Ex-Rank Awakening: My Attacks Make Me Stronger - Chapter 321

Chapter 321: EX 321. Heart Attack
Leon stood over the fallen dragon, his gaze cold and unrelenting as it locked onto Greg’s battered form.

The blue dragon was a wreck. His right eye barely opened, his scales were cracked in several places, and his wings hung limp and torn, they were too damaged to ever catch the wind again without months of recovery. The last slam had drained the life out of him, leaving only a trembling mass of blood, scale, and pride.

“I…m so…rryy…” Greg rasped through shallow breaths. His jaw hung at an odd angle, words slurring through the broken bones.

Leon heard him clearly, but he only shook his head. “It’s already too late for that.”

Greg’s one good eye widened in disbelief. For the first time in centuries, tears welled up in the dragon’s gaze. “Ple…ase… ple…ase… I a…m sor…ry…”

The tears fell freely now, glinting faintly in the dirt below as Leon raised his sword—its edge glowing faintly in the blood-red twilight.

Then a voice cut through the air, sharp and furious.

“Don’t you dare lay your hands on that dragon!”l

Leon froze for a moment, his jaw tightening in frustration.

“Of course…”

The distant sound of flapping wings grew louder. Flap. Flap. Flap.

A shadow swept across the ground as three dragons descended, their wings stirring up waves of dust and wind. The largest, an enormous brown dragon whose scales shimmered like burnished iron, landed with a thunderous crash. Its golden eyes flicked to Greg, then darkened with fury.

“You filthy human, You dare?” it growled, voice deep enough to rattle the stones.

Greg’s one working eye lit up with a flicker of cruel satisfaction. Through his shattered jaw, he forced out a garbled laugh. “Yo…u’r… go..ing…to… die… now… hu…man.”

It was meant to be mocking, triumphant even, but with half his face mangled and blood spilling from his mouth, it looked pitiful.

Leon didn’t bother replying.

A faint hum filled the air.

Then Greg’s grin froze. His chest tightened, a sharp pain searing through his heart. His body convulsed once before a hoarse, guttural wail escaped him.

And then, silence.

His eye glazed over, his body going limp in the dirt.

The brown dragon’s head snapped toward Leon, disbelief flashing across its face. “What did you do?!” it roared.

Leon shrugged, sword lowering casually. “Must’ve been a heart attack.”

The brown dragon just stared at him, lost for words.

“…”

****

The large brown dragon stared at Leon, disbelief written across its scaled face.

“Do you take me for a fool, human?” it thundered, its voice shaking the air.

Leon met its glare without flinching. His tone was calm, almost casual. “Am I supposed to?”

The retort hit like a slap. The dragon’s massive jaw tightened, caught off guard by the human’s nerve. For a moment, it looked ready to strike, but then its gaze shifted toward Greg’s corpse.

He hadn’t actually seen Leon land the killing blow. Yes, Greg had been beaten within an inch of his life, but dragons were durable. They didn’t just die like that. A few shattered bones, a torn wing, a cracked skull, none of that was enough to kill a Rank 7.

‘Could it actually have been a heart attack?’ the brown dragon thought, brow furrowing.

A low, ancient voice echoed in Leon’s mind.

Originus: “How did my people become so dumb… to actually believe it was a heart attack?”

Leon kept his face blank, though his thoughts flickered with amusement. ‘What’s wrong with a heart attack?’

There was silence for a beat. Then the primordial dragon muttered dryly,

Originus: “Well, this heart attack must have a foul temper.”

A faint smirk tugged at Leon’s lips.

Originus didn’t need proof, he knew Leon was the cause. But to anyone watching, it looked exactly as it appeared: a dragon dropping dead due to heart failure.

‘I guess it’s still not there yet,’ Leon thought, lowering his sword slightly. ‘I’ll need to practice with Mark more before I can fully control it.’

The three dragons still stood before him, scales gleaming and eyes burning with hostility. Their auras pressed down like a stormfront, it was thick, heavy and furious.

But leon didn’t even blink.

To him, they were small fry.

****

The brown dragon’s eyes burned with fury as he turned to the two behind him, a green and a purple dragon still frozen in place.

“Capture him, We’ll question him after.” the brown dragon commanded, voice rumbling like thunder

The two exchanged uneasy glances. The purple one, Richardan, shifted his wings and forced a nervous laugh. “Luke, why don’t you go first?”

The green dragon blinked. “Richardan, you’re stronger than me. It’s best you go first.”

Reudeus, the brown dragon, exhaled sharply through his nostrils. Sparks flickered in his breath. “Useless, What happened to your dragon pride?”

Without waiting for an answer, he stomped forward, the ground trembling beneath his claws. He would do it himself.

Behind him, Richardan and Lukerel didn’t move. They just watched. Greg had been the strongest among those that had recently advanced to rank 7 and yet he’d been turned into a bleeding heap and killed by a heart attack.

Neither of them wanted to find out what other kinds of “heart problems” this human could cause.

Reudeus stopped a few paces from Leon, his shadow swallowing the ground between them. “Be warned, human, You stand before the great I, Reudeus!”

Leon’s expression didn’t change. His eyes were calm, detached and almost bored. He drew Void Blade in a single smooth motion, the dark metal humming faintly in the air.

“Let’s get this over with.”

And in the next moment he moved.

What followed was a blur of speed and sound, then a flash of steel, a roar, and the shockwave that rolled through the mountains like a quake.

Lukerel’s scales prickled in fear. “I’m going to get backup!” he shouted, wings spreading wide.

“Wait for me!” Richardan said quickly, taking off beside him.

The two dragons fled into the distance, leaving Reudeus alone.

His furious bellows echoed through the mountains soon after, deep, ragged, and fading into silence.