Deborah and her Copper Dragon mother retreated to the peak on the right side of Dragon Valley, making space for the Red-Iron Dragon and the Silver Dragon to "spar."
"Will they be alright? The way they look, it doesn't seem like a simple spar."
Her gaze fell upon the two tense dragons, and Deborah whispered, unable to help but feel worried.
"Rest assured, there's no need to worry about Garros. Your father knows his limits; he won't go too far."
Hearing her mother's words, Deborah blinked and lowered her voice, saying, "Mm, what I'm actually worried about isn't Garros."
Without using Spells or class skills.
In this situation, Deborah did not think highly of her old father's chances.
She had seen Garros fight and knew very well how ferocious he was in battle.
That rugged, fierce body wasn't just dangerous in appearance; it contained extraordinary power, and the Red-Iron Dragon's rationality was enough to control it perfectly and perform beyond his limits.
Her father, the Silver Dragon, was pitting his weaknesses against Garros's strengths.
Even if there was a large gap in their Life Level.
But the outcome was truly hard to say.
"Not worried about Garros?"
"Then what are you worried about?"
The Copper Dragon Serena was a bit puzzled and tilted her head, but she didn't ask further, focusing more on the impending battle.
At this moment, the pre-dawn sky was gray-blue, like an endless, undivided block of dark gemstone, casting a faint, dim light.
Revealing his true form, the Silver Dragon Adrie stretched his wings, a luster like ice crystals shimmering across his wing membranes.
He did not use any Spell abilities, but the natural Dragon aura of the adult Silver Dragon still made the surrounding air stagnant, as if even the wind fearfully skirted around this area.
The Dragon aura was awe-inspiring.
His strength was not as great as the Red-Iron Dragon's.
However, at a full twenty-five meters long, his robust dragon body, which could hardly be called thin, was overall more imposing than the Red-Iron Dragon.
Garros took a deep breath, his Frostburn Scales trembling slightly, his sword-like spines clanging, his muscles coiled tight like steel wires, ready to unleash immense power at any moment, standing in strict formation.
The Silver Dragon Adrie moved first.
He flapped his wings and closed in on Garros.
There was no violent impact; his movements were elegant and precise, yet extremely fast.
In an instant.
The Silver Dragon closed the distance, his front claws lashing out like lightning. Before the claws reached him, a sharp cold pressure had already slashed toward Garros's faceplate.
The Red-Iron Dragon did not take it head-on.
He suddenly turned sideways, dodging the Silver Dragon's attack while flames ignited on his claws. The claw-fingers, sharper than blades and burning red like hot iron, whistled as they tore toward the Silver Dragon's head.
Bang!
A dull impact exploded.
Adrie raised his left forelimb, his muscle fibers tightening instantly like tempered steel wire, taking the blow head-on. His mithril-like scales did not shatter, only slightly dented and cracked.
Having been polished by centuries of time, the adult Silver Dragon's defense was no small matter.
The Silver Dragon sneered, changing his right claw to press down. Like a silver moon falling to earth, it traced a cold arc, striking directly at the Red-Iron Dragon's neck.
Garros suddenly tilted his head and rammed with his shoulder.
Bang!
The Silver Dragon's giant claw slammed into the Red-Iron Dragon, and because of the size difference between the two, it covered almost half of Garros's body.
Garros felt as if he had been struck by a mountain of cold iron.
Even though the Silver Dragon had not used any skills to amplify or strengthen himself, his sharp claws were still soaked in cold, and they carried immense force.
The rugged, sharp spines on his body snapped one by one, crushed by the Silver Dragon's giant claw, only to regenerate at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The surrounding Frostburn Scales absorbed kinetic energy as they cracked and shattered.
While Garros felt icy cold all over, thermal energy was gradually accumulating within his body, burning hot.
The Frostburn Scales absorbed the kinetic energy, preventing Garros from being shaken by the Silver Dragon's claw strike.
In the Silver Dragon's slightly surprised gaze, the Red-Iron Dragon suddenly raised his head.
He met the attack head-on with a headbutt covered in the thickest ridge armor, his rugged horns pointing to the sky becoming the most formidable weapon at this moment, thrusting toward the Silver Dragon's lower jaw.
Clang—!
A loud sound like metal colliding spread, carrying a shockwave that sent ripples through the air.
The Silver Dragon possessed battle techniques honed over a thousand times, and he did not allow the Red-Iron Dragon's headbutt to strike his body.
Garros's headbutt slammed solidly into the palm of the Silver Dragon's claw, exploding into a visible ring of air waves.
In the sky, Adrie was pushed back half a step by this brute force, his claw stinging intensely, having been pierced by the seemingly indestructible horns, which had penetrated the fine scale defense and torn the flesh.
Garros felt his skull buzzing.
Adrie's bone density, scale hardness, and physical strength exceeded his estimates.
Silver Dragons were always used as a benchmark for Red Dragons, and they were never known for their physical strength.
But that was in comparison to the physique of a Red Dragon.
The physique of a Silver Dragon was stronger than the vast majority of Dragonkin, weaker only than Gold Dragons among Metallic Dragons, and weaker only than Red Dragons among Chromatic Dragons.
"Red-Iron brat, caught you."
The Silver Dragon, the old father, grinned, revealing an expression somewhat like an Evil Dragon.
Crack—rip!
His claws erupted with power, allowing the Red-Iron Dragon's horns to sink further into his flesh, while simultaneously, like iron pincers, he wrapped his single claw around the Red-Iron Dragon's head and gripped it.
Ignoring the pain, he curled his hooked toes, determined to lock onto Garros's head even as the horns tore his flesh.
At the same time, the Silver Dragon's blood flowed down from the wounds torn by the horns, dripping between his fingers.
Landing on the Red-Iron Dragon, it immediately turned into clusters of ice crystals.
Garros felt his head being tightly constricted, while at the same time, a piercing cold seeped into his brain, freezing his mind, making his thoughts stiff, and his reactions sluggish.
Bang, bang, bang!
In this short moment of sluggishness, the Silver Dragon grabbed the Red-Iron Dragon's head with one claw, while the other claw rained down like a storm, striking the Red-Iron Dragon's body.
One Cold-Burst Scale after another collapsed and shattered.
The Red-Iron Dragon looked as if he was being unilaterally beaten.
However.
The Silver Dragon was very clear that this detestable Red-Iron brat had almost maxed out his defensive and counter-attack capabilities, and so far, he had not truly been injured.
On the contrary, he had many broken spines stuck in his claws, and his wounds torn by the horns had already bled quite a bit.
Those spines were regenerating at an ultra-high speed and were exceptionally sharp.
Every time he attacked, he himself would suffer some minor injuries.
Moreover, he had already noticed that the Red-Iron Dragon had double-layered dragon scales. While it looked like the scales were collapsing and fragments were flying everywhere, it was actually of no consequence.
"First, strip off his outer layer of scales!"
The Silver Dragon's thoughts flashed like lightning, and his attacks became even more ferocious.
During this time.
The suppressed Garros did not resist violently, but merely protected some weak points, quietly enduring the 'beating' from the adult Silver Dragon, while the thermal energy within his body continuously climbed as the Frostburn Scales shattered.
He was waiting for a chance to counter-attack.
Very soon.
Under the Silver Dragon's fierce offensive, the outer layer of dragon scales on the Red-Iron Dragon almost completely collapsed and shattered, revealing the inner layer of hard dragon scales with a black base color and red patterns.
"Dragon brat, next—"
A look of satisfaction appeared on the Silver Dragon's face, then it became stiff.