Taming the Silver Dragon

As an unfamiliar Level 9 Momentum emanated from nearby, the three in the clearing immediately looked over. What came into view was a roughly 175-centimeter-tall humanoid entirely covered in dark cyan dragon scales, leaving them all stunned!

"A Dragonblood Warrior!" the old man cried out in alarm. "Has another Dragonblood Warrior appeared on the continent?"

The Silver Dragon's pupils contracted sharply the instant Bolan appeared. Another one... It looks like I won't escape this calamity today, it wailed inwardly.

Only the Level 9 warrior on the ground looked somewhat eager to fight. After all, everyone on the Yulan Continent had grown up hearing tales of the Four Ultimate Warriors. Now that he had finally encountered a Dragonblood Warrior not much different from himself, wouldn't it be immensely satisfying to exchange blows? Perhaps he could even use the Momentum gained from defeating a Dragonblood Warrior to enter the Saint-level realm he had always dreamed of.

At that moment, the Level 9 warrior had eyes only for the Dragonblood Warrior before him. The Silver Dragon and the old man at his side seemed no longer important. With a loud shout, he swung his greatsword at Bolan.

Bolan had originally been unsure how to intervene in this battle, but this Level 9 warrior had given him the opportunity. With a cold snort, Bolan clenched one hand into a fist and punched at the greatsword slashing toward him. A deafening boom erupted where fist and sword collided. The old man watching from the air cried out, "How is that possible?!" Kratos had been defeated.

Bolan stood in the battlefield with his fist clenched, while Kratos, the warrior opposite him, had been knocked back several meters. Even the web between the thumb and forefinger of his sword hand had been split open by that violent force, blood dripping onto the ground. Yet where Bolan's hand had collided with the blade, only one dragon scale bore a deep white mark. In other words, his skin had not even been broken. The sight left everyone present dumbfounded.

Bolan snorted and said, "I'm taking this Silver Dragon. You can leave." Leibulus, the Spine-backed Iron-armored Dragon beside him, cooperatively let out a thunderous roar.

No matter how unwilling the old man was, he did not dare say anything further. He had no confidence in dealing with that Level 9 Silver Dragon himself. If the battle continued, the Level 9 warrior Kratos would surely die fighting this Level 9 Dragonblood Warrior and the level 8 Spine-backed Iron-armored Dragon. The old man might even lose his own life here. Feeling utterly powerless, he said, "Yes, my lord. We'll leave at once." With that, he flew toward the outer edge of the mountain range without looking back. Seeing this, Kratos clasped his fists at Bolan, then turned and walked out of the forest.

Only one human and two dragons remained in the clearing, staring at one another. The Silver Dragon looked extremely bedraggled. A third of its once-glorious silver scale armor had shattered, and a massive wound on its chest continued to bleed. It had been caused by the Level 9 wind-element spell the old man had used earlier, the Vacuum Kill Technique—a supreme spell said to possess the strongest single-target attack, one that would kill even a Saint-level expert if it struck.

At last, the Silver Dragon could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground. Using the last of its magical power, it cast the Level 9 light-element spell, Praise of the Lord of Light. A beam of white light descended upon its wounded scales, immediately radiating a hazy glow. As the light spread across its body, the wounds rapidly healed, and even its shattered scales began to regrow.

Before long, the Silver Dragon rose to its feet. Though severely injured, the pride of the dragon race would not allow it to lie before humans.

Looking at the Silver Dragon, which had regained its imposing appearance, Bolan could not help but sigh inwardly. The light element was truly too convenient. The Silver Dragon had been on the verge of death moments ago, yet it could already stand again. Magic was indeed wondrous.

"Become my companion!" Bolan shouted.

The Silver Dragon hesitated. While it had been lying on the ground earlier, Leibulus had already told it about Bolan, and it had felt deeply drawn to what it heard. Although the pride of the dragon race would not allow it to become another's servant, following a master with such limitless potential did not seem so bad!

As the Silver Dragon nodded hesitantly, Bolan was overjoyed. He immediately had the Silver Dragon set up the Soul Contract Array as well!

Not long after, a young girl's voice sounded in his mind. "Master, my name is Sally." The Silver Dragon beside him blinked her large eyes. Bolan was speechless. He had only wanted to experience the joy of being a Dragon Knight, yet he had somehow found himself a female dragon.

Heaven and earth bear witness, I only wanted to become a true Dragon Knight, not that Dragon Knight surnamed Yin from Old Master Jin's books! Thinking this, Bolan dejectedly waved his hand and listlessly called for the two dragons to head back. He had been away for half a year without sending any word, so his family must have been worried. Besides, he had just broken through to become a Level 7 warrior. He needed time to settle himself and properly comprehend the realm of Momentum, laying the groundwork for understanding the Laws of Wind in the future...