A Dragon against the Whole World

Galos showed no hesitation or regret, tossing the valuable gemstones into his mouth like regular snacks, not even chewing, just gulping them down with a big swig of black oil.

Black oil with gemstones, perfect.

"Whew—"

The Red Iron Dragon spewed scorching flames from both its nostrils and mouth, its breathing grew heavier, and the scales all over its body seemed to glow faintly, revealing a satisfied expression.

On the other side, Golden Dragon Alberto watched with a heartache.

Gemstones! Those shiny, beautiful gemstones!

He, Galos, actually ate them!

Ignoring the heartbroken expression of the Golden Dragon, Galos stretched his body, lightly flapped his Dragon Wings, and then shot straight into the sky like an arrow, tearing through the air.

What is he doing?

Speed training? It doesn’t quite look like it.

Alberto looked up, gazing at the madly dancing Red Iron Dragon beneath the sky.

To his surprise, after ascending to high altitudes, Galos did not engage in high-speed linear flying or large-radius circling.

He began to frequently flap his wings, at times accelerating with sudden bursts of fiery flames, performing swift zigzags, lateral shifts, and swallow-like spins within a relatively confined airspace. Each change of direction was accompanied by the sound of air being torn apart and brief, dazzling wing flame sprays, leaving fleeting trails on the snowy curtain high in the sky.

"Turns out he’s training agility within a small range."

Alberto suddenly understood, immediately grasping the Red Iron Dragon’s intention, and with some reasoning, guessing the cause.

"It seems that in the battle with the Heart of Thunder, Galos was at a disadvantage in terms of agility during close combat, so now he’s specifically strengthening this area."

His guess was entirely correct.

Galos had always been critically assessing and addressing his shortcomings.

The encounter with the Blue Dragon Leader made him realize that although his straight-line speed was astonishing, in tight confines and close-quarters maneuverability, there was a gap compared to top-level beings in this aspect.

This was an area worth putting effort into reinforcing.

Of course, it must be clarified that what Galos considered a weakness was relative to those at the pinnacle of agility.

In fact, Galos’s flexibility already far exceeded most creatures of the same level.

If any enemy were to mistake his large form for clumsiness, they would pay a painful price.

But obviously, Galos was not satisfied with the status quo. He sought comprehensive invincibility, aspiring to elevate this ability to the top tier as well.

As for how to further improve, he believed, the key lay in his Celestial Comet Wings.

Previously, he primarily used the Celestial Comet Wings for straight-flight boosts through fiery acceleration.

But if he could more stably control the fiery flames, to the extent of instantly turning them on and off, his agility in confined areas could certainly rival that of the Blue Dragon Leader.

This posed a significant challenge, but Galos was eager to take it on.

"Galos is already immensely powerful, and his achievements at the age of a young dragon are indeed illustrious, yet he never relaxes, continually striving for improvement."

Alberto felt a sense of admiration.

He did not harbor any envy toward Galos’s strength.

The reason was simple; this strength was earned through Galos’s relentless effort and persistence, not solely innate talent.

Whenever Galos discovered a deficiency or weakness, the Red Iron Dragon would immediately engage in targeted rigorous training, day after day, gradually adapting until his shortcomings transformed into strengths.

It was through this process that he became ever stronger, increasingly invincible.

Alberto thought that any dragon, even a White Dragon, with such persistence, could surely achieve extraordinary feats.

"My agility could use some improvement too."

Alberto suddenly felt inspired, laughing out loud: "Haha, Galos, I’ll join you for some fun!"

Saying this, his massive golden form soared into the air, heading for that black figure high in the sky.

Galos was not one to refuse a willing sparring partner, immediately meeting the challenge.

Immediately, the enormous figures of the gold and black dragons began their aerial dance beneath the heavens.

They engaged in high-speed, dazzling trials of maneuverability within a limited airspace.

The swirling snow in the sky resembled a curtain, torn apart repeatedly by the sharp Dragon Wings and whistling bodies, only to be healed over again by more encroaching snow.

Yet, from any angle, it was clearly a scene of the golden dragon being one-sidedly battered.

Under Galos’s storm-like, rapid direction-changing assaults, synchronized with sudden wing flame bursts, Alberto spun like a huge top, continually hit and rotated.

The heavy sound of blows echoed with the muffled grunts of the Golden Dragon.

But deep in the golden dragon’s bones lay a stubborn persistence.

He gritted his teeth, enduring the disadvantage, occasionally finding the opportunity to launch one or two sharp counterattacks, adding a layer of enjoyment and challenge to Galos’s training.

As for these unexpected counterattacks, Galos endeavored to evade flexibly using his body technique, striving to avoid letting Alberto hit him.

After all, his current goal was to enhance agility.