The Opening Salvo

Punk's mockery had always been distinctive. Compared with crude insults, his words could always stab viciously into the place his enemies cared about most, where they were most vulnerable. Killing not just the body but the heart, striking straight to the point—nothing could describe it better.

In fact, the moment Aimoda-Flameclaw appeared, Punk had keenly noticed how abnormally "grandiose" Molten Ripper's display was. If Aimoda-Flameclaw had intended to descend upon another imperial nation, then displaying his power, flaunting it before a swarm of ants, and turning the earth and sky into a sea of fire would have been understandable.

But at this moment, the furious dragon was clearly preparing to fight another Legendary powerhouse. Logically, he should have quietly sought out his target and launched a surprise attack. At the very least, he should have concealed his power and intelligence as much as possible before battle. He absolutely should not have made such a huge spectacle of it, as if he wanted to tell his opponent from a hundred thousand miles away, "I'm coming to kill you, so get ready."

Punk did not believe Aimoda was some brain-damaged fool. Although the fellow seemed to have lost a great deal of rationality for some reason, he had still fought battle after battle on his way to the Legendary tier. He should have understood basic combat theory.

Thus, in Punk's estimation... there was only one explanation for Aimoda's ostentatious attack—namely, the Legendary Red Dragon's control over his own power was far less effortless than he made it appear! All his flamboyant displays so far had merely been a way to disguise his weakness as simple boasting.

Sure enough, as soon as Punk's calm, icy mockery ended, Aimoda-Flameclaw's reaction confirmed his guess.

"Shut up! Pathetic insect, you cannot possibly comprehend the greatness of