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Translator: AnubisTL
The red-iron dragon's second layer of black-and-crimson scales rapidly opened and closed, vibrating intensely until they glowed crimson-hot, like molten iron. Waves of scorching heat surged from the gaps between his scales, completely dispelling the silver dragon's lingering chill.
Old man, it's my turn now!
The silver dragon's smile shifted to Garos's face. He took a deep breath, opened his jaws at close range, and revealed a ball of dazzling, fiery energy that even the silver dragon sensed as dangerous. His entire body burned like a branding iron, sending searing pain through the dragon claw gripping his head.
The silver dragon immediately tried to retreat.
But his dragon claw, still clutching Garos's head, was pierced by Garos's dragon horn, restricting his movement. As he withdrew his claw and backed away, Garos's destruction dragon breath was already surging forth.
Boom!
A torrent of destruction dragon breath erupted from Garos's cannon-like mouth. The solidified stream of crimson flames struck the silver dragon's crossed arms at point-blank range, then relentlessly pushed against his massive, agile body, forcing him inch by inch into the sky.
When the dragon breath dissipated,
the silver dragon's arm scales had turned molten red, and patches of his shoulders, chest, and even face glowed like embers. Steam billowed from the alternating cold and heat, distorting the surrounding air with intense heat.
Fire-type attacks were highly effective against silver dragons, causing searing pain that made him grimace and bare his teeth.
Yet the silver dragon's expression suddenly relaxed.
Such a powerful dragon breath... the whelp must have exhausted his strength. Time to give him a good beating.
Just as the silver dragon thought this, a loud, crackling electrical sound filled his ears.
Zzzzt! Zzzzt!
Garos unleashed his destruction dragon breath, blasting the silver dragon into the sky. As soon as the breath ran out, he decisively activated his frenzy state.
Boom!
The golden dragon shadow tore through the dense steam like lightning, closing the distance before the silver dragon could react.
Level 3 Dragon Qi Circulation!
Enhanced Claw Strike!
Bang! Bang!
His claws alternated left and right, each strike crackling with golden lightning and black-red dragon qi, hammering relentlessly against the silver dragon's head.
Shattered scales erupted as the adult silver dragon, overwhelmed by the red-iron dragon's sudden surge of power, saw stars and reeled, momentarily unable to retaliate.
Had this been an adult white dragon, such an attack would likely have left it crippled on the ground.
enhanced tail strike!
The scales on Garos's tail clanked together, transforming into a keen blade and spear. Swollen several times larger than before, his body coiled with lethal sharpness, he spun abruptly, his blade-like tail slashing across the silver dragon's chest. Sparks flew as a long, bloody gash was carved into the silver dragon's flesh.
The searing pain jolted the silver dragon back to his senses.
Enraged, the silver dragon raised its dragon claw, seizing the brief opening in the red-iron dragon's attack to retaliate.
Reflexive Evasion!
The red-iron dragon had preemptively activated its martial skill, instinctively swaying left and right to dodge the silver dragon's somewhat sluggish counterattack.
In the next instant, it lunged back at the silver dragon.
Dense golden lightning crackled above its head, along its neck, and down its spine, while crimson-black dragon qi coiled around its claws and tail.
Enhanced Claw Strike!
enhanced tail strike!
dragon wing combo slash!
The red-iron dragon transformed into a ferocious combat weapon, unleashing a relentless barrage of high-frequency attacks with its claws, wings, and tail.
One swift strike!
Like a torrential storm, the onslaught crashed down upon the silver dragon.
Amidst the clanging of metal and the sickening tearing of flesh, the silver dragon was soon covered in bloody gashes. Its once-elegant form was now a mangled mess, its gleaming scales torn and battered beyond recognition.
Garos held nothing back, recklessly expending his dragon qi.
In this brief exchange, his dragon qi reserves had dwindled to almost nothing.
Simultaneously, the silver dragon's wings shuddered, and a brilliant light erupted from its body. Branch-like patterns, resembling cracked ice, spread across its scales, extending to cover its wings.
A vast, ocean-like surge of magic energy surged within its body.
Freezing air began to emanate, and ice crystals materialized in the air.
This was no longer a mere physical brawl.
Desperate. He's desperate.
Garos's eyes flashed as he realized the consequences. He swiftly retracted his wings, channeling the surging lightning and his remaining dragon qi inward.
"As expected of the Frontierlands' most powerful silver dragon!" the red-iron dragon's voice boomed through the valley. "Even with all my strength, I could only leave a few scorched marks on your scales. I concede defeat!"
