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Chapter 748: Dragon's Duel
“Aaa—”
Tinia slowly rose from the ground, her face still bearing the claw marks, yet her expression remained euphoric. A strand of saliva dripped from her lip, as if still savoring the memory of that single, brutal slap.
The White Dragon lowered her head, whispering softly:
"Master… please forgive me. I misunderstood."
It was clear—eradicating the innate spiritual sickness of this White Dragon would be a long and difficult journey.
Kai Xiusu sighed, no longer looking at her. Instead, he extended his Dragon Claw and emitted a vivid Magical Image.
Within the projection lay a vast, endless lake, cradled by towering mountains. Hundreds of Color Dragons—each shimmering in a different hue—circled above the water, gathering at its edge. Their voices rose in a thunderous, harmonious roar.
This was Lake Tewar—located on the southeastern border of the Empire of Ashen. And it was Kai Xiusu’s chosen arena for the coming Dragon Duel.
"So many dragons…"
Tinia stared, dazed. For the first time in her life, she had witnessed such a gathering of True Dragons.
"Why are they here? Is there a treasure buried beneath the lake?"
The White Dragon tilted her head, greed flickering in her eyes—an instinctive, primal urge. Even the Divine Oracle of Tiamat might not command such a gathering. Only something of immense value could draw so many Five-colored Dragons together.
"And what do you think?" Kai Xiusu asked, voice calm.
Tinia scratched her head, then suddenly realized—her expression darkened, her body tensing. Her gaze turned fierce, scales flaring open along her spine.
"Divine Oracle! That’s the Divine Oracle of the Dragon Queen! All those Color Dragons are Female Dragons!"
She stared at the image, her eyes burning with hatred. She looked like a predator confronting her sworn enemy.
Tinia turned to Kai Xiusu, teeth clenched.
"Master! How dare those lowly beasts covet your Bloodline! I’ll tear them apart! I’ll make them regret ever setting foot in this world!"
Kai Xiusu glanced at her.
"Are you planning to fight them all alone? Or do you wish to invite the Dragon Queen’s Divine Punishment—becoming a traitor to the Five-colored Dragon race?"
Tinia hesitated.
"Then… what should I do? Should I just stand by and watch?"
Kai Xiusu replied:
"I will hold a traditional Dragon Duel at Lake Tewar. Only the victor will be granted audience with me. You will enter as well—so that those Female Dragons sent by the Dragon Queen may be forced to leave."
"Ah… I see."
Tinia nodded thoughtfully, her gaze sharpening with resolve.
"Leave it to me, Master. I’ll achieve victory in Armor Class. I won’t shame you!"
Kai Xiusu gave a slight nod. Then, he drew forth a war hammer—ancient in design, wreathed in dense white fog.
This was a fragment of the "Father of Frost," Matalotok.
As an Artifact, Matalotok could split into weapons that carried a portion of its True Form’s power. The one Kai Xiusu held was one such fragment.
If the wielder earned Kai Xiusu’s approval, this hammer could even unleash up to seventy or eighty percent of the True Form’s Frost Divine Power.
"Master… is this?"
Tinia’s eyes widened. She instinctively licked her lips. The cold aura radiating from the weapon sent a shiver of ecstasy through her.
She could feel a terrifying aura of intimidation—the scent of Frost Divine Power. For a dragon of ice affinity, it was intoxicating.
An Artifact!
Tinia gasped. Was Kai Xiusu actually giving it to her?
Kai Xiusu added:
"Among the Color Dragons responding to this Divine Oracle, many are powerful beings greatly valued by the Dragon Queen. Even you may not stand a chance against them. This fragment of Matalotok perfectly matches your element. I’m granting it to you."
Granting it?
Instantly, Tinia’s already limited mind was flooded with astonishment and ecstasy.
This was an Artifact—no, even just a fragment of it was a Sub-Relic, priceless beyond measure. It could buy mountains of gold. Even Tiamat, the Dragon God, would treasure it.
To the Five-colored Dragons, such treasures were buried deep within their nests—swallowed whole, never to be seen. If discovered, the intruder was killed without mercy.
And yet, her Master waved it off like a trinket.
It defied all dragon instinct.
Unless… this was a test? A probe to see if she coveted his treasures?
She remembered what that Ogre had told her—something like… Probe.
