A Dragon against the Whole World

Chapter 78: Chapter 78: I’ll Be Back!

Under the stormy sky, the Red Copper Dragon wiggled its tail proudly after finishing its riddle, waiting for Galos to respond.

Galos was speechless, falling into silence.

Aborn ’Riddle Dragon’ like the Red Copper Dragon has a natural trait when crafting riddles—it never lies.

Its riddle offered multiple hints, not very difficult.

Galos guessed the answer.

—Luck.

The Red Copper Dragon’s appearance before him wasn’t due to negligence, nor was it due to tracking equipment or treasure, but rather the elusive and unfathomable luck.

This outcome made him sigh in relief, yet he didn’t forget his need to overcome the grinding desire and greed for treasures.

Galos blinked, looking at the ring on the Red Copper Dragon’s horn and the bulging scale armor around its neck, filled again with gold coins and gemstones.

Ever since he managed to swallow a Magic Gemstone, he seldom trained in that aspect.

He felt this was because of his instinct to guard the treasure, subconsciously letting himself ignore it, but now he recognized this weakness anew.

The best way to overcome fear is to face it head-on.

Galos decided to rob the Red Copper Dragon’s treasure again and then, in leisure, face these treasures, attempting to devour them, honing his will, and overcoming infatuation.

At the very least, reach the point where he can swallow two Magic Gemstones at once!

This requires immense willpower, even more torturous than physical pain, only the Dragon Race knows how much determination and courage this feat demands.

On the other hand.

Because Galos didn’t answer for a long time, the Red Copper Dragon thought he couldn’t guess its riddle and spun in the air, revealing the answer to itself: ”Mixed-blood Dragon, the answer is—luck!”

Galos turned his head.

He slowly spread his huge Dragon Wings inch by inch, gently flapping, disturbing the surrounding rainwater, and rose into the air, aligning at the same height as the Red Copper Dragon, about a kilometer apart.

”Fools win with luck, the weak turn their fortune with luck.”

Galos grinned and said, ”Red Copper Dragon, it seems you are self-aware, knowing you are both a fool and weak.”

The Red Copper Dragon’s smile stiffened.

Thinking carefully, it seemed so.

The riddle it posed belittled itself... This kind of situation where you lift a rock only to drop it on your own foot feels a bit uncomfortable.

”You came to me by luck, for what purpose?”

Galos asked again.

The Red Copper Dragon, brimming with fighting spirit, began to let the Dragon Scales on its body emit a faint glow, a sign that magic energy was flowing within: ”Of course, it’s to defeat you, change your bad habit, and turn you into a good dragon!”

Galos felt a little puzzled, not understanding where the Red Copper Dragon’s confidence came from.

His gaze fell on the horn ring of the Red Copper Dragon, raising his guard inwardly.

”You won against me last time due to luck and my negligence.”

”This time I’ll take the battle seriously, and I’ve undergone rigorous training, becoming stronger than before.”

The Red Copper Dragon said confidently.

”Come on, let’s begin anew, let’s have a decisive battle; this time, I’ll show you the strength of a Metal Dragon.”

It calmly gestured a claw toward Galos.

”The Red Copper Dragon seems so confident, first engage in a few moves, test it out, then decide whether to fight, rob, or retreat directly,”

Galos quickly made up his mind.

His wings suddenly vibrated, and the dense scales on the wing membranes resonated like blade edges, causing the raindrops to burst into fine water mist between the scales, only to be vaporized by the heat emitted during the friction between the fine scales.

His body surged instantly, squeezing the rain into visible white conical waves, leaving a long trail of steam behind the dragon wings.

Unstoppable, he charged straight toward the Red Copper Dragon, carrying the overwhelming Dragon Wei tempered in the wilderness of danger, like a meteor.

The Red Copper Dragon’s smile froze.

No matter how harsh or brutal the training under parental guard, how could it compare with Galos? The intensity of his training, if placed on the Red Copper Dragon, couldn’t last even a day.

The Red Copper Dragon indeed grew over the past half year, but Galos grew even more.

Surviving amidst the fangs of the wilderness, Galos knew well that each breath could be his last, never slacking, while the Red Copper Dragon’s harsh training was merely an alternate form of a sheltered game.

