Like the Alligator Dragon General, Demon Dragon wielded a blade. But where the general's weapon was plain and unadorned, his resembled a saw wheel, covered in sharp, backward-facing barbs.
He slashed down, blade light spiraling like a whirlwind.
The Alligator Dragon General calmly raised his blade to block, its cold radiance tracing half a bright moon.
Clang! Metal rang against metal as his long blade easily stopped Demon Dragon's Saw-Wheel Blade.
But Demon Dragon's attack was hardly that simple. Even after his weapon was caught, the blade light kept moving, riding the wind over the Alligator Dragon General's head to strike at his back.
The Alligator Dragon General gave a sharp shout and released a surge of true qi through his hands. His brute strength swelled, and a single slash drove Demon Dragon back. Without stopping, his blade completed the other half of the bright moon, striking the circling blade light and shattering it outright.
Drawing back his blade, the Alligator Dragon General sneered. "Still as fond as ever of these crooked tricks. Are you worthy of the True Dragon blood flowing through your veins?"
Demon Dragon was powerful, his moves unpredictable, but the Alligator Dragon General clearly knew him well. Before he even struck, the general had already anticipated his attack.
Demon Dragon's face twisted viciously as he roared, "Results are what matter in battle. As long as I win, that's enough. You're nothing but a mongrel with a little True Dragon blood in your veins. What do you know?"
"In the struggle to become Supreme, no means are off-limits. As long as I claim the final victory, what business is it of yours how I do it? Once I become Supreme, everyone will sing my praises. Who will care what I've done?"
Fury suddenly blazed across the Alligator