With that, Gris leaped to his feet, his right hand transforming into a dragon claw as he lunged for Jona Velli's throat.
Just as he was about to make contact, Jona Velli suddenly moved, seizing Gris's forearm and halting his advance instantly.
Gris's pupils dilated. He hadn't expected this person to stop such an attack with a single hand.
In all of White Crystal City, only Jona Velli, Friel, Emi, Mofana, and Sasha beside him should have been capable of such a feat.
He stared intently at the Dragonoid before him, finding her somewhat familiar. It wasn't until he noticed the slight curl of her lips that he realized something was wrong.
"Oh? Getting serious, are we? Look at you, getting all worked up again."
Crack—
Jona Velli suddenly applied pressure, snapping Gris's bone then and there.
"Aaah! Ow, ow, ow!"
"Gris!"
Sasha cried out in alarm and moved to help, but Gris held her back with his other hand, signaling for her to stay put.
That immense strength made him realize exactly who he was dealing with.
"Sis..."
Before he could even beg for mercy, the sound of a fist whistling through the air reached him.
Wham!
Jona Velli's fist slammed down, making Gris stand bolt upright as stars danced before his eyes.
"What did you just say? Dragon Emperor? Say it again; I think I misheard you. Whose emperor are you?"
Gris shook his head vigorously, instantly snapping back to his senses.
"I... I mispronounced the dragon language word. It wasn't... it wasn't Dragon Emperor; it was Dragon Brother. Hehe~"
"I'm your little brother! Dear Sister, don't you recognize me? Hehehe~"
A playful glint flashed in Jona Velli's eyes.
"Oh? Is that right?"
Gris nodded frantically.
"Yes, yes!"
Jona Velli's tone shifted.
"Then why did I hear someone say they were going to kill me? Hmm?"
Gris's expression froze, and he broke out in a cold sweat (metaphorically speaking, of course).
"Was... was there? You must have misheard."
Jona Velli wagged a finger.
"I don't think so. My ears aren't deaf yet, after all."
"Ahem... I think that person might have... just misspoken. Yes, that's it."
"Then tell me, if someone wants to kill me, how should I deal with them?"
"I... I believe that saving a life is a noble deed. A dragon should be kind-hearted, return grievance with virtue, and let him off. Don't you agree, Older Sister?"
Jona Velli couldn't help but sneer at his words.
"You certainly learn fast; your glibness has reached a whole new level. However... I don't see it that way!"
Wham!
"Even Friel's Dependents fucking recognized me, yet you're still asking who I am? I'm your damn superior, that's who!"
Wham—
Wham—
Wham—
Jona Velli rained down several Mars Power Punches on Gris, making him howl in pain.
"Stop... stop hitting me! Ow, ow, ow! Older Sister, stop! If you keep hitting me, I'm going to die! Aunt Tiamat won't let you get away with this!"
"Oh? Your skin is itching for a beating, isn't it? You still dare to threaten me? I'll beat you even harder!"
"I didn't! I'm being wronged! Ow, ow, ow!"
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