Even if not counting his robust physique, his resolve, his spirit, his tenacity far exceeded the Red Copper Dragon.

The Red Copper Dragon finally reacted.

It hurriedly spat out orange-red gel-like acid Dragon Breath, hoping to slow down and stop Galos from approaching.

In the rain, Galos’s silhouette blurred into a crimson lightning bolt.

He didn’t charge straightforwardly but dashed left and right, moving at high speed through twists and turns, showing maneuverability that left the Red Copper Dragon astonished.

The Red Copper Dragon’s vision couldn’t keep up with him, and the Dragon Breath couldn’t reach either.

The next second.

Galos appeared before the Red Copper Dragon, raising his right wing high, slicing open the wind and rain, slashing down like a guillotine.

The Red Copper Dragon instinctively wanted to lift its claw for defense, only to find its muscles frozen, fear like a tidal wave engulfing it; for a moment, the Red Copper Dragon’s mind went completely blank, even forgetting to use its Magic-like Skill, forgetting to use alchemy tools.

The flower in the greenhouse cannot confront a warrior tempered by storms and wilderness battles.

”Not dodging? So confident? Oh, turns out it’s scared silly.”

”I overestimated it.”

At the last moment, Galos, thinking quickly, adjusted his angle, the blunt surface of his wing membrane heavily smacking the neck of the Red Copper Dragon, producing a dull sound that made one’s teeth ache.

The treasures carefully hidden in the scale armor layer scattered like celestial maidens scattering flowers.

Gold coins and gemstones traced splendid parabolic paths in the rain.

With a sweep of Galos’s dragon wings, he caught them all, wedging them between the delicate scales on the wing membrane, while swiftly extending his dragon claw to pluck off the Red Copper Dragon’s horn ring.

When the Red Copper Dragon came to its senses.

The deed was already done.

Just like last time, Galos once again robbed it of its equipment and treasure.

But this time, it was even more disgraceful.

Believing it could defeat Galos, it was too scared by his Dragon Wei to move, frozen like a puppet, unable to resist.

”Want to turn me into a good dragon? Red Copper Dragon, you’re still far from it.”

Galos toyed with the newly acquired horn ring, speaking to the Red Copper Dragon.

He didn’t intend to kill the Red Copper Dragon.

The risk was too great.

Metal Dragons naturally bask in the love of their parents and elders, holding life-saving aces up their sleeves.

Perhaps he could seize the moment of the Red Copper Dragon’s disorientation to kill it, but its Life-Saving Magic Scale’s subsequent rampage would likely counter-kill him.

Furthermore, Galos could see.

This Red Copper Dragon, not having undergone the trials of the wilderness, never faced crises, merely newly emerged from parental protection, naive and foolish, posed no threat to him, never stirring his killing intent.

As for its parents.

Being elder Metal Dragons of the Order Faction, they adhere to their inner principles and wouldn’t act against a young dragon like this unless Galos cruelly killed their child.

”Why, why is the gap between us so large?”

The Red Copper Dragon asked unwillingly.

Galos was silent for a few seconds, then grinned.

”It is formless and intangible, yet grinds fangs, tempers scale armor.”

”It is soundless yet shreds cowardice, forging willpower.”

”It is without beginning or end, yet makes young dragons crawl, true dragons soar.”

”It is neither parental love nor greenhouse warmth, yet leaves you here today—defeated under my claw!”

”Tell me, Red Copper Dragon, what is this?”

He posed a counter-question using the Red Copper Dragon’s riddle style.

Opposite, the Red Copper Dragon was stunned.

Galos’s riddle was like a sharp claw, cleaving open its inner confusion.

It gazed upon the world, entranced by lightning gnawing at the ridgelines like silver serpents, by the wind uprooting centennial ancient trees.

It suddenly understood it had never faced the world forthrightly.

The puzzles given by Dragon Father and Dragon Mother, no matter how hard, always had answers in scrolls, but Galos’s riddle had to be penned with blood and fire.

”Thank... thank you, I understand.”

The Red Copper Dragon looked at Galos, imprinting the image of this Mixed-blood Dragon deeply in its mind, then spoke word by word: ”Mixed-blood Dragon, remember my name, Deborah.”

”I will return again, standing before you in a different stance, and then defeat you.”