On the Fertile Plain under the wind and snow, the Red Iron Dragon gently stretched its body, and a fine prickling sensation immediately arose from all over, causing it to slightly tense its muscles. Those tiny wounds immediately stopped oozing blood.
He glanced at his own scale armor, riddled with cracks.
Few dragons, like him, allow their followers to attack them as a form of training. The number of battle scar patterns on his Black-Red Scale Armor had increased considerably, and once these cracks healed, some would form new battle scar patterns.
"If I keep progressing at this pace, I might be covered with battle scar patterns by adulthood, or at the latest, by middle age."
"Also, my Cold Burst Scales have a unique structure, with no battle scar patterns on them, primarily on the inner Dragon Scales."
