In a daze.
Everything around him disappeared.
By the time he came to his senses.
He had arrived at the Dragon Soul Arena.
Standing inside the vast arena.
The Green Dragon Whelp curled his lips slightly, his face full of confidence, and muttered:
"So this is the Dragon Soul Arena? Quite a nice view!
Come on! Whoever my opponent is, I'll show them my power! The power of a Green Dragon!"
As he spoke.
His draconic eyes swept the surroundings.
Until he saw a White Dragon emerge from beneath one of the viewing stands.
"My first opponent is a White Dragon? Hmph! Is trash like this even worthy of facing me? Ancestors! Watch closely as I defeat him! Roar!"
Without waiting for the White Dragon to roar.
The Green Dragon Whelp Koraman let out a furious roar and flew straight over.
One minute later.
The Green Dragon Whelp pressed a claw against the ground.
Beneath where his claw had originally been, a mass of white light turned into a pure white shower, sinking into the ground and disappearing. A few thorns still writhed nearby.
The Green Dragon Whelp gently twisted his neck, looking utterly at ease:
"Weak! Far too weak! Just a worthless White Dragon after all! Ancestors! Send in some stronger dragons! How could a mere White Dragon be worthy of facing me?"
A moment later.
Another Black Dragon emerged.
The Green Dragon Whelp remained arrogant as he said:
"A Black Dragon this time? Hmph! How is that any different from a White Dragon? Nothing but inferior stock!"
And so, two minutes later.
Another shower of light dissipated beneath the Green Dragon Whelp's claws.
"Is this what dragons my age are like? This pathetically weak!? I haven't even used half my strength yet!
Send in someone stronger! Only then