A true dragon's physical gifts were indeed unparalleled.
Gauss's iron fists, wrapped in the energy of dragon claws, pounded the dragon beast's tough head over and over like a blacksmith hammering metal.
But even though it looked battered, the dragon beast beneath him could still unleash a terrifying amount of strength.
From its furious roars and desperate struggles at first, it had eventually been reduced to repeated cries of pain, its throat forcing out broken, intermittent whimpers.
The fury in its once-proud golden slit pupils had completely faded, leaving behind only a numb sort of submission.
Gauss maintained the strain of his dual bloodlines. Although the buffet before him replenished his energy, the excessive exertion still left his face slightly pale.
At last, after throwing who knew how many punches, Gauss stopped.
He braced one knee against the dragon beast's thick neck and panted softly.
Looking at the giant beast beneath him, utterly incapable of resisting and on the verge of death, Gauss's eyes flickered with hesitation.
The dragon beast seemed to sense that the attack had finally stopped. With the last of its strength, it wearily raised its eyelids and looked at Gauss.
A faint, humble plea showed in its eyes.
"Rrr..."
A weak whimper escaped its throat.
It realized that its life was now entirely in the hands of the man before it, subject to his whim.
The instinct to survive had made this once-ferocious dragon beast as docile as a kitten.
Gauss watched the scene.
At that moment, he truly was conflicted.
When he had first learned there was a dragon beast here, he had only planned to kill it and turn it into a new entry in his collection.
That wasn't because he lacked ambition or had no dream of becoming a Dragon Knight.
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