The second layer of black-red scales exposed by the Red-Iron Dragon rapidly opened and closed, trembling, instantly turning crimson and scalding hot, like red-hot iron. Rolling heat waves surged from the gaps in his scales, dispersing all the chill left by the Silver Dragon's attack.
"Old thing, it's my turn!"
The Silver Dragon's smile transferred to Garros's face. He inhaled deeply and opened his maw at close range, biting down on a dazzling, brilliant ball of flames that even the Silver Dragon felt was dangerous. Furthermore, his whole body was as scalding as a branding iron, causing bursts of intense pain to travel up the claw pressing on the Red-Iron Dragon's head.
The Silver Dragon wanted to get away immediately.
But the dragon claw grasping Garros's head was also pierced by Garros's dragon horns, restricting him. By the time he pulled his claw out and retreated, the breath in Garros's mouth was already on the verge of being released.
Boom!
Destruction Dragon Breath surged wildly from his mouth like a cannon barrel. The torrent of flames, thick as substance, landed at close range on the Silver Dragon's crossed defensive arms, then pushed hard against the Silver Dragon's massive, agile body, forcing him inch by inch toward the sky.
When the Dragon Breath dissipated.
The dragon scales on the Silver Dragon's arms had completely turned the color of red-hot metal. His shoulders, chest, and even his face had many patches turned branding red. Amidst the alternation of cold and heat, a large amount of steam permeated the air, and the surrounding air was distorted by the high temperature and heat.
Fire-type damage was effective against the Silver Dragon; his whole body burned with stinging pain, causing him to bare his teeth and grimace.
However, the Silver Dragon's expression instead became relaxed.
"Such a powerful Dragon Breath; the little brat has already exhausted his strength. Next, I'll give him a good beating."
Just as the Silver Dragon thought this, a loud, chaotic crackle of electricity sounded in his ears.
Zzzzt! Zzzzt!
After Garros spat out the Destruction Dragon Breath and pushed the Silver Dragon into the sky, once this breath was exhausted, he decisively activated the Frenzied State.
Boom!
The golden dragon shadow was like lightning, tearing through the thick, permeating steam, and before the Silver Dragon could react, it arrived in front of him.
Level 3 Dragon Qi rotation!
Enhanced Claw Strike!
Thud! Thud!
His claws alternated left and right, carrying golden lightning and black-Red Dragon Qi, striking the Silver Dragon's head repeatedly.
As scales shattered and scattered, hit by the Red-Iron Dragon's suddenly surging power, the Mature Adult Dragon Silver Dragon also saw stars and felt dizzy, unable to react for a moment.
If it had been a Mature Adult Dragon White Dragon, it probably would have collapsed to the ground directly from this strike.
Enhanced Tail Strike!
The scales on his dragon tail clanged and interlocked, transforming into sharp blades and spears, expanding several times in size. His sharp, exposed body suddenly spun, and Garros's blade-tail swept across the Silver Dragon's chest, leaving a long bloodstain accompanied by a spray of sparks.
The tearing pain from his chest brought the Silver Dragon back to his senses.
He angrily raised his dragon claw, seizing the gap in the Red-Iron Dragon's attacks to counterattack.
Reflexive Dodge!
The Red-Iron Dragon had used a combat skill in advance, instinctively swaying left and right to dodge all of the Silver Dragon's slightly sluggish attacks.
The next moment.
He pounced back at the Silver Dragon again.
Dense golden lightning fluttered wildly on his head, neck, and spine, while black-Red Dragon Qi coiled around his claws and dragon tail.
Enhanced Claw Strike!
Enhanced Tail Strike!
Dragon Wing Consecutive Slash!
The Red-Iron Dragon instantly transformed into a ferocious combat weapon, launching a continuous, high-frequency attack with his sharp claws, dragon wings, and tail.
In one go.
Like a violent storm, he poured it out onto the Silver Dragon.
Accompanied by the sound of metal colliding and teeth-gritting tearing.
In just a few short, rapid breaths, the Silver Dragon was covered in bloodstains, no longer looking elegant; his shiny, beautiful scales became unsightly, tattered and torn.
Garros held nothing back, squandering his Dragon Qi.
In a short time, his Dragon Qi was basically bottomed out.
At the same time.
The Silver Dragon's wings vibrated, and a brilliant light shone on his body. Patterns like forked branches or cracked ice marks emerged from his scales, extending and covering his wings.
Thick, sea-like Demonic Energy surged and churned within his body.
Chill began to permeate, and ice crystals appeared out of thin air.
At this point, he was no longer just fighting with his body.
He was anxious.
He was desperate.
Garros's eyes flashed. Realizing this, he decisively folded his wings, retracting all the frenzied lightning and the remaining little bit of Dragon Qi.
"As expected of the most powerful Silver Dragon in The Borderlands!"
The Red-Iron Dragon's voice rumbled through the valley: "I tried my best, yet I only left a few scorch marks on your scales. I have lost this contest!"
