Translator: AnubisTL
"Hold this position for a while, then try moving your body."
"Garos said.
At that moment, dark clouds obscured the moon, and time gradually slipped away.
The red-silver dragon's thoughts were somewhat muddled.
She wasn't truly focused on Garos's instructions, but rather carefully sensing the warmth and texture of his dragon claw, moving in accordance with his guidance.
Suddenly.
The red-silver dragon sniffed the air, detecting a familiar scent.
Before she could fully process it, the temperature in Dragon Valley plummeted as if winter had arrived in an instant.
Crack, crack, crack... Frost crystallized inch by inch from the ground, spreading rapidly outward. The lake's surface, which had been rippling gently in the darkness, froze over with a thick layer of ice in an instant.
Garos had long since trained his ice-type resistance.
Yet even so, he felt a bone-chilling cold, an unnatural coldness that seemed to penetrate his marrow and freeze his very soul.
"Evil dragon!"
At the same moment Garos's instincts flared, a thunderous roar of fury echoed from the sky.
A magnificent adult dragon, twenty-five meters long from head to tail, with shimmering silver scales, tore through the clouds, leaving trails of frozen frost in its wake. It appeared above Dragon Valley, its eyes locked fiercely on the red-iron dragon.
It was Frostmark Edri.
In his eyes, the monstrous hybrid red-iron dragon was cruelly contorting his precious offspring into grotesque poses, tormenting his child.
"Damn, another misunderstanding," Garos thought, sensing the adult dragon's chilling murderous intent.
Crack, crack, crack— A bone-deep chill surged through Garos's body. Without warning, frigid qi erupted from his surroundings, encasing his scales in a layer of frost and freezing him into an ice sculpture, yet leaving the red-silver dragon unharmed.
"Go to hell!" Edri roared, using a spell-like ability to freeze the red-iron dragon solid. He then folded his wings, enveloping himself in a blizzard of icy wind, and charged forward.
Crash! The ice encasing the red-iron dragon shattered. Cracks spiderwebbed across his Cold Exploding Scales, but no heat had accumulated within his body.
"The primary sources of heat energy are heat absorption and kinetic energy absorption," Garos realized, identifying a critical weakness of his Cold Exploding Scales. "Freezing attacks like this are my bane."
But now was not the time for analysis. He sensed imminent danger.
Edri, an 18th-level adult silver dragon, Frostmark Edri, the overlord of metallic dragons in the Frontierlands—his dragon might was as tangible as steel, bone-chillingly cold, and overwhelmingly vast. Wyverns cowered, unable to lift their heads, and familiars trembled uncontrollably. Even Garos felt the crushing weight of his presence.
Compared to Frostmark, the White Dragon Treacy seemed like nothing more than a hissing, arch-backed cat.
As a faint glow emanated from his space ring, a barrel of 95 Black Oil and a pouch of fairy scale powder appeared in Garos's mouth. The frenzy state and Bloodburst Technique were also ready to activate at a moment's notice.
In a direct fight, Garos stood no chance.
But with his Heavenly Comet Wings, if he consumed the black oil and scale powder, then simultaneously activated all three stages of his power, focusing solely on escape, even an adult silver dragon would struggle to restrain him.
Hummm— Dark crimson flames surged behind his dragon wings.
Black-red dragon qi and golden frenzy lightning coiled around Garos's body, his preparations complete.
Just then, Deborah urgently flapped her wings and soared into the air, positioning herself between the silver dragon and the red-iron dragon.
"Father, you've misunderstood!" she cried out. "He's not an evil dragon. We were just training!"
The silver dragon froze mid-motion, hovering in the air.
Edri heard the red-silver dragon's explanation, but the fury on his face didn't immediately dissipate. Instead, it intensified. "You naturally evil red-iron dragon," he roared, "how dare you corrupt my daughter!"
He confronted the red-iron dragon, his voice thunderous, and lunged forward again.
However, the red-silver dragon stood firmly before him. "Father, he's different! Please let me explain."
The silver dragon frowned. Seeing Deborah shielding the red-iron dragon, and recalling her deceptions and concealments, he felt a surge of nameless fury.
"Oh dear, oh dear," a playful voice chimed in. The red copper dragon Serena swooped down, her tone teasing. "My dear Mr. Silver Scale, where has your usual composure gone? You've become as hot-tempered as a red dragon."
At that moment, the red-iron dragon suddenly dispersed his imposing qi.
He slightly retracted his dragon wings and placed his foreclaws lightly on the ground—the standard non-combat stance of the dragon race.
He gazed up at the enraged silver dragon in the sky, his voice steady and unafraid. "So you're Lord Edri. Deborah has mentioned you many times. Seeing you in person, I can truly appreciate your extraordinary dragon might."
The red-iron dragon's voice was like fire-tempered steel—scorching yet restrained.
After a brief pause, he met the silver dragon's scrutinizing gaze directly and continued, his tone neither servile nor arrogant. "As Deborah's friend, I should have visited her esteemed silver dragon father long ago. However, I've been preoccupied with restoring order to the Frontierlands—bringing stability to this chaotic region—which delayed my visit."
Garos's calm, rational words, devoid of any violent emotion or provocative anger, immediately eased the tense atmosphere.
The silver dragon paused, then scrutinized the red-iron dragon before him. The fury in its eyes gradually subsided, though lingering resentment and suspicion remained. The bone-chilling killing intent that had permeated the air vanished.
The icy qi that had seeped into Garos's marrow gradually dissipated, retracting into the silver dragon's body.
Garos knew the most dangerous moment had passed.
To orderly dragons, speak of order; demonstrate order. His words had achieved their intended effect.
Dragon Taming Art: Silver Dragon Chapter
The debate of order outweighs the proof of strength; a rational demeanor surpasses a roaring display.
To speak of order to a silver dragon is like solving riddles with a red copper dragon. Calmness, rationality, and a yearning for order will earn the silver dragon's favor.
The red copper dragon Serena stared at Garos in astonishment.
He's so eloquent?
Good, good, no wonder Deborah couldn't bear to go home.
He really is different from other evil dragons.
(End of the Chapter)
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