Dongfeng Sect's Peerless Skill

A white dragon could have a litter of two to five, but the only saving grace was that, judging by its solitary movements, this was likely a lone white dragon.

Regardless, even if it was the lowest-ranked among the Colorful Dragons, a white dragon was still more than enough to give Ganis and his embassy a hard time.

The greatest hope was that this powerful white beast would go head-to-head with 'that one'.

As long as they fought, Ganis could easily see through the true caliber of this mysterious magic tutor.

"Lord Quijote, I propose we speed up. If anything goes wrong, we can still assist your master," Ganis found a good excuse.

"Alright!" The somewhat naive Downs didn't catch the other's ulterior motives and charged ahead, heading toward Lone Peak.

Closer!

Getting closer and closer!

When they rushed to within a kilometer of Lone Peak's base, the embassy unsurprisingly witnessed the standoff between man and dragon atop the mountain and in the sky.

From a kilometer away, an ordinary person would look like a tiny dot.

But to the sharp-eyed Half-elf and the ranger-like scout, it was a different story.

"Can you see clearly?" Ganis asked in a low voice.

"Clearly."

Right!

Atop the mountain peak, beside that strange machine, stood a solitary, proud figure.

The Lightning God of Thunder coiled and twisted around him, yet it largely formed a perfect sphere, the violent current unable to affect him in the slightest.

Meanwhile, in the sky, the white dragon hovered, continuously issuing threatening Dragon Roars at the man.

Both sides had already torn off all pretense, clearly ready to settle things with a fight.

Just then, the enraged white dragon hesitated no longer. It flapped its wings violently, its massive, beautiful body transforming into a white Stream of Light as it began to climb.

In a few seconds, it would dive down from high altitude, covering the entire mountaintop with its deathly cold Dragon Breath.

What happened next stunned everyone, even Downs, who had long witnessed his master's formidable power, instinctively opened his mouth wide—

A dazzling Lightning Ball descended from above the clouds, streaking across the sky.

This lightning seemed to have cultivated the ultimate technique of the Dongfeng Sect.

This Express Delivery Art was all about speed, precision, and ruthlessness!

Like a comet falling to the mortal world, dragging a long tail of lightning, it smashed straight down onto the climbing white dragon's head.

Everything happened too fast.

Perhaps this was what they called 'too swift for the thunder to cover its ears'.

The white dragon only managed a instinctive twist of its body before it was hit.

Even its naturally magic-resistant scales and dragon hide could not withstand the lightning in the slightest.

With a thunderous boom, continuous flashes spread along every gap between its scales, radiating across its entire body.

Amid a piercing, drawn-out scream of agony, the white dragon crashed to the ground.

Its massive body, diving at a 60-degree angle, instantly sheared off a small hilltop.

The entire Vulture Dragon Mountain seemed to let out a muffled groan at that moment. The hard rock layers, unable to withstand such an exaggerated impact, cracked on the spot. The force continued to spread in all directions, following the dive's trajectory, plowing a deep ravine straight from the mountainside.

The falling white dragon tumbled down the slope, its momentum not yet spent. Along the way, large and small trees were shattered into pieces under its body's impact. It was no longer like a bulldozer; it was more like a mudslide that wiped out a good chunk of the mountainside.

The most striking part was that, right under the shocked gazes of Downs and the embassy, the spot where the white dragon fell was clearly right beside their path.

Ganis and Master Famit exchanged glances, both seeing the terror in each other's eyes.

"..."

In their view, this mysterious and powerful mage's meaning was clear.

Dissatisfied.

He was very dissatisfied.

But this display was way too exaggerated.

Others kill a chicken to scare the monkey; you go and kill a dragon to show us?

Even if a white dragon was called the Shame of the Colorful Dragons by legendary experts, in reality, a young white dragon could flatten a six-thousand-person city like Ramanque without much trouble, then just fly off afterward.

A dragon of this caliber, and you, Old Man, just killed it like that?

What virtue or ability do we have to be that 'monkey'?

Downs, oblivious, turned back to see his 'companions' all pale-faced: "Uh, you guys... what's wrong?"

Ganis knew he represented the kingdom's dignity, but he couldn't exactly say that their lack of courtesy had angered your family's god of magic, could he?

Ganis could only awkwardly laugh it off: "Well, falling from such a height, even if the lightning didn't hit him, he's probably black and blue all over, right?"

Master Famit chimed in with equally awkward small talk: "If it were me, I'd most likely be in pieces here and there."

Fortunately, Downs was naive. If it were some transmigrator, they'd surely suggest, "One chopstick for you, one for me," and fast-forward to the feast.

This massive dragon tumbled down the cliff like a broken oversized toy, rolling all the way until it finally landed in the mountain stream beside the path ahead of them.

Was this a coincidence?

It really was!

Ever since Lein accepted his good disciple's [Comprehension???] talent, he had fallen into a dazed state.

In his field of vision, there were not only real-time images and system prompts, but also a mysterious shimmer of light and shadow gently rippling outward.

It was lightning that looked from afar like a blooming dandelion.

It was history replaying itself.

It was the vast power once mastered by a great predecessor in physics, knowledge lost to modern Earthlings, inventions that could have rewritten history.

Like the roar of a steam train echoing endlessly in his ears, knowledge swept in like a gale, filling every crevice of his reason. Fantasies of the unknown dominated his intellect. A pure Science and Engineering Dog, he simply yearned for the guidance of the man hailed as the [Man Closest to God]...

Lein's eyes widened. A complete machine design replayed itself on his retina.

He went mad, tinkering in the Blacksmith Shop for a full 24 hours.

Without sleep or rest.

Then, a scaled-down version of the [Wardenclyffe Tower], only 5.7 meters tall, was recreated in his hands.

Legend has it that the massive explosion near Russia's Tunguska River in 1908, about 1000 times the power of the Hiroshima nuclear bomb, was the 'masterpiece' of the [Wardenclyffe Tower].

In truth, this mysterious tower had only one function—a wireless power transmission tower.

Of course, it could also be called the [Tesla Tower]!

Just as this tower was successfully activated, an annoying interferer appeared.

Without hesitation, Lein instinctively bestowed upon that fellow the punishment of 'East Wind'.

It wasn't until a massive amount of electrical energy, following his will, crossed space and descended upon that white lizard's head that this tower, built with insufficient materials and craftsmanship, burst apart from overload.

At that moment, Lein truly snapped out of that strange epiphany.

Who am I?

What did I just do?

What am I supposed to do next?

Lein instinctively cast his gaze toward where the White Dragon had fallen. Though he couldn't see clearly, he vaguely sensed that over there... there seemed to be someone?

Ah! Someone actually came to this godforsaken place?

Lein actually wanted to find a way down the mountain, but looking at the steep cliff face, he... chickened out.

Strangely enough, on the other side, Ganis, Famit, and the High-level Ranger, who had been keeping an eye on Lein, all shuddered at the same time.

"Did you feel it? That gaze, like Thor's Gaze," Ganis whispered.

"Mm." The other two nodded simultaneously.

"What do you think?"

Master Famit cleared his throat: "Friends who often kill and dump bodies, ah no, friends who often slay dragons should know—killing a dragon is easy, but dealing with the Dragon corpse is very troublesome. That esteemed one's meaning is actually quite clear..."

Ganis smiled bitterly: "Got it! Killing the dragon was dissatisfaction and a warning to us. Next, we do the grunt work and help him handle the Dragon corpse, and he'll forgive us this time."