Despite the fire in her eyes, Tinia forced herself to remain still, trembling.
Seeing the White Dragon frozen in place, trembling, Kai Xiusu couldn’t help but smirk.
"Well? Don’t you want it? I’ll take it back then—"
"Master! Wait!"
Tinia could no longer contain her urge. She lunged forward, throwing her arms around the war hammer, burying her face in its frosty surface, licking it ravenously.
She rolled ecstatically on the ground, tail wagging wildly—like a puppy that had just been given a new toy. The stern warnings of Lanpu were utterly forgotten.
After a long moment, she finally calmed, pressing her forehead against Kai Xiusu’s leg, bowing repeatedly.
"Thank you, Master! Thank you for the Bestowal! Thank you!!"
Ah, the essence of a White Dragon is clearly a Husky. No doubt about it.
Kai Xiusu shook his head, sighing.
"I gave you this hammer so you could fight, not to bury it in your nest. Go—test its power."
Tinia nodded vigorously, clutching the hammer tightly. Runes along its surface flared with icy blue light, radiating a bone-chilling aura.
“Boom—”
A distant howl of wind. The earth trembled. From beneath the ground, a massive ice mountain began to rise—unaffected by the scorching heat of the Dragonblood Mountains.
Tinia opened her maw, drawing in breath, and unleashed her usual torrent of supercooled liquid. But this time, with Matalotok’s power, her throat erupted with a thick, cobalt-blue beam.
The beam struck a distant rock—freezing it instantly. Frost spread across the surface, then exploded outward in a hundred-meter radius. Everything around was encased in ice. Even the moisture in the air crystallized into pure white and pale blue ice shards.
A blizzard swept across the land. The cold advanced relentlessly. The sky turned milky white, filled with swirling snowflakes and ice crystals.
"Master! I feel so powerful now!"
Tinia’s eyes gleamed with ecstasy.
"The Father of Frost and the White Dragon—perfect synergy. Solem must’ve used ancient White Dragon remains in crafting this hammer."
"Indeed," Kai Xiusu nodded approvingly. "With this Sub-Relic, Tinia’s strength now surpasses even the Primordial White Dragons. Defeating those Female Dragons will be effortless."
He then raised his claw, carving a spatial portal leading south.
"Go, Tinia. Do not disappoint me."
"Yes, Master! I’ll freeze those wretched dragons into ice blocks!"
With a triumphant, long roar, the White Dragon swallowed the war hammer whole, then flared her wings and dove into the portal.
Kai Xiusu stared at the floating Magical Image, smiling softly.
"Now… this should be entertaining."
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Empire of Ashen, Thrace Region, Lake Tewar.
The lake was ringed by mountains, inaccessible by road. Deep within the wilderness lived ferocious beasts and powerful monsters—long a place untouched by mortals.
But now, it teemed with life.
Dozens of Empire helicopters hovered nearby. Over ten thousand elite troops stood on high alert.
Yet the true spectacle were the dragons.
They circled the sky, rested along the shore, or clashed in chaotic brawls—dragon roars echoing in overlapping fury.
In just half a day, the number of dragons had dwindled from hundreds to barely seventy.
Green Dragons and Blue Dragons—aligned with order—had formed small regiments, uniting to counter the more powerful beings and secure their place.
Red Dragons, however, remained solitary. Proud and arrogant, they regarded every other dragon with disdain.
To them, each Female Dragon present was a rival—anyone who might steal the chance to bear offspring with the "Dragon Prince" and gain Divine Favor.
Yet every Red Dragon was utterly confident. They believed only a strong, powerful, physically imposing Female Dragon could catch Kai Xiusu’s eye.
As for the White Dragon?
The dragon’s disgrace. The White Beast.
Few White Dragons ever reached Lake Tewar. Even if a wise one arrived, Red Dragons would effortlessly drive her away—leaving her wounded and whimpering.
"Christina. You actually have the nerve to show up? Do you really think Kai Xiusu will notice a fool like you?"
Vesuvira, a Green Dragon, sneered, glancing sideways at the Blue Dragon with contempt.
Her followers echoed with malicious, rasping laughter.
In the recent war, Christina’s clan had suffered heavily. Their domains were seized by the Metal Dragon Race. Their nests plundered clean. The other Five-colored Dragons rejoiced—delighted by the schadenfreude.
