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Alberto's bloodshot vertical pupils locked tightly on Garos, and the huge dragon wings rose slightly.
Accompanied by a subtle flash of light from the alchemy tools.
One after another, huge treasure chests made of heavy solid wood and wrapped with metal reinforcement strips around the edges seemed to appear out of thin air. One after another, they fell heavily among the rocks on the valley cliff where he was, making a muffled sound and raising a cloud of dust.
"This is 30% of the original debt and interest."
Alberto said with heartache.
Red Iron Dragon glanced at the treasure boxes calmly and nodded slightly.
Almost at the same time he nodded, a group of well-trained Wyverns of different sizes emerged from the shadows of Burning Steel Fortress, grabbed the heavy wooden treasure boxes one by one, and quickly transported them away from the valley cliff.
"These are things that belong to me."
"Whether you challenge it or not, they will have to be returned sooner or later and cannot be regarded as a bonus attached to your challenge."
Red Iron Dragon said.
"I know."
Alberto said, "Just pay back part of it first."
He took out a breath and said in a deep voice:
"If I lose, I will owe you an additional debt equal to double the original total amount owed."
"But if I win, it will be enough to prove that I am stronger than you. It is undisputedly powerful. I have completely surpassed you."
Red Iron Dragon The thick neck covered with thick scales also shook slightly at this moment, making a subtle sound of metal friction.
Indeed.
It had been a while since he had exercised his muscles and enjoyed a more intense battle.
But looking at Alberto who looked eager, Garos didn't mind talking to him a few more words.
"Alberto You seem eager to win this battle."
He shook his head and said, "In my eyes, the probability of victory is not high."
"If you lose, it will be harder for you to repay your debt."
"Are you sure you still want to challenge me?"
Gold Dragon Alberto The huge head covered with golden scales nodded heavily.
Without any hesitation.
Without any hesitation.
It was as if the so-called consequences had long been forgotten.
In fact, he is burdened with the risk of increasing debt and wants to challenge the powerful Borderlands Molten Iron King. This does not stem from a desire to be competitive in the ordinary sense.
Its root lies in the almost masochistic Iron Oath that he established five years ago when he was young and frivolous.
--Before he truly defeats and completely surpasses Red Iron Dragon Garos, he Alberto will put an end to all forms of entertainment and leisure activities. He will devote himself wholeheartedly and unreservedly to training and tempering his own limits.
In the first two years, this oath brought restraint and supervision.
Alberto squeezed his potential day after day and night after night. He was immersed in the sense of fulfillment brought by this extreme practice and enjoyed it. He was full of high morale and belief in victory. It seemed that surpassing Garos was just around the corner.
However.
When time flowed ruthlessly to the third year, the enthusiasm began to fade.
A deep sense of exhaustion quietly wrapped around his body and mind like a vine.
He began to long for something to relax his tense nerves, even if it was just to look up at the stars for a short time or lazily bask in the sun.
But.
Because in order to strengthen his determination, he made the oath too fully and too cruelly.
Let alone entertainment and relaxation.
Even the most basic and adequate rest time has become a luxury.
Sacred Dragon is proud of its recovery capabilities.
Now it has become a curse.
Every time he exercises himself until he is exhausted and collapses to the ground like mud, not long after, the oath will immediately turn into invisible flames, forcing him to get up immediately as if his back is on fire and throw himself into the training again.
What made him even more painful was...
His grand ambitions, his dream of shaping the perfect Golden Law, all these grand blueprints for the future, can now only be thought about and constructed under the pressure of oaths, squeezed out like toothpaste, and pitifully short breaks.
The whole dragon was like a spinning top being whipped by an invisible whip, and it couldn't rest at all.
Five years, five whole years!
He was so busy that he almost doubted the meaning of Longsheng.
Even his own paranoid nature has been worn away and diluted a lot in this endless tempering.
Finally--
It is today, five years later.
Alberto couldn't bear it anymore, and there was a voice roaring deep in his heart:
I have gone through five years of extreme training that can be called purgatory.
The noble Gold Dragon Bloodline potential flowing in his body has been squeezed to its limit and reached its limit.
He has grown a lot compared to five years ago.
With his potential, his talent, and his uninterrupted efforts over the past five years... he is not necessarily weaker than Red Iron Dragon at this moment.
"I've made up my mind!"
Alberto's voice was unequivocal. "Garos, accept my challenge."
When the voice fell.
Alberto's sharp front claws covered with thick golden scales were like a hot knife cutting through butter, carving out several bottomless ravines between the hard valley cliffs and rocks.
His strong limbs suddenly flexed, and his muscles instantly tightened and bulged like Adamantine cables.
The entire huge and heavy dragon body was slightly pressed down, like a giant golden bow stretched to its limit.
The whole dragon is ready to go, with the arrow on the string, as powerful as thunder.
"Come on, then, challenger."
Garos's voice was still calm, announcing the start of the challenge.
Phew--!
Red Iron Dragon The pair of majestic dragon wings that covered the sky and the sun suddenly stretched out completely.
With just a seemingly random wave, a fierce hurricane was created out of thin air.
Immediately afterwards, he turned into a red meteor that tore through the sky, soaring straight into the sky without any fancy, piercing the high and vast sky.
"Must win."
Gold Dragon Alberto roared in his heart.
Buzz--!
Buzz--!
Two sacred and majestic lights suddenly lit up.
A crown symbolizing authority and flowing with bright golden light instantly appeared on his high head. The Holy Oath War Halberd, which symbolized the will to conquer and was engraved with the ancient oath, also shone with dazzling light at the same time. It was condensed and formed by pure energy and was firmly held in his huge dragon claws.
The fully armed young man Gold Dragon is bathed in the divine light.
His huge golden dragon wings were also waving with all their strength at this moment, and the entire dragon turned into a Golden Lightning that tore through the sky, followed closely behind, and rushed towards the turbulent and boundless sky.
At the same time.
Except for Red-Silver Dragon Deborah who is still standing on the edge of the observation deck on the fourth floor of Burning Steel Fortress, with his slender dragon claws elegantly resting on his eyebrows, looking up as if watching a drama.
In the training ground below.
White Dragon Tressie has already suspended the "education" of the two Adolescent Dragon.
At this moment, she was very interested, together with Black Dragon Seraphina, who had just climbed up from the ground, and Green Dragon Ludwig, who was thoughtful, focusing on the two figures about to collide in the sky.
"The ecological niche of Gold Dragon is indeed very high among the mainstream Dragonkin lineage."
White Dragon Tressie analyzed it calmly in his heart.
"In the eyes of other races, even in front of most Chromatic Dragon and Metal Dragon, they naturally appear majestic, sacred and noble."
"But-"
There was a silent laugh in her heart.
"--He just wants to challenge Garos, Red Iron Dragon, who has a higher ecological niche than him."
"If a lower-ranking person challenges a higher-ranking person, I am afraid that in the end they will only end up being crushed and insulted again."
There is no need to watch the process, she has already foreseen the result.
"Hmph, Gold Dragon doesn't know the heights of the world."
Green Dragon Ludwig's slender emerald green tail swung and let out a contemptuous sneer.
"The great Molten Iron King will soon beat him to his knees and beg for mercy." He said in a low voice.
On the side, Black Dragon Seraphina, who had just struggled to get up from the ground, also nodded silently in agreement.