Brook gritted his teeth as he looked at Antonio, who was smugly satisfied. As a Black Dragon, he actually lost to a peer White Dragon, and lost quite badly.
"I'll definitely win next time!" Brook spat the harsh words, then flew off the stage in disgrace.
Antonio hummed an obscure tune, flapped his Dragon Wings, and landed on the ground.
"Next up are Frost and Oceiel." The Dragon-blooded Human acting as referee announced.
Upon hearing the referee's words, the two male White Dragons, each over seven meters long, exchanged glances, their Dragon Wings flapping as they soared onto the stage, full of battle spirit.
They were the only two Dragon Beasts hatched from the batch of over ten White Dragon Eggs. From birth, they possessed the Dragon King's bloodline, allowing their bodies to grow, in just five years, to rival the size of juvenile Black Dragons.
