Temporary Peace

The Ottomans did not let Orhan flaunt his might beneath the city walls for long. Before long, they sent out a great general to face him.

The man was broad-shouldered and powerfully built, riding a ferocious beast resembling a giant lizard and clad in heavy scale armor. He had no intention of exchanging pleasantries with Orhan, the Ottoman prince. The moment he drew near, he viciously thrust out his lance.

The Clawed Dragon beneath Orhan immediately leapt backward, evading the strike.

The newcomer was no weakling. By Lothar's assessment, he was at least on the level of a wolf clan centurion. The Orhan of old would certainly have been no match for him.

But now, Orhan was in perfect harmony with the Clawed Dragon beneath him and had become Dragon Blood Kin. His combat strength had increased tenfold, and he soon regained the initiative. Taking advantage of the Clawed Dragon's height, he launched a counterattack from above.

Their clash was exceptionally thrilling, leaving the spectators dazzled.

The longer Zahir Pasha fought, the more frustrated he became. His armored war lizard was a formidable beast in its own right, with thick scales, a savage temperament, and even lesser dragons on its diet. Yet compared to the prince's Clawed Dragon, it was like a fool with nothing but brute strength. The Clawed Dragon suppressed it utterly. Not only could it offer him no support, it even became a burden during their exchange.

Orhan swung his specially made heavy dragon lance. Though this enormous weapon was three meters long, he wielded it with effortless ease.

Moreover, as time passed, his movements grew increasingly fluid. Only now was the dragon blood within him truly being awakened. The Clawed Dragon beneath him moved as he willed, the two of them seeming like a single whole.