat scenarios,each pitting them against a dragon of their exact level.

Speed = score.

But this freedom came with brutal stakes:

Fight or flee? Your choice.
Surrender? Guards would intervene.
Die stubbornly? The Guard wouldn’t lift a finger.
On the spell-projected menu before Black:

Desert (shifting sands),
Plains (open terrain),
Forest (dense cover),
Ocean (crushing depths),
Volcano (molten death).
All magically simulated,but the dragons?

100% lethal.

Fail here, and you’d be torn in half—permanently.

Only the fearless earned the Guard’s badge.

Leon advised:

“Pick Plains. Highest pass rate.”

But Black’s finger stabbed the menu:

“Ocean.”

Silence—then uproar.

“OCEAN?! IS HE INSANE?!”

“Does he think it’s a BEACH?”

Humans in water faced crippling resistance, zero breath, blurred vision.

For sea dragons?

Home turf.

Even Noa’s team exchanged glances.

Yanar mused: “Courageous… but what’s his play?”

At the combat pool—

bottomless, dark,

a 40-ton shadow circled below.

“Hammerhead Sea Dragon!” someone gasped.

Black smiled.

Old friend.

He’d fought dozens during the Dragon Tides.

He knew its every weakness.

His choice?

Pirate Mid-Tier Divine Skill: “Calm Seas Forge No Skilled Sailor.”

On land? Useless.

Underwater?

God-tier.

He grabbed a steel spear,dived in—and became the ocean.

Water resistance? None.

Speed? 10x land pace.

The Hammerhead roared, hunting,

but Black danced around it—

a blur of afterimages.

“He’s fast… but pirates can’t HURT it!” Leon fretted.

“He’s dead if he can’t break scales!” Land agreed.

Then—the dragon snapped.

“RAGING TIDE!”

A tsunami-force water hammer crushed toward Black.

Unavoidable—

until Black twisted like liquid,

Autumn Wind Triple Cut deflecting the blast.

And in that instant of recoil—

he struck.

“BLOOD PRISON LANCE!”

Spear spiraled with knightly might,ignoring water drag,piercing the joint between hammer-head and neck—the dragon’s ONLY soft spot.

SCHLICK!

Blood bloomed in blue.

The dragon howled, thrashing—

but Black stuck like a leech,

stabbing, stabbing, stabbing—

Pirate agility, Swordsman precision, Knight’s killing focus—

a perfect storm of classes.

Minutes later—

the Hammerhead sank,dead,spear shattered in Black’s grip.

Stunned silence.

Then—chaos.

“HE USED THREE CLASSES?!”

“HOW IS HE A PIRATE?!”

Leon and Land gaped, jaws on the floor.

Upstairs, Noa finally stood.

Her doll-like face unreadable,but her eyes… burned with something like awe.

This one… walks his own path.