He seized the opportunity, surrendering at lightning speed before the silver dragon could launch another attack, and moved closer to the red copper dragon mother and daughter.
Watching Garos shout and approach, Serena, the red copper dragon, couldn't help but twitch the tip of her tail and chuckle softly.
She was beginning to understand why Little Deborah had been so captivated by him.
This red-iron dragon was truly intriguing.
When aggressive, he was like a torrential storm, daring to challenge even an adult silver dragon. Yet he also knew when to retreat, yielding without hesitation when necessary.
According to Little Deborah, he was also skilled at riddles and enjoyed playing guessing games with the red copper dragons.
"He's an exceptional hybrid dragon," Serena mused, "with the potential to guide others toward good and order. Deep down, Lord Edri must grudgingly acknowledge him."
Among dragonkind, strength ultimately determined respect. While the silver dragon had proposed the duel to vent his anger, it was also a test of the red-iron dragon's mettle.
Being inherently excellent and powerful, the silver dragon commanded respect wherever he went.
Otherwise, all talk was empty.
Under the watchful eyes of his mate and offspring, the silver dragon hovered in mid-air for a long moment, then let out a metallic, grinding laugh, adopting a carefree demeanor. The bone-chilling cold that had emanated from him dissipated.
He folded his wings and descended slowly, landing before Garos.
"You understand when to advance and when to retreat," the silver dragon chuckled, placing a massive foreclaw on Garos's shoulder. The elegant dragon claw now felt as heavy as a mountain, its weight causing fine cracks to spiderweb across Garos's crimson-black scales.
This old beast's laughter is ominous; his cold indifference is far more natural,Ā Garos thought silently, feeling the pressure on his shoulder intensify.
Dignified, elegant, noble... these are the words used to describe silver dragons in the inheritance texts, but I see none of them in him.
While white dragons might be an exception, most mature dragons who have lived for centuries possess highly developed minds.
Facing such a dragon requires utmost caution and seriousness. I was careless earlier, allowing myself to be deceived by the silver dragon. Fortunately, his draconic pride is his weakness, forcing him to fight with one hand tied behind his back.
Garos felt that the stereotypes surrounding dragon heritage were deeply ingrained. While the overall impression of the inheritance might align with these stereotypes, the reality was that each dragon possessed a distinct personality.
Take the silver dragon before him, for example.
When Garos first showed goodwill, offering a smile that broke through his cold demeanor, he genuinely believed the dragon had let go of his animosity. He never imagined it was a deliberate ploy to lower his guard, a cunning scheme to provoke a fight.
If the silver dragon hadn't insisted on restricting the use of spell-like abilities and class skill, Garos would have been in serious trouble.
"You're the first juvenile dragon in centuries to draw blood from me in melee combat," the silver dragon said with a 'smile'.
"Hearing about you doesn't do you justice. Lord Edri, the father Deborah admires so much, is truly extraordinary. I'm delighted we could interact amicably. Engaging with a mature dragon like you has been immensely beneficial."
The red-iron dragon broke free from the silver dragon's heavy claws, his own smile radiant.
To an outsider, the scene would have appeared as if the two dragons were engaged in friendly banter, mutually respecting each other, and enjoying a harmonious exchange.
At that moment, the red-silver dragon approached Garos, unable to conceal his excitement. "Garos, you even managed to make my father look disheveled! You're incredible!"
Though he had conceded defeat, the red-iron dragon was, in the eyes of the red-silver dragon, the true victor.
The silver dragon's eye twitched violently.
"No, no, I'm still far from being his equal," the red-iron dragon said humbly, showering praise on his opponent. "It was only thanks to Lord Edri's mercy that I survived even a single exchange. The damage I inflicted was purely due to my own nervousness, causing me to lose control of my strength. The fact that I emerged with so few injuries is precisely because Lord Edri remained calm and composed, demonstrating his overwhelming superiority."
The red-iron dragon's humility and flattery offered the silver dragon a face-saving exit, rather than rubbing salt into his wounds.
Perhaps this dragon cub isn't so bad after all?Ā the silver dragon suddenly thought.Ā Have I been prejudiced against him?Ā He began to reflect on his own biases.
However, when he caught his daughter's gaze fixed entirely on the red-iron dragon, the budding goodwill froze instantly. A father's bitter jealousy always demands an outlet.
Deborah is ruining everything for me,Ā the red-iron dragon thought bitterly.
Under normal circumstances, he would have likely won the silver dragon's favor. But these were far from normal circumstances. The silver dragon was in a jealous rage, and Deborah's constant provocations made ordinary dragon-taming tactics utterly ineffective.
(End of the Chapter)
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