"That’s because the Dragon Queen’s reinforcements haven’t arrived yet," Christina hissed, eyes blazing. Lightning crackled around her. "And you’d do well to hide that acid stench of yours, Green-Skinned lizard."
"We, the Faria Family, were the first to receive the Divine Oracle," she continued. "Years ago, I even had an audience with the Prince. He honored me as a guest."
Behind her, several Blue Dragons flared their wings, their bodies crackling with electric sparks. They let out low, threatening roars.
Vesuvira smirked.
"Exactly because of your weakness, the Dragon Queen sent out the Divine Oracle. You failed to complete even this simple quest."
A crackling roar erupted from the Blue Dragons—charged with electricity.
"Then let’s see who’s truly worthy! You, who only talk—will never even meet the Prince’s gaze!"
"Hmph."
In the tense air, Volkanis, a mature Red Dragon, let out a cold, dismissive laugh. At twenty meters long, she was feared by bards as the "Tyrant Flowing with Magma."
She lounged atop a jagged rock, her towering form casting a shadow over the others. Her disdain was plain.
"How pitiful. Look at your scrawny, weak bodies. You’re fit only to huddle in packs like lowly humans for warmth."
"Can you truly believe the mighty, majestic King Kai Xiusu would notice such frail creatures?"
She stood, chest puffed, muscles rippling beneath her crimson scales—proof of her Red Dragon dominance.
"Only a dragon like me—strong, powerful, born of the Queen’s favor—can fulfill the Divine Oracle. I will bear the strongest offspring for the Dragon Prince."
"We are Tiamat’s chosen. The natural rulers among the Five-colored Dragons. The ones who will reclaim the Earth with our Domain’s might!"
As she spoke, a distant, majestic roar echoed through the valley—accompanied by a chilling gust of wind.
"Who? Who dares disturb the great Volkanis?"
Volkanis spun, golden eyes blazing with fire.
There, in the distance, a white figure emerged.
"A White Dragon?"
The Red Dragon grinned—a fierce, furious smile.
"Pathetic White Beast. Who gave you permission to be here?"
"Who gave you the audacity… to interrupt me while I speak?"
The other Color Dragons turned their heads, murmuring in confusion.
"Another White Dragon?"
"Seriously? How absurd."
"Wait… did you notice? Her form… it’s different."
"Am I imagining it?"
"Normal White Dragons don’t make such a spectacle."
Vesuvira narrowed her eyes, studying closely.
"We all came from the south. But she arrived from the north—Empire of Ashen territory."
"And her appearance… it’s not right. Could it be… she was sent by the Prince?"
She whispered to her Green Dragon allies:
"Stay calm. Observe. Don’t act rashly."
"Ah… that cursed White Dragon’s name is Tinia," Christina growled, recognizing her. "Troublesome little pest. She ruined my plans last time."
As the White Dragon drew closer, the others finally saw her clearly—and gasped in awe.
She swept her broad wings, her body powerful and agile. Her white scales were encrusted with ice crystals, like a living armor, radiating dense white fog.
But the most shocking thing?
Her size.
She was larger than even Volkanis—the mature Red Dragon. Her length exceeded twenty-five meters.
"Such a massive White Dragon!"
"Could this be an Ancient White Dragon?"
"But how? By this age, White Dragons should have lost their reproductive capacity."
Even the Red Dragon was stunned for a moment.
But Volkanis quickly recovered. She stepped forward, blocking the White Dragon’s path, snarling:
"Old beast! I am the representative of the Dragon Queen’s will! I came here to bear offspring with Prince Kai Xiusu!"
"Who gave you permission? A dying, low-class White Dragon like you? You’re nothing but a base beast!"
The power gap was undeniable.
One was the mightiest being among the Five-colored Dragons. The other, a creature scorned as a disgrace.
Even an Ancient White Dragon would struggle against a prime Red Dragon.
To Volkanis, this was a divine opportunity—an easy way to assert dominance, to humble the unworthy, and prove her strength and bloodline.
And perhaps… just perhaps… she might catch the Prince’s eye. Gain his favor. Earn Tiamat’s Divine Favor.
It seemed perfect.
But the arrogant Red Dragon had never considered one thing:
She might lose.
(End of Chapter)
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