Even a clay figure had its limits, let alone Cycloze.
Even if it had been cultivating its character lately, Kommo-o had danced right in front of it. If Cycloze still remained unmoved, it would truly become the "disillusioned middle-aged Dragon-type" it had once scorned in its youth!
This time, Cycloze did not want to endure it. And Su Hao, as its backing, gave Cycloze the greatest confidence.
"Dance all you want. Worst case, I'll buy you another Tera Orb to chew on. Our family's got money!"
A warm current suddenly surged through Cycloze's heart, and it no longer intended to restrain itself.
Most of the Terastal Energy within its body used Cycloze as a "coordinate," traversing time and space to borrow power from the Groudon of the past...
The next instant.
A savage Dragon-type aura, countless times purer than the fierce Dragon's Aura surrounding Kommo-o, spread out. Though dusk was already approaching, blazing sunlight instantly blanketed the sky!
Scarlet energy on Cycloze's body pulsed wildly, like its violently beating heart...
Bai Du, who had been watching the show, froze mid-smile and nearly dropped his camera. He said in disbelief, "The Dragon God's power!?"
The Dragon Tamer Clan elders in the other rooms were even more dumbfounded, their hands beginning to tremble.
The purity of this power even surpassed the power Bai Du's Salamence had comprehended.
Could it be... that Cycloze was not trash at all, but a one-in-a-million genius capable of matching the Dragon God's power!?
Cycloze's erupting aura formed layer upon layer of scarlet shockwaves. Carrying scorching, primordial energy, they pounded relentlessly against the energy barrier protecting the arena.
Before Cycloze in this state, even the red-eyed Kommo-o felt a terrifying threat and involuntarily took a step back.
But its intelligence, already scattered to nearly nothing by Dragon Rage,