Only My Weapons Level UP

With his left leg reduced to a memory of agony, Terry found himself plummeting through the skies, his gaze locked onto the relentless silver dragon hurtling towards him. Desperation welled up within him as he clung to a dwindling hope that his weapon might somehow facilitate his regeneration.

However, faced with the imminent threat of the colossal overlord, Terry had no choice but to shift his focus. With grim determination, he transformed his weapon into a crossbow and began to fire upon the behemoth. Each bolt that left his weapon tore through the air, aiming for the dragon’s colossal form.

Yet, the silver dragon seemed all but impervious to his assault. The bolts, though delivered with precision, merely scratched the surface of the monstrous creature, failing to provoke even a fleeting reaction. Terry’s heart sank as he realized the futility of this attack, for his opponent’s resilience was beyond his expectations.

As Terry struggled to find a way to combat the seemingly invincible silver dragon, the relentless overlord charged towards him with unbridled force. With each powerful beat of its massive wings, the behemoth gained speed, closing the distance in an instant.

Desperation etched across his face, Terry aimed for the wound on the dragon’s forehead as it hurtled towards him. But he barely had the chance to make contact before the unstoppable force of the collision sent him hurtling through the air.

His body spun uncontrollably, buffeted by the sheer power of the impact. Terry’s thoughts raced as he realized that even his improved armor offered little protection against the overwhelming might of this otherworldly adversary. Frustration gnawed at him.

"You must be smiling from ear to ear while watching this... Louis," Terry said while clenching his teeth. "I will show you something interesting then."

Amid the chaos and uncertainty of the aerial battle, Terry desperately scanned his surroundings, searching for any possible escape. However, the horizon offered no islands in the distance, and he felt a creeping dread as the silver dragon closed in once more.

As he traversed a vast expanse of cloud, the dragon’s relentless pursuit bore down upon him. With a deafening roar, the beast’s colossal form collided with him inside the cloud, causing a cataclysmic explosion that scattered the cloud in all directions.

In the next moment, Terry appeared in front of the dragon and the beast stopped moving altogether, he attacked the monster somehow with the unknown gauntlets on his hands and that stopped the creature.

Summoning the power of his Sonic Punch, Terry propelled himself forward with a burst of incredible speed. In the blink of an eye, he closed the gap between him and the monstrous silver dragon. His target was clear: the wounded forehead of the beast.

With a ferocious strike, Terry’s gauntlet-clad fist connected with the dragon’s already injured forehead. The impact was devastating, causing a massive gush of blood to erupt from the wound. The silver dragon let out a deafening roar of agony, its enormous frame reeling from the intense pain. Terry’s audacious attack had struck a critical blow, and the mighty creature was momentarily thrown off balance.

Terry’s relentless assault continued as he unleashed Sonic Punch after Sonic Punch, targeting the vulnerable wound on the dragon’s forehead. Each strike caused the wound to widen further, and blood sprayed out like a crimson geyser. The silver dragon’s roars of agony echoed through the sky, and it struggled to maintain its composure.

However, in a sudden, desperate move, the massive beast swiped one of its colossal paws at Terry with blinding speed. The force of the blow was immense, sending Terry hurtling through the air at sonic speeds. He spiraled uncontrollably downward, the wind rushing past him as he fought to regain his bearings. It was a harrowing fall, and Terry’s body was subjected to extreme G-forces as he plummeted towards the unknown depths below.

As Terry descended through the seemingly endless sky, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of hopelessness creeping in. Despite plummeting with the speed of a meteor, the ground, or any sign of it, continued to elude him. The planet, or what he assumed was a planet, appeared to be a vast expanse of swirling gases and nebulous clouds, punctuated only by the occasional floating island.

It was as if he had entered a realm where the very laws of physics had been upended. Terry’s body heated up from the friction of his rapid descent, but he had no way to slow down or change his course. The floating islands he passed were his only points of reference, and they seemed to stretch on endlessly.

As Terry continued his uncontrolled descent through the bizarre and seemingly endless expanse, the massive silver dragon closed in on him with relentless determination. Its colossal form, still bleeding profusely from the wound on its forehead, was a stark contrast against the surreal backdrop of swirling gases and floating islands.

With lightning speed, the dragon unleashed a relentless barrage of draconic spears, each one gleaming with deadly intent. Terry had only moments to react. In a desperate bid for survival, he transformed his weapon into a shield and braced himself for the impending onslaught.

The first few spears struck the makeshift shield, their thunderous impacts sending shockwaves through Terry’s body. Yet, this unexpected resistance provided him with a fleeting moment of stability, allowing him to regain his balance amidst the tumultuous descent.

The dragon’s relentless assault with its draconic spears continued, but as it witnessed Terry’s unwavering defense, it began to grow frustrated. The makeshift shield held strong, and Terry remained unscathed despite the relentless barrage.

Realization dawned on the silver dragon that this approach was futile. Its massive form suddenly pulled back, a deep rumble building within its chest. In an act of desperation and rage, the dragon unleashed another devastating mana cannon. The searing beam of energy erupted from its maw, racing toward Terry with deadly intent.

As the dragon’s monstrous mana cannon raced toward him, Terry clung to his shield for his life. The pressure was intense, both physical and mental. The shield quivered under the overwhelming force of the attack, its durability plummeting at an alarming rate.

Terry gritted his teeth, pouring every ounce of his concentration into maintaining the shield’s integrity. His body strained against the relentless power of the dragon’s attack, and for a moment, it felt as though he might be overwhelmed. The pressure was suffocating, his entire world reduced to the struggle to keep his shield from shattering.

Eventually, Terry crashed into a island, his back slammed into the ground, and the relentless force of the dragon’s mana cannon kept him pinned, threatening to tear the island apart beneath him. His body ached, and his strength was rapidly depleting, but in that moment of excruciating pain and exhaustion, he found a spark of determination.

Despite the overwhelming odds and the unbearable agony, Terry refused to give up. His thoughts drifted back to the days when he was powerless, when he had lost everything. The memory of those dark times fueled his resolve.

With sheer determination, he fought against the crushing force of the mana cannon. Inch by painful inch, he pushed himself up, his muscles trembling under the strain.The island beneath him began to splinter and crumble, but Terry pressed on. His willpower burned brighter than any fire, and he was determined to survive this trial.

As the relentless mana cannon attack finally ceased, the silver dragon, fueled by fury, hovered above the scattered remains of the shattered island. To its astonishment, it found Terry, battered and bruised, but alive and determined. Despite his mangled form and the partial regeneration of his injured leg, Terry was slowly getting back on his feet.

The dragon, in its seething rage, perceived Terry as nothing more than prey, an easy meal to sate its anger. It swooped down, ready to strike, thinking that devouring him would be its triumphant conclusion.

However, Terry had a different plan. As the massive silver dragon descended upon him, he drew upon the last vestiges of his strength and mana.

As Terry waited for the massive silver dragon to draw near, he focused his energy, preparing for the critical moment. In the final seconds before the beast reached him, he unleashed the Gungnir technique, a spear technique of unmatched precision. The spear, enhanced with Terry’s mana, shot like a lightning bolt toward the wound on the monster’s forehead, striking with incredible force.

Upon impact, the spear created a violent eruption, causing a torrent of blood to spew forth from the wound, painting the sky in crimson. The dragon roared in agony and fury as it writhed in pain from the debilitating strike.

It didn’t end there, the head of the monster collided against Terry, but he accepted the attack and he actually grabbed it while he was being crushed against the remains of the island. Still, he ignored that and began to drink the blood of the dragon.