A Dragon against the Whole World

Or... just vaguely say...

"It’s a tie."

As the Silver Dragon struggled intensely inside, grappling with his wording, the Red Iron Dragon spoke up on his own, with a sigh: "Lord Adri, you truly are a formidable and mature Silver Dragon, undoubtedly one of the elites among the Silver Dragon race."

"I have believed myself to have grown significantly over the years, with great progress in strength, but after today’s battle, I realized there is always someone better out there, and I still cannot claim true victory. I had become too arrogant."

With a serious expression, he continued, "This was just a sparring match to test the waters, and you must have held back a lot, Lord Adri."

"If it were a true life-or-death fight, with the abundant experience and endless tactics of a mature dragon, I might already be on the ground, incapacitated."

"Thank you, Lord Adri, for your careful guidance that allowed me to clearly recognize my true level, preventing me from becoming unrealistically arrogant and reckless due to my growing power as before."

Adri tilted his head slightly, examining the sincere expression of Galos.

In his eyes now, the image of the young Red Iron Dragon had never been more pleasing.

Powerful yet not arrogant, understanding humility.

Even more rare, he was so considerate of the dragon’s intent, giving his elder due face.

"This child... my previous attitude towards him seems overly cold and distant, perhaps carrying some inherent prejudice against the Evil Dragons."

Adri introspected privately, even feeling a bit of guilt.

After pondering for a moment, the Silver Dragon appeared to have made a decision.

He lifted his front paw, and a faint spatial ripple passed, revealing nine intricately crafted and variously material small bottles in his grasp.

Each contained liquids or solids, differing in color and texture, but all exuded a rich magical aura.

"According to our Metal Dragon race tradition."

"As a senior, we usually give promising young dragons some small gifts at an appropriate time as a sign of encouragement and expectation."

With a gentle voice, Silver Dragon Adri said, "The first time we met, due to special circumstances, I forgot this courtesy."

"Now, let me make it up to you."

"However, I don’t have any extremely rare treasures, these are magic potions I personally crafted, I hope you don’t disdain them."

He pointed at the small bottles one by one, introducing, "This is the Holy Dragon Potion, which can quickly heal severe wounds in critical moments; this is the Wisdom Dragon Potion, which can significantly enhance mental agility and focus temporarily; this is the Demon Dragon Potion, which can temporarily augment spell power and magic recovery; this is the Blood Dragon Potion, which can stimulate bloodline potential, improving physical strength and recovery... a total of nine kinds of potions, covering combat, recovery, support aspects, each can be used individually."

He paused, his tone growing slightly serious: "Moreover, if you have enough courage to use this Nine Dragon Potion simultaneously, their properties will stimulate each other, creating a wondrous reaction, significantly enhancing all your attributes in a short time, the effect is extremely remarkable."

"But remember, doing so will result in a considerable weak period afterward, a strong side effect, thus it must not be used as a regular method, nor should it be abused at once."

During the previous intense battle with Galos, Adri relied on the comprehensive boost from taking multiple magic potions at once, in conjunction with alchemy and ice magic, to temporarily reverse the disadvantage, forcing Galos to activate his berserk blood state in response.

Galos noticed that the set of magic potions that the Silver Dragon now presented, regardless of their color, energy fluctuations, or overall variety, was superior to what Deborah had before.

"Thank you for your generous gift."

Galos’s eyes lit up, without hypocritical refusals, he extended his paw, taking all nine magic potions handed by the Silver Dragon, and safely stowed them away.

Then, with a bit of cheek, he asked: "Do you have any spares? I am quite confident in my ability to endure side effects."

The Silver Dragon chuckled silently, shaking his head, he patiently explained: "You are not a Magic Potion Master, your understanding of potion properties and your body’s tolerance are limited."

"Using this kind of potion too frequently, the effect may not stack better, but may instead cause some adverse effects from potion sedimentation."

"For instance, it might lead to sluggish thinking, slower reaction speed, affect memory, etc., not worth the loss."

He looked at Galos, continuing: "How about this, use this set of Nine Dragon Potions first, and carefully experience the effects and your reactions."

"After you finish them, if you indeed need more, you can ask me again, and then I’ll adjust the formula and dosage according to your specific situation and prepare a more suitable Nine Dragon Potion for you."

With this battle, the outstanding performance of the Red Iron Dragon completely changed Silver Dragon Adri’s perception of him.

The more Adri looked, the more he found this young Red Iron Dragon pleasing, his eyes filled with unabashed admiration and satisfaction.

Galos was equally satisfied in his heart.

He clearly knew that if he had such a comprehensive high-level magic potion set before the life-and-death fight with Red Dragon Gorsas, the battle would have been much easier, possibly avoiding the outcome of serious injury and slumber.

At this moment, in his eyes, the image of Silver Dragon Adri grew exceptionally pleasing and kind.

A Magic Potion Master was already an extremely rare and precious profession.