Although his template showed no obvious changes, the improvement in his strength was beyond doubt.
After Gordon crawled out of the hole,
he shook his dragon body.
Large amounts of black ash, with faint red glimmers, fell away.
Then he glanced at Xiluo and said:
"Xiluo! Just you wait! Soon! I'll catch up to you soon!"
"I've been waiting for you all along, Gordon!" Xiluo replied with a smile.
"Hmph..."
The Red Dragon Whelp snorted at Xiluo's confident smile.
He glanced at the time in the sky and realized his match against Allen was about to begin.
Then he glanced at the Little White Dragon:
"Allen! Be smart and surrender!
Even if you're my opponent, I won't show you any mercy!"
"No! I won't surrender. I want to see how much of a gap there is between you and me now, Gordon!
Then I'll keep working hard and close that gap as soon as possible!"
The Little White Dragon spoke earnestly.
"You? Catch up to me? What a pathetic fellow!"
The Red Dragon Whelp curled his lip in disdain.
After a short wait,
the time came.
The two dragons headed to the battle island together for their match.
This match clearly had less than half the audience of the championship match.
Even the betting odds were vastly different.
The odds on the Red Dragon Whelp winning were 1:1.01.
The odds on the Little White Dragon winning were 1:50.
If he had enough equipment to help the Little White Dragon win,
Xiluo really would have wanted to pull some tricks to secure Allen's victory...
Unfortunately, that idea could only remain an idea.
If he really resorted to tricks and threw the betting pool out of control,
the metal dragons were certainly capable of voiding the match.
The two dragons fought.
Naturally,