dmims Chapter 40 A Little Bit of Luck
Chapter 40 A Little Bit of Luck
As usual, Chen Yan watched the battle, and whether it was just his imagination or not, he felt that the older dragon that he had favored yesterday, Hua Miao, had gained a slight advantage.
They both swung their tail blades forty-seven times, but after they collapsed from exhaustion, the older dragon seemed to still have some strength left. It managed to raise its tail blade a little more, though the movement was small and it only lasted for a moment, but Chen Yan saw it very clearly.
It did indeed move a little more than its younger brother, the dragon, on the other side.
Could it be that they were affected by their win or loss yesterday?
Before he could figure it out, he heard the roars of the two dragons at the same time.
"Chen Yan, hurry up, it's our turn!"
Sure enough, as soon as Chen Yan and Hua Miao peeked out, the two dragons immediately stopped howling and just stared at them as they slid down.
"Alright, now that you two brothers are down, it's our turn to take the stage."
The procedures still apply; they are still extending goodwill; they are still empty-handed.
But this time, the two dragons were noticeably calmer. They stretched their necks out and watched Chen Yan and Hua Miao walk to opposite sides.
When the two, one human and one cat, were about ten meters apart and ready to fight, the older brother, Long, suddenly tilted his head up at Hua Miao and let out a few low growls that were not meaningful.
The cat was taken aback and tentatively waved its paw at it.
Zhanlong stared intently at it with its small eyes, then squinted halfway and glanced casually at Chen Yan. It pursed its lips and let out a short, rapid sneeze. Hua Miao understood now.
Chen Yan didn't understand what they were communicating about, but he had a feeling that these two didn't seem to care about him at all.
The younger dragon who had his eye on him simply growled at him and then closed its eyes.
Chen Yan was both amused and exasperated. It seemed to be saying, "Just do your best, I can pretend I don't see your defeat..."
"Come on, Chen Yan, let me show you how powerful I am again!"
For the first time in its life, inspired by a monster, Flower Cat's fighting spirit soared. It crouched down and used all four limbs to leap left and right, charging towards Chen Yan's cat car with unpredictable movements.
With his relatively light steps and four unexpected claws, Chen Yan lost his first three consecutive defeats yesterday because of this move.
But he also came up with a way to break the deadlock.
He stomped heavily on the sand and unleashed a sweeping leg technique. His lack of proficiency meant it wasn't meant to sweep away the cat, but rather to lift the loose sand beneath his feet into the air.
Through a thin layer of sand, Chen Yan stared intently at the smooth sand surface. With this layer of sand, he no longer needed to determine whether the Flower Cat wanted to attack from the left or the right, rendering its highly deceptive four-legged gait ineffective.
Half a breath later, Flower Cat burst through the sand curtain on the left and appeared.
Chen Yan was prepared and pounced on him.
As long as he can restrain the flower cat and force it into close-quarters combat, even if he has to endure ten hits to land a single blow, Chen Yan is confident of victory.
After all, the four legs and tail of the cat were only as thick as his arm...
Facing Chen Yan, who was pouncing like a hungry tiger, the cat landed on its hind paws and kicked back rapidly, the fat on its belly churning violently, narrowly escaping Chen Yan's long-planned attack.
The older brother, Long, immediately roared, seemingly mocking Chen Yan's ridiculous tricks on behalf of Hua Miao, while the younger brother, Long, remained unresponsive.
Faced with Chen Yan, who had failed to kill her and was now crouching with his back bent, revealing a huge opening, Hua Miao not only did not take advantage of the situation to attack, but instead retreated again and again.
He then used the roar of slaying a dragon to deliver a sarcastic remark.
"Hey, Chen Yan, don't think I didn't see your thighs trembling. You're thinking of using a side kick, aren't you? I'll make your wish not come true."
Hua Miao dodged away, hopping around Chen Yan, carefully observing the flaws he revealed.
As for why it needs to observe, it's certainly not because Chen Yan's flaws are sometimes real and sometimes fake; any flaw it sees is real.
