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Treacy felt discriminated against.
As a white dragon, she was accustomed to inspiring fear or awe in most creatures. Yet when she encountered her own kind, their gazes were invariably contemptuous and unbearable.
She had come with the initial intention of avenging herself against the centaurs.
Upon spotting the red-iron dragon within the Centaur Camp, the powerful Treacy refrained from immediately attacking.
The red-iron dragon's robust and imposing physique, densely packed thorn spikes, uniquely majestic wings, and bloodline as one of the two supreme dragon lineages all caught the white dragon's eye, even sparking thoughts of courtship.
She had never encountered a dragon like Garos before.
His bearing, appearance, and regal aura captivated her.
As for the age difference, that was no obstacle.
Dragons began to reach sexual maturity during their adolescent phase.
If exceptionally gifted, with traits that set them apart, it was common for younger dragons to attract the attention of older, opposite-sex dragons.
Driven by their reverence for strength, dragons often preferred older, more powerful members of their own kind.
However, what the white dragon hadn't anticipated was this:
The red-iron dragon she had grown fond of, even considering pursuing, immediately spoke to her with insolence, addressing her as "White Scale" right to her face.
In dragon culture, this term was among the most discriminatory and insulting epithets a white dragon could endure.
Treacy was no ordinary white dragon; she believed her innate talent was exceptional, having reached level 12 by adulthood!
After her dragon sleep following adulthood, she had already reached level 13 before even formally entering her prime age.
This was a level no ordinary white dragon could achieve.
Therefore, White Dragon Treacy possessed her own pride and dignity.
Now, her dignity had been trampled, and her heart burned with shame and fury.
The red-iron dragon's subsequent words sounded to her like sarcastic mockery.
A mere juvenile dragon!
Daring to humiliate me with such arrogance!
Treacy's dragon wings suddenly flared open, their nearly thirty-meter wingspan casting a thick shadow across the ground.
"A slip of the tongue?!"
Her voice was icy as she glared at Garos and roared:
"Hybrid dragon, all I see in you is damned arrogance and conceit! Has no dragon taught you to respect those older and stronger than yourself?!"
Hearing the white dragon's words, Garos felt somewhat wronged.
He genuinely hadn't intended to insult her.
The prejudice and contempt for white dragons were deeply ingrained in both his iron dragon and red dragon bloodlines.
Layered together, these biases caused Garos to instinctively blurt out "White Scale" the moment he saw her—a term dripping with discriminatory connotations.
Judging by the white dragon's size, she must already be an adult, perhaps even nearing her prime age.
Given Garos's temperament, he would have preferred to avoid provoking such an adult dragon.
While white dragons had a somewhat unfavorable reputation among the dragon race, Garos believed they were still dragons. A dragon over a hundred years old, nearing two hundred, would likely possess unique skills and hidden trump cards. It was best not to provoke them if possible.
Moreover, the white dragon's physique was slender compared to his, almost like a reed. Yet her sixteen-meter length loomed before him, while Garos's own length, from head to tail, barely reached fourteen meters. At first glance, the white dragon's physical attributes seemed superior.
However, now that the situation had escalated, Garos wouldn't back down. In the eyes of an evil dragon, retreat signified weakness, and weakness meant vulnerability—an invitation to be bullied. He had to project appropriate firmness.
More importantly...
White dragons? Garos harbored no prejudice against them. Yet he couldn't shake the feeling that they posed little threat to him, even this ancient white dragon before him.
The red-iron dragon's thorn spikes bristled slightly as he declared:
"I apologize, White Dragon Treacy."
He raised his head, meeting her icy gaze directly. "If you've come for vengeance, these centaurs are now my familiars, my wealth. I won't let you slaughter them."
Hearing this, the white dragon's fury intensified.
Why should the centaurs, whom she couldn't subdue, submit to a juvenile dragon?
"Red dragons pride themselves as the kings of the chromatic dragons, looking down on all other dragonkind. Iron dragons, arrogant and self-proclaimed rulers, believe they should dominate all dragons."
