The man understood the situation now, too. Naturally, he would never let his words betray any fear.
"Good, good, good! Looks like today, I, Xiao Yong, finally get to fight a dragon!"
"You call that a fight? With your abilities, you're merely coming to your death!"
The young man of Dragonkind sneered and stopped suppressing his Dragon Qi. A faint mist began to form in the curtain of rain around him.
The man clenched both fists, his bones and sinews giving a series of cracks and pops. He pressed down all his unease and fear, and a faint excitement rose in his heart.
After so many years of cultivation, the man had considerable confidence in his abilities, but he had never encountered a truly formidable opponent. Now that he had a chance to fight a dragon, the fighting spirit within him was boiling.
The demonic aura around him began to change as well, growing wild and violent.
"Then don't blame me for showing no mercy!"
With a furious roar, the man shattered the rock beneath his feet with a bang.
He went from utter stillness to explosive motion, his body becoming a cannonball. The pouring rain seemed to slow around him as he punched a path through its curtain.
"Take this-"
The old Flood Dragon, already in midair, abruptly turned to look down, while the young Flood Dragon's pupils contracted slightly.
In the blink of an eye, the man was upon him, his roar still ringing as he drove a fist straight at his face!
There was no time to dodge! He could only raise his palm and take it head-on!
Boom!
Every raindrop within dozens of feet shattered in an instant. A violent shock wave swept in all directions, raising howling winds.
Whoosh... crash...
The surrounding plants and trees