Hua Miao was just thinking about whether to kick his kidneys or his butt, or try something new, like locking his throat with his tail.
In the end, Hua Miao chose the Rising Dragon Fist, which could take down Chen Yan in one move.
It had made a pact with its brother, Long, to take down Chen Yan with a swift and spectacular move.
The cat transformed into a black and white lightning bolt, almost skimming the sand as it sprinted. As it approached, it suddenly retracted its left hind leg, as if preparing for a cow kick, but it was actually a feint, used only to cover its taut right paw.
Chen Yan was indeed fooled. He pressed his legs together tightly, ready to receive Hua Miao's kicks, but when they landed on his legs, they felt limp and without any force.
With the plan succeeding, a look of joy flashed in the cat's eyes. It grinned and unleashed its true killing move, the Cat Punch, with all its might, aiming for his jaw.
If this hits hard, I guarantee Chen Yan will see more stars in his eyes than he did last night.
In the blink of an eye, it seemed to already see the beautiful scene of Chen Yan falling to the ground.
But just as it was about to hit, the hairs from the base of its tail to its cervix stood on end, its body instinctively warning it to dodge immediately.
Hua Miao has always respected its body. It didn't even bother to retract its fist, trying its best to curl itself into a ball. Chen Yan's fist grazed its fur, the wind from the punch whistling, startling Hua Miao into breaking out in a cold sweat.
It bounced backward, looking at Chen Yan with surprise and uncertainty as he sighed and withdrew his fist.
Its older brother, Long, fell silent, while its younger brother, Long, stretched his neck and opened his mouth wide.
It turns out that although it appears to have its eyes closed, there's actually still a slit left...
"Chen Yan, how did you find out?"
The cat held back for a long time, but finally couldn't help asking him how he had discovered its hidden killing move.
Chen Yan readily agreed.
He pointed to his nose and then to the cat's right paw.
"If I'm not mistaken, you probably drank the half-bowl of fish soup that Harley left this morning, right?"
The cat was furious.
"What do you mean 'stealing a drink'! Harley said she couldn't drink it, so I drank it! Even though she ate all the fish and only left half a bowl of salty soup, in my eyes, not even a drop of fish soup should be wasted, you bastard!"
Chen Yan shrugged.
"That's the problem. Didn't you notice a difference in the smell of the paws you touched when you touched Harley's bowl?"
Flower Cat was still confused. It thought Chen Yan was talking about the size of the bowls and chopsticks, simply that its bowl was huge and Harley's bowl was small. It couldn't figure out what other differences there were.
Harley, who was watching from low altitude, immediately understood.
She put her hand under her nose and smelled it. They had slept in the same tent last night, so she smelled not only herself, but also Chen Yan, Hua Miao, and even a little bit of the little horned dragon.
"He has a real nose, no, even a dog's nose isn't as sharp as his..."
Seeing that Hua Miao still didn't understand, Chen Yan had no choice but to explain it to her directly.
"The four of us slept together all night yesterday, and the smell on our bodies was evenly distributed, each accounting for about 25%. I couldn't smell anything normally, but you drank half a bowl of Harley's fish soup this morning, so the smell on your body became uneven."
He pointed to the cat's paws.
"You can barely smell my scent and the baby horned dragon's scent on your right claw, only yours and Harley's, but I can smell your scent, Harley's scent, and the horned dragon's scent on your left claw. Your feints can fool my eyes, but what are you really thinking..."
"You can't fool your nose."
The cat remained silent, sniffing its left paw and then its right paw; it truly couldn't detect any difference.
It tastes like salted fish soup.
Chen Yan was not lying, but it was far more complicated than he made it out to be.
With his [Archangelosaurus Sense of Smell] combined with [Strong Lungs], he could indeed smell the difference in the scent on the cat's paws, but in a critical moment, he might need a little bit of [luck] to really figure it out.
Chen Yan got into position and winked at his younger brother Long, who was looking on with great interest.
"Don't close your eyes, maybe you'll have the upper hand tomorrow?"