"As for you, Gordon..."
The Little White Dragon looked the Red Dragon Whelp up and down, frowning and hesitating for quite a while before saying:
"Well... I don't know either. Xiluo assigned every dragon's rating, but it seems a large part of it was based on how many rounds they cleared in the Dragon Soul Arena."
"The Dragon Soul Arena? Hmph! It just so happens I haven't fought there in years! Where is it? Give it to me!"
The Red Dragon Whelp snorted and held out a claw.
"Xiluo has it..."
"Xiluo again? That bastard is still hunting that lowly River Styx Memory Thief Demon. Who knows when he'll be back..."
The Red Dragon Whelp muttered irritably.
He paced back and forth, looking extremely impatient.
"He's back! Xiluo's back! Look, Gordon!"
Just then.
Little White Dragon Allen looked behind the Red Dragon Whelp and shouted.
The Red Dragon Whelp turned his head.
He saw a crimson thundercloud racing toward them at tremendous speed.
In just a few blinks.
It landed not far in front of him, revealing Xiluo's enormous dragon body.
The Red Dragon Whelp immediately widened his eyes and roared:
"Xiluo, you bastard! You're finally back! Come finish our fight!"
Roaring, he beat his wings again and charged straight at Xiluo.
"You really are something... Just stop.
"Niro City has been at risk of an attack by a Legendary Titan these past few years.
"If we fought on a whim and ended up injuring each other, that would be bad."
Xiluo beat his wings once, dodged the Red Dragon Whelp's fierce charge, and shouted.
"Huh? A Legendary Titan?"
The Red Dragon Whelp froze briefly at those words, but did not continue attacking.
Instead, he landed and asked with a serious expression:
"What exactly have you lot been through in