A Dragon against the Whole World

The Ignas Dragon Group has no weaklings among them.

As for him, Gordon, he absolutely cannot, someday in the future, when truly standing alongside his kin, be despised for lacking strength.

Whoosh—!

As the Crystal Princess uttered the last syllable, countless sharp ice spears instantly coalesced in the training ground sky, densely packed, blocking out the heavens and the earth.

The next moment, this rain of death, accompanied by a piercing shriek as it tore through the air, came crashing down towards Iron Dragon Gordon.

Clang clang! Sizzle—!

Amidst the dense collision sounds like a torrential downpour striking a tin roof, the constant sound of the ice spears tearing through scale armor and piercing into flesh could be heard without end.

Gordon grimaced in pain, the hard Dragon Scales continuously cracked and rolled under the relentless assault of the enchanted ice spears, cold stabs of pain spread throughout his body, but he did not retreat, his body rooted like a mountain in the ground, never taking a step back from start to finish.

Soon after, the Crystal Princess deftly switched weapons again.

The Sea Blue Staff disappeared, replaced in her hand by the Thundering Staff, wrapped in crackling arcs of electricity, with a purple gemstone embedded at the top.

Rumble-rumble—!

Under the training ground’s dome, as if clouds of thunder gathered, a dull rumble of thunder exploded out of nowhere.

Streaks of lightning as thick as a child’s arm, like spears cast in anger by a Celestial God, struck Gordon with precise crackling sounds, lighting up his massive body in a deathly white, the air filled with the scent of scorched flesh, the intense electrical current coursed through his body, bringing waves of paralysis and excruciating pain.

Over time.

The Crystal Princess almost employed every molding Magic she’s adept at.

When she finally stopped casting Magic, contentedly wiping away non-existent sweat with a silk handkerchief, Iron Dragon Gordon was already collapsed on the ground like a puddle of mud, charred and frost-covered, scale armor shattered, almost unrecognizable as a dragon, only the heavy breathing proved he was still alive.

"Heal him."

The Crystal Princess clapped her hands, her tone relaxed, as if just completing an afternoon tea.

The staves provided extremely high magic and mental recovery rates, she felt no fatigue at all.

Surrounding court physicians, skilled in Healing Spells, immediately gathered around, gentle life energy pouring over Gordon’s scarred body.

Soon, those ghastly wounds on his surface nearly healed.

Coupled with Magic Potions provided by the royals, his recovery was astonishingly swift.

"Will it continue tomorrow?"

The Crystal Princess walked to Gordon’s side, saying, "I’d be happy to oblige, but Gordon, your perseverance certainly surpassed my expectations."

Iron Dragon grimaced as he propped up his body.

He raised his head solemnly and said, "Of course, it’ll continue!"

"I, Gordon Ignas, will never tarnish the honor of the Ignas name! Enduring a bit of pain is nothing, as long as it doesn’t kill me, I will become stronger through each assault."

That’s how Galos became strong.

He can do it too!

Even if he can’t surpass the monstrous Galos, he must at least secure the second position among the four brothers.

Whether it’s Iron Dragon Solrog or Red Dragon Samantha, in the future, they will fall below him and heed his disposition!

The Crystal Princess smiled but said nothing more.

She knew very well that Gordon was driven by the accomplishments of his kin flourishing in the wilderness.

And it’s understandable, after all, the rise and development momentum of the Molten Iron Tribe in the Sel Wilderness surprised even her, a princess in the Royal Court.

The ever-changing power dynamics in the wilderness is something the Crystal Princess keeps a close eye on.

How the Molten Iron Tribe gradually eroded and eventually seized the Northwest Region, and then how it came to control the chaotic Central Region, she generally understood these processes well.

Among Gordon’s kin, notably the Red Iron Dragon Leader, is now one of the three overlords of the Sel Wilderness.

Its strength is arguably unrivaled below the Legendary level.

Given time, if the King of Molten Iron succeeds in stepping into the Legendary Domain, even the Lotheren Kingdom with its deep foundations would need to take a serious approach.

"Tell your brother."

The Crystal Princess shifted the subject, "Recently, I’ve amassed a batch of Black Oil Crystals; although the purity is just level one, the quantity is adequate, a total of fifty units shall soon be entrusted to reliable hands for delivery to the Gem Merchant Group."

Upon hearing, Iron Dragon Gordon showed a hint of confusion in his eyes.

"The bases of the Ripos Kingdom camp situated in the wilderness, those in the Northwest and Central Region have basically been cleared by the tribe," he said gruffly, "As for the remaining ones scattered in other Regional King’s territories, Galos has made it clear, there won’t be any active conflicts initiated anytime soon, so naturally, those bases won’t be touched."

This batch of fifty units of Black Oil Crystals isn’t easy to trade.

He knows Galos well.

The King of Molten Iron is decisive and clear in purpose; he won’t disrupt his planned development for some immediate gains. His prior willingness to connect with the Crystal Princess was because of the extra resources, not to fight specifically for her.

"I understand."

The Crystal Princess smiled slightly and said, "Just treat it as a gift."

Gordon understood the Crystal Princess’s intentions.

A gift, yet simultaneously, it’s an investment.