Lu Cang stood before the dragon's eyes.
He didn't continue attacking, but the pressure he exuded was crushing.
"Are you going to spare its life?" Ansu's voice came through his mind.
Lu Cang replied calmly through their mental link. "Yes."
"There are still plenty of things I need to ask it."
Killing it wouldn't get him its undead spirit. Otherwise, the best option would've been to skip the conversation and kill it outright.
"Dragon."
"Submit to me, or... accept your defeat and die."
Lu Cang's voice was deep, carrying an irresistible threat.
This dragon hadn't fought him in the spirit of friendly competition.
It had wanted to kill him, too.
If he ignored the potential benefits and acted purely out of spite, Lu Cang would've killed it on the spot.
Unfortunately, killing it outright wouldn't bring him any gains.
He'd get the most out of it by putting it to use.
Magic sealed off the area around them. A battle spear appeared in Lu Cang's hand once more.
He hadn't even used a weapon during their fight.
Ordinary weapons were too easy to break. And forming one with magic would count as using magic, so... in the end, Lu Cang had fought with nothing but his body.
After this battle, Lu Cang's own combat style had finally started to feel like a true warrior's technique.
Until now, the Skyward Flow had been far too reliant on magic. Not all of it, but at least 60 percent was mixed with magic.
As a result, the warrior class had almost seemed like an adjunct to magic.
But in truth, warriors and mages were the two great combat classes, and warriors had never been inferior to mages.
Only people could be weak, not their classes.
Until now, he'd always thought about how warriors