He knew when to stop, admitting defeat at lightning speed before the Silver Dragon could start the next round of attacks, and moved toward the Copper Dragon mother and daughter.
Watching Garros move toward them while shouting, the tip of Copper Dragon Serena's tail couldn't help but twitch a few times, and she let out a snicker.
She gradually understood why little Deborah was so infatuated with him.
This Red-Iron Dragon was indeed interesting.
When he was aggressive, he was like a rainstorm, daring to fight even a Mature Adult Dragon Silver Dragon, yet he knew when to advance and retreat, and when it was time to yield, he did so without any hesitation.
Listening to little Deborah, he was also very good at riddles and willing to play riddle games with Copper Dragons.
"He is an excellent Hybrid Dragon, and there is a possibility of guiding him toward goodness and order. Adrie should have barely accepted him in the depths of his heart."
Copper Dragon Serena thought to herself.
Among Dragonkin, one ultimately has to speak with strength. The Silver Dragon proposing a sparring match was indeed to vent his anger, but at the same time, it was also to test the Red-Iron Dragon's mettle.
Being excellent and powerful oneself allows one to earn respect wherever they go.
Otherwise, everything else is just empty talk.
Under the gaze of his partner and children, the Silver Dragon hovered in mid-air, silent for a long time. Finally, he let out a laugh like metal rubbing against metal, revealing a free-spirited appearance, and those biting, piercing chills dissipated along with it.
He folded his wings and slowly landed in front of Garros.
"You certainly know when to advance and retreat."
The Silver Dragon said with a chuckle, raising his massive front claw to press on Garros's shoulder. The elegant dragon claw was now as heavy as a mountain, crushing the black-red scales until fine cracks appeared.
"This old thing has ill intentions when he smiles; when his expression is cold, that's actually his normal state."
"Reserved, elegant, noble. These words used to describe Silver Dragons in the dragon heritage, I haven't seen them in him."
"White Dragons are one thing, but other Mature Adult Dragons who have lived for hundreds of years have mostly mature minds."
"Facing such a dragon, I need to be more serious and cautious. I was truly careless just now, actually being deceived by the Silver Dragon. Fortunately, he also has the problem of Dragonkin pride, which is equivalent to binding his own arms to fight me."
Garros felt the increasing pressure on his shoulder and thought silently to himself.
He felt that the stereotypes of dragon heritage were very strong. The reality was that, perhaps on the whole, they approached the impression of the heritage, but in fact, every dragon also had its own different personality.
For example, the Silver Dragon before him.
When he first released goodwill, showed a smile, and his expression was no longer cold.
Garros truly thought he had let it go, but it turned out he was deliberately trying to lower his guard, finding excuses in various ways to fight him.
If it weren't for the Silver Dragon holding onto his status, proposing the premise of restricting Spell-like Ability and class skills.
Garros would probably have suffered this time.
"You are the first Young Dragon in hundreds of years to make me bleed in melee combat."
The Silver Dragon'smiling' said.
"Meeting is better than hearing of it. The father Deborah admires is truly extraordinary. Your Excellency Adrie, I am very happy that we can get along amicably. Being able to spar with a Mature Adult Dragon like you, I have benefited a lot."
The Red-Iron Dragon broke free from the Silver Dragon's heavy sharp claws, also smiling brightly.
If someone who didn't know the inside story saw this, they would probably think these two dragons were chatting happily, cherishing each other, living in harmony, and getting along very well.
At this time.
Red-Silver Dragon walked up to Garros, unable to hide her happiness, and said cheerfully: "Garros, you even made my father look disheveled; you are truly amazing!"
Although he had admitted defeat, in the Red-Silver Dragon's eyes, he was the winner.
The muscles at the corner of the Silver Dragon's eyes twitched violently.
"No, no, I still have a long way to go."
"It's all thanks to Your Excellency Adrie showing mercy; otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to withstand even one move."
"Being able to cause damage to him was because I was too nervous and couldn't control my own strength at all. The fact that I don't have many wounds on me is precisely because Your Excellency Adrie was calm and composed, far stronger than me."
The Red-Iron Dragon said humbly and complimentarily, not continuing to rub salt into the Silver Dragon's wounds, but instead giving him a way out.
Is this dragon brat actually not that bad?
After hearing the Red-Iron Dragon's words, the Silver Dragon suddenly thought so.
Was I being biased?
He reflected on his own problem.
However, when he caught a glimpse of his daughter's gaze, which was entirely focused on the Red-Iron Dragon, the slight goodwill that had just sprouted instantly froze—an old father's sour anger always needs an outlet.
"Deborah is hurting me."
The Red-Iron Dragon thought to himself.
Under normal circumstances, he would have a high probability of gaining the Silver Dragon's favor. Unfortunately, the current situation was clearly not normal; the old father Silver Dragon was in a state of jealousy, and with Deborah's occasional face-to-face provocation, ordinary 'dragon taming' methods were basically useless against him.