Xia'er stretched out her nearly seven-meter-long emerald body, slicing through the biting cold wind as she flew swiftly towards the direction of the highland dragon nest.
Five years of growth had given Xia'er broad wings and a stable, powerful flight posture, her scales shimmering with a resilient luster under the thin sunlight.
However, as Xia'er soared over the final mountain ridge and the familiar sight of the dragon nest came into view, her flight path abruptly halted, suspending her in mid-air.
Below was not the usual peace.
On the rocky platform where the nest was located, an intense melee was erupting.
To be precise, it was a one-sided suppression.
"Roar!"
"..."
The roars of dragons were incessant.
The Red Dragon Tyrone, whose body length had grown to seven meters, was like a crimson volcano, radiating a savage aura.
His scarlet scales flowed like molten lava during his violent movements, brimming with explosive power.
His opponents were two young dragons, noticeably smaller in size.
One had deep blue scales, while the other was covered in glossy black scales.
These two young dragons were each about five meters long, precisely the Blue Dragon Karta and the Black Dragon Saga who had hatched two or three months later than Xia'er and Tyrone.
The current scene was far from an evenly matched fight.
Tyrone's massive body held an absolute advantage.
His front claws, covered in hard scales, were firmly pressing down on the head of the Blue Dragon Karta, the immense force grinding the other's horned skull into the ground's gravel and dust.
The Blue Dragon Karta let out a muffled and humiliated roar, his limbs clawing futilely at the ground, trying to break free, yet finding it extremely difficult to even lift his head.
Tyrone's hind claws were not idle either; his thick, powerful feet precisely stepped on the junction between the neck and shoulder blade of the other Black Dragon Saga, sharp claws deeply embedding into the gaps of the other's glossy black scales, almost pinning him to the ground.
Saga painfully twisted his long neck, attempting to whip Tyrone with his tail, but the other easily blocked it with his own tail, causing Saga's scales to flake off instead, leaving him in a wretched state.
Dust flew, gravel scattered, the two young dragons appearing like helpless cubs under Tyrone's absolute strength.
"Trash! All of you are trash!"
Tyrone held his head high, his crimson vertical pupils burning with arrogance, as he spoke disdainfully, "With skills like these, you dare to share the same nest with me?!"
Tyrone roared while increasing the pressure under his claws, eliciting even more painful whimpers from the Blue and Black Dragons beneath his feet.
Tyrone's gaze swept over his struggling opponents, filled with contempt, "Look at you! Weak Blue Dragon! Cowardly Black Dragon! You're not even worthy of lifting my claws! Born inferiors, you should forever grovel on the ground!"
After saying this, Tyrone suddenly raised his head, looking around as if searching for something.
Finally, his gaze fell upon Xia'er, suspended in the air, his arrogance reaching its peak, his voice full of provocation, "And you, Green Scale! You only deserve to hide in the back! See this? Strength! This is true strength! Red Dragons are the born rulers, you lot are all garbage!"
Xia'er silently watched the Red Dragon Tyrone, having only one thought in her mind.
Three days without a beating, and he's already tearing the roof off!
Xia'er deeply disliked these brawls among the wyrmlings and young dragons.
Dragons were naturally combative, and among these newly hatched wyrmlings and young dragons, friction naturally occurred every few days, each determined to prove superiority, which greatly troubled Xia'er.
Because when they fought themselves tired, she couldn't fight them anymore!
For the Evolution Game to recognize 'defeating' a true dragon, the opponent needed to be in a near-perfect state, with fighting spirit, when defeated by her, only then could she gain attribute bonuses.
Although these attribute bonuses were minuscule, accumulated over time, they were still valuable assets.
However, these wyrmlings and young dragons fought among themselves, and by the time Xia'er returned from fishing, they were already exhausted, lacking strength or any fighting spirit, utterly unable to provide her with attribute bonuses, which infuriated Xia'er!
"Tyrone, do you wish to fight me?"
Xia'er was furious to the extreme, looking towards Tyrone's direction, opening her mouth coldly.
"That goes without..."
Tyrone raised his head proudly, but before he could finish, he saw Xia'er had already transformed into a green lightning bolt, diving down from the sky!
Tyrone, who was stepping on the Blue Dragon Karta and the Black Dragon Saga, felt the violent wind pressure descending from above. His crimson vertical pupils instantly contracted, then erupted with even fiercer anger and battle intent.
