Uchiha Madara found it quite interesting. There had never been anyone who could match him in Fire Style, yet now an animal had appeared—and a mongrel at that. It made Madara, who took pride in his Fire Style, feel somewhat displeased.
He formed hand seals with both hands, and the yellow-red flames instantly turned golden.
The flames expanded even further. With a boom, they directly engulfed the drake's fire. A wall of golden flames instantly swallowed the drake, which fell from the sky with its entire body ablaze.
"W-We won?" Belaque stared in disbelief at the drake falling into the darkness, now reduced to a tiny spark. She was too shocked to say anything.
She had never seen golden flames before. Were those really flames? Why could fire devour fire?
As these questions ran through Belaque's mind, she grew even more suspicious of the identity of this mage called Uchiha Madara. She was certain that a mage with such power had to be from one of the main cities.
"Even a drake is this powerful." Madara looked at Belaque and said, "Then wouldn't a true Dragon be even stronger?"
"Who exactly are you?" Belaque asked Madara. "There definitely isn't any great mage named Uchiha Madara on the entire Elzeran Continent—and one who casts magic by spitting it from his mouth, at that."
"My name really is Uchiha Madara." Madara smiled. "I never lie about my name."
"A great mage with strength like yours should have become famous across the continent long ago, yet I've never heard your name," Belaque said.
"Don't worry. I'm not a bad person." Madara said to Belaque, "And I've never hidden my identity."
"I thought Lightning Birds were the fastest creatures, but that drake was able to catch up to one flying at full speed. Looking