Where Are His Wounds?

"Trying to run away?"

Someone shouted and immediately gave chase, only to find that the dragon was even faster than when they had fought it before. In addition, the dragon had taken the lead, making it impossible to catch up.

On the contrary, because he was chasing the dragon's shadow, his figure had already left the main area where the Human Race's powerful figures were located.

"That coward!"

Someone spat and cursed.

"You talk a good game, but you're already trying to run away with such a minor injury."

"That mouth is as hard as a duck's."

Some people frowned and spoke up.

"We were all a bit too slow to react."

"With our methods and strength, we could have easily stopped him if he had wanted to leave."

"But who could have imagined he would leave?"

Someone countered with a question.

The person fell silent.

At this moment, someone shook their head and said...

"Actually, it doesn't matter. Let him go."

"Although it's not good for us, looking at it from another angle, we now know that this method can work on their Dragon Race."

"Besides, he may have escaped, but there are only so many dragons in the Dragon Race. If he doesn't come out, it will only put more pressure on the other dragons."

"But his injuries won't heal in a short time."

"By the time he recovers from his injuries, I'm afraid many dragons will be more seriously injured than him."

"Good."

Some people nodded in agreement.

"If this continues, these Dragon Race will inevitably be routed in the end."

"By then, the outcome will be the same."

The people who had just made their move strongly agreed with this statement.

Dragon Race certainly possess extremely strong regenerative abilities, but that depends on the circumstances.

Those two blows just now definitely caused substantial damage, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they seriously injured me.

However, considering the time it took for them to inflict those two injuries, it was certainly insufficient for the dragon to recover.

"Walk."

Some people have called for speaking out.

"Go and deal with the other dragons."

Without hesitation, several people immediately chose the nearest dragon.

Perhaps because of their previous experience, after several attempts together, everyone felt quite adept at it.

Soon, another muffled "bang" came from the dragon's body, accompanied by another horrifying wound.

The people who were originally fighting the dragon couldn't help but look at this group of people who dared to "steal the spoils of war".

"Good tactic."

Many of those people laughed and said nothing, but their smugness was self-evident.

Just then, a voice boomed from afar, echoing among the group.

"What a load of bull."

"You ants, look who's back!"

Upon hearing the sound, the figures immediately looked in the direction from which it came.

Immediately afterwards, they saw a dragon's shadow rushing towards them from the direction of the Dragon Race.

"Um?"

A look of surprise flashed across some faces as they gazed at the rapidly approaching dragon shadow.

"But that dragon from earlier... what, do they, the Dragon Race, also hate deserters?"

The voice sounded quite surprised.

Most of the others were also curious.

After all, they left so decisively just now, and now they've rushed back in such a short time, and judging from their aggressive manner, they seem even more imposing than before.

However, they were well aware of how badly the dragon had been injured, so their current actions seemed somewhat like a bluff.

In the blink of an eye, Long Ying arrived and immediately attacked the person who had previously launched a sneak attack.

"Etc..."

Someone carefully examined the Dragon Race's body and suddenly frowned and spoke up.

"Something's wrong. Where did his injuries go?"

Not only this person, but many powerful individuals had noticed that the wounds they had left on the dragon's body earlier seemed to have vanished.

Not only did it not show any trace of its previous ferocity, but it appeared completely unharmed, with not a single wound visible.

Of course, it wasn't completely unscathed. Some people noticed that the scales at the previously injured site were different from the surrounding scales, but at least scales had reappeared.

"This..."

Some people's eyes were full of doubt.

"Could it be that this dragon general has hidden his wounds?"

After much thought, the person still couldn't come up with any other possibilities.

After all, the whole time was too short.

Even though Dragon Race have powerful regenerative abilities, no matter how powerful they are, they cannot recover to this extent in such a short time.

"But..."

Someone sneered.

"Hiding it doesn't mean it's gone."

"You can hide a wound, but you can't hide weakness."

In an instant, the two sides engaged in fierce combat once again.

In the back and forth they went, the doubts and suspicions in the hearts of the powerful figures grew stronger as they looked at the dragon shadow.

Was the dragon hiding all along, or had its injuries truly healed?

Practice is the best way to test a hypothesis.

However, judging from their exchange, it seemed that not only had the dragon's injuries truly healed after its return, but its strength also appeared to have increased significantly.

"Pretending once or twice is still pretending, but right now..."

Since returning, he hasn't shown any signs of fatigue. Is he really just faking it?

Or is it...?

Someone couldn't help but glance at the distant location of the Dragon Race and murmured softly.

"Is there something extraordinary hidden among the Dragon Race?"

At this moment, among the Dragon Race...

Luo Ling'er sat beside the large pot, holding a large ladle, gazing into the distance, looking somewhat bored.

"After all this time, only one dragon has arrived?"

"It seems a bit boring to just stay here and manage these dragons."

In that large pot, a whole bunch of all sorts of things were simmering, their green color lush and vibrant.

Although it looked chaotic, strange phenomena were emanating from the pot.

At that moment, another dragon, its body covered in wounds, flew back from afar.

Seeing this, Luo Ling'er grabbed a large ladle, scooped some into the pot, and then splashed it out from a distance.

The dragon opened its mouth wide and instantly sucked the entire ladle of green soup into its mouth, then a look of enjoyment appeared on its face.

At the same time, the various injuries on his body, some serious and some minor, began to heal rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, a speed that seemed almost exaggerated.

"Dragon Race are still Dragon Race after all."

Zhong Ming sighed.

"With such a potent effect, even though it's meant to help recover from injuries, someone else might not be able to withstand it."

"But here, it all became a matter of recovery speed."

As he spoke, Zhong Ming glanced at the soup in the pot again, then turned his gaze to the distance, looking at the excited crowd. Suddenly, a look of sympathy appeared on his face, and he said softly.

"If you knew that Master had provided such resources to the Dragon Race, you'd probably be furious, wouldn't you?"