The white dragon exhaled icy mist, its back arching as it coiled to strike.
"Hybrid dragon, show me what makes you so bold as to speak so brazenly to an adult dragon!"
Treacy's dragon wings lashed out, unleashing a gale-force wind.
She dove downward, her four dragon claws tearing through the air. Ice crystals condensed into razor-sharp blades at her claw tips, glinting with a piercing chill in the night.
"Let me teach you some respect!"
The white dragon's roar echoed across the sky.
Battle was inevitable. Garos spread his wings and shot straight upward, meeting the white dragon's dive head-on.
Under the centaurs' watchful eyes, the white dragon's descent left an ice-blue trail across the sky, while Garos surged upward against the wind pressure like a crimson meteor streaking toward the heavens.
The moment their dragon bodies collided, ice mist and sparks erupted in a miniature meteor shower that rained down upon the earth.
Elvie took a deep breath, drew her longbow from her back, nocked an arrow, and fixed her sharp gaze on the white dragon circling overhead, ready to strike at any moment.
"Wait," Silvermane whispered from beside her. "Without the dragon lord's command, do not rashly intervene."
At the same moment, the aerial battle reached a fever pitch as the two dragons closed in on each other.
White Dragon Treacy extended her dragon claw, aiming to seize Garos.
Having spent her life in frigid regions covered in ice crystals and frozen earth, the white dragon's claws were the sharpest among the chromatic dragons. Each digit resembled a meticulously honed sword or short spear, allowing her to walk effortlessly across ice and easily pierce enemy defenses, tearing away flesh in great chunks.
Her body was also longer and more massive, giving her a significant reach advantage.
Her claw, encrusted with razor-sharp ice crystals, locked onto Garos's head and struck.
Garos flapped his wings, advancing rather than retreating.
His speed surged, his head weaving left and right with his body in a display of terrifying agility, dodging every savage claw strike from the white dragon.
In the next instant, the red-iron dragon's stocky, muscular frame slammed into the white dragon's chest.
Though shorter in length than the white dragon, the red-iron dragon's limbs were far thicker and more powerful. His iron-like muscles bulged visibly beneath his thick dragon scales.
An overwhelming, unstoppable force surged from the red-iron dragon.
The white dragon arched her body, feeling as if she had been struck by a meteor. The red-iron dragon's relentless assault sent her spiraling toward the ground.
Her opponent's body was like a solid block of iron—heavy, unyielding, and possessing an extraordinary density. Its weight seemed to surpass hers, and its strength was overwhelming.
The white dragon beat her wings frantically, trying to regain control, but she couldn't withstand the red-iron dragon's ferocious power. She continued to plummet.
If this were a level 13 red dragon, it would have sent me flying backward.
Garos was astonished by the white dragon's weakness.
How can my physical attributes be inferior to those of a mere level 10 juvenile dragon?!
The humiliating reality of being outmatched by a lower-level opponent ignited the white dragon's fury.
She shook her head and unleashed a piercing dragon's roar. This was no mere primal scream, but a magic incantation capable of manipulating the elements.
Ice Wind Art!
As the white dragon flapped her wings in a casting motion, a frigid gale erupted from her center. The icy winds, sharp as blades and spinning with blinding speed, tore into Garos's body, instantly etching dense cracks across his scales.
Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!
The explosive scales, heated by the attack, released scorching heat that clashed violently with the icy winds. Ear-splitting hisses and billowing white steam filled the air. Yet, due to the encroaching cold, the scales shattered without erupting into flames.
My ice resistance still isn't high enough, Garos thought.
Innate weaknesses weren't easily overcome. Ice-type damage remained the most effective way to counter him.
A chill ran through him, his blood seeming to freeze and his circulation slowing, weakening his strength.
The white dragon, driven by primal combat instincts, immediately sensed this. She stabilized herself with a powerful flap of her wings, her chanting never faltering as she completed another spell.
Ice Armor!
Layers of ice crystals materialized, spreading across her scales like an additional layer of glacial armor.
(End of the Chapter)
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