"Green Scale who only knows how to ambush!"
Tyrone roared wildly. Not only did he not evade, he instead fiercely raised his ferocious dragon head, the depths of his throat instantly lighting up with a blinding orange-red glow, like a volcano about to erupt!
"Whoosh-BOOM!"
A searing cone-shaped torrent of flame, carrying an aura that could incinerate everything, violently erupted from Tyrone's gaping maw, heading straight for the diving Xia'er!
Breath weapon?
Seeing this, Xia'er couldn't help but be taken aback.
A skill all Chromatic Dragons inevitably master, the breath weapon.
The Red Dragon's breath is fire, the Blue Dragon's is lightning, the Green Dragon's is poisonous gas, the Black Dragon's is corrosive acid, and the White Dragon's is frost.
But this breath weapon skill is generally something Chromatic Dragons in the wyrmling stage cannot master. Only by reaching the mid-young dragon stage can they barely use it, and it's fully usable in the juvenile dragon stage, with very limited uses, unable to be used consecutively in a single battle.
How did this Tyrone master the breath weapon? A natural talent?
But quickly, Xia'er came back to her senses.
What breath weapon? It's just spitting fire!
Dragon breath energy is generated from a dragon's lungs, and regardless of the type of breath, it possesses extremely strong impact force.
And this 'breath weapon' of Tyrone's had no impact force at all; it was merely shooting out a mass of flame!
Even so, this Tyrone could be considered an outstanding individual among Red Dragons. This flame was something ordinary young dragons wouldn't dare to face head-on.
However, Xia'er was no ordinary young dragon!
Facing this flame that could injure an ordinary young dragon, Xia'er's vertical pupils showed no fear. Not only did she not forcefully avoid it, she instead made a slight adjustment to her diving angle at the last moment, using her broad chest covered in the toughest scales and her robust, powerful forelimbs to boldly charge into the surging wave of fire!
Scalding flames instantly engulfed most of Xia'er's body. However, the expected scene of charred scales and mangled flesh did not fully appear.
The layer of emerald scales on Xia'er's body trembled violently within the flames, revealing an almost imperceptible dark red halo.
This was precisely the [Fire Resistance] she had obtained by repeatedly defeating Tyrone!
Although the burning pain was still intense, and the edges of her dragon scales were slightly blackened by the smoke, this resistance force had forcefully reduced the potentially lethal breath weapon to a bearable level.
Enduring the scorching and impact of the flames, the terrifying kinetic energy of Xia'er's dive was not reduced in the slightest!
Her hard head and shoulders, covered in fire-resistant scales, slammed into Tyrone's chest like a battering ram, just as he had stopped his breath and hadn't yet had time to assume a defensive posture!
"THUD!"
A dull, drum-like sound exploded!
The immense impact force caused Tyrone to let out a pained grunt. His massive crimson body was actually knocked staggering backward, his footing unstable, involuntarily releasing his suppression on the Blue Dragon Karta and the Black Dragon Saga.
Dust and not-yet-dispersed sparks scattered everywhere, shrouding the figures of the two giant beasts locked in combat in chaos.
Besides the Black Dragon Saga and the Blue Dragon Karta, there were three other little dragons hiding in a corner, trembling.
The other three little dragons were one White Dragon and two Blue Dragons.
All were still in the wyrmling stage, not yet grown into young dragons.
Originally, besides these three dragons, there were four other dragon eggs, but they were all White Dragons, not very intelligent, not as smart as this remaining White Dragon.
Princess Valentina was merciful and couldn't bear to see these White Dragons suffer in front of her, so she drove them all out.
Where they are now is unknown; they might have already died in some corner.
And as the smoke cleared, Xia'er used her forelimbs to step on Tyrone's spine, pressing him heavily to the ground, saying coldly, "Tyrone, do you submit?"
"I submit."
Tyrone's face was full of anger and unwillingness, but he still lowered his head to Xia'er, muttering sullenly, "Prime Minister, sir."
Only after Tyrone submitted did Xia'er release her dragon claw.
But the moment she released her claw, a panel abruptly appeared before Xia'er's eyes:
[Defeated the Red Dragon 'Tyrone Killian Fitzwilliam', reward obtained: Cantrip - Mage Hand.]
"Ah?"
Xia'er was stunned.
This was the first time she had received a reward other than basic attribute bonuses!
Mage Hand?!