Defeating the World with the Power of One Dragon!

Chapter 222: Silver Dragon Father? Listen to My Cunning… Explanation!

Under the gradually deepening night sky, as the red iron dragon twisted and turned, low rumbling sounds continuously emanated from the entire supergravity field.

While Garoth focused on his training, the brass-silver dragon's gaze slowly swept across that undulating, bulging, muscular physique that seemed cast from steel. The scales on her body once again transmitted that itchy, tingling sensation, and her tail unconsciously tightened slightly.

"So hot."

The brass-silver dragon felt inexplicably feverish, her gaze practically glued to Garoth's body like adhesive.

"I'm dying, I'm dying."

The faerie dragon, flopping about with her neck crooked, appeared before the brass-silver dragon, blocking her view and interrupting her wandering thoughts.

"I think I'm dying, save me."

The faerie dragon said with a mournful expression.

The brass-silver dragon grabbed her, and while she wasn't paying attention, instantly gave a sharp twist, straightening the faerie dragon's crooked head, then waved her claw: "Don't block my view, hmm... I'm watching how Garoth trains."

Rubbing her own head and neck.The faerie dragon Vira showed an expression of lingering fear.

"Won't Garoth's head really break off?" Looking again at the red iron dragon fully focused on training, his movements expansive yet incredibly resilient, Vira felt even more astonished.

Time gradually passed.

The faerie dragon and brass-silver dragon didn't disturb Garoth, quietly watching him train.

When Garoth temporarily finished his training, the brass-silver dragon Deborah stepped forward with elegant grace, slowly entering the supergravity field, then said with curiosity and anticipation: "Garoth, your training seems quite interesting, could you teach me?"

"You want to learn?"

Garoth exhaled a breath of scorching air, shaking his neck.

"I'd like to give it a try."

"Though judging by Vira's performance earlier, one could easily twist their own neck, so I believe I need your guidance."

Under three times gravity, Garoth's neck exercises weren't something ordinary dragons could accomplish.

But with a hybrid metal dragon's physique, there wouldn't be major issues once she got accustomed.

"Sure, I'll teach you."

Garoth nodded, signaling the brass-silver dragon to come before him.

"Flip over, use your head to support yourself on the ground."

"Initially your back can touch the ground, then try using only your neck muscles to lift your body up."

Garoth said.

"Okay."

The brass-silver dragon began attempting.

Immediately, under the night's gentle caress, Garoth watched as the brass-silver dragon gracefully flipped over in place, her long neck covered in brass-silver scales tracing a smooth arc.

Her movements were light, carrying an innate sense of rhythm, completely different from his own steel-quenched heaviness.

Now, her massive head also imitated Garoth's posture, trying to press that beautiful, ice-scale-covered back of her head against the similarly metallic-lustered ground.

"Thud."

A sound far gentler than what Garoth produced.

Most of Deborah's body still pressed against the ground, only her head and neck striving to find that support point.

She attempted, like Garoth, to lift her body off the ground using only neck strength.

The brass-silver dragon's exquisite scales trembled slightly under the supergravity field, the elegant muscle lines along her neck tightening, showing she exerted great effort.

But after several attempts to lift, her body couldn't sustain being airborne.

The weight felt like invisible chains firmly binding her to the ground.

Garoth intently watched Deborah's subtle struggles, noticing her imperfect form.

Then, the red iron dragon silently stepped forward, lifting his thick forelimbs covered in hard scales.

That massive claw, like a battering ram, carried scorching heat and body warmth not yet settled after intense exercise, landing gently yet unquestionably on the most flexible, smooth scales at the connection between the silver dragon's neck and shoulder.

! Deborah's body suddenly stiffened.

The temperature from Garoth's palm transmitted through her scales, astonishingly scalding, forming a strange contrast with the cold, hard metallic texture of his clawtips.

That powerful, absolutely dominating force.

Seemingly just lightly placed, yet it felt like pressing an entire furnace against her most vulnerable, sensitive neck area.

That dragon claw seemed capable of gripping her slender neck with just a slight squeeze, making her feel suffocated.

With her weak point so closely touched, the brass-silver dragon instinctively wanted to struggle and escape.

"Don't move randomly."

Garoth's deep voice seemed to explode beside her ear, carrying that dragon-specific vibration like distant thunder rolling in the chest, directly piercing through the heavy air brought by the supergravity field.

"Relax, feel the muscle engagement, your strength is scattered."

His massive claw pressed down slightly, carrying an irresistible guidance that made the brass-silver dragon unable to muster resistance, silently complying.

Deborah felt that scorching power begin to move.

It traveled downward and backward, steadily applying pressure along the muscle lines on both sides of her long neck.

The hard edges of the red iron dragon's clawtips, like the heaviest training whip, carried absolute control, tracing across her tense muscles as if combing and sculpting.

And as the dragon claw moved.

The brass-silver dragon only felt electric tingles throughout her body, her hard scales seeming to soften somewhat.

"Here."

Garoth's clawtip stopped near the base of her neck close to her head, where relatively thick bone plates covered but where muscles were particularly crucial.

"Try to concentrate strength, focus your mind here, imagine your neck is a steel cable trying to break through earth, all power gathering at this point, push upward!"

He said.

"Mew..."

Deborah made a short inhaling sound, her silver vertical pupils contracting from extreme focus and exertion.

She could feel Garoth's massive claw resting on her neck.

That scorching, heavy, rough sensation was so clear, even overwhelming the painful soreness from the supergravity itself. He was like a silent volcano, imprinting strength and will directly onto her body.

Finally, under Garoth's pressuring yet incredibly precise guidance, Deborah gathered her full strength.

Her neck muscles suddenly bulged, the scales covering them seeming to instantly tighten further.

"Up!"

Garoth shouted lowly, his massive claw on her neck pulling upward and backward in one smooth motion.

Crack——!

The brass-silver dragon's massive and elegant frame, finally for the first time with tremendous roaring vibrations, was forcibly lifted by her own neck strength against triple gravity from the ground.

Her neck had steadily left the ground.

"Very good."

Garoth said slowly.

His massive claw covered in deep black scales didn't immediately move away, instead gently pressing against those neck muscles trembling from extreme exertion.

That pressure wasn't heavy, more like a confirmation, an approval, carrying residual scorching temperature and rough scale texture, clearly imprinting on Deborah's perception.

"Maintain this for a while, then try moving your body."

Garoth said.

Now dark clouds obscured the moon, time gradually passing.

The brass-silver dragon's thoughts were somewhat confused.

She wasn't really focusing on listening to Garoth's instructions, just carefully sensing the temperature and touch of his dragon claw, following his guidance to move.

Suddenly.

The brass-silver dragon sniffed the air, detecting a familiar scent.

Before she could gather her thoughts, the temperature within Dragon Valley plummeted, as if suddenly turning to winter.

Crack crack crack... Frost inch by inch condensed from the ground, rapidly radiating outward. The lake surface that had shown slight ripples in the darkness instantly froze with thick ice layers.

Garoth's ice resistance had long been trained.

But even so, he still felt an icy chill, this coldness unusual, with a sensation that penetrated to the bone marrow and froze the soul.

"Evil dragon!"

Simultaneously, as alarm rose in Garoth's heart, an enraged roar like thunder came from the sky.

A prime adult dragon measuring twenty-five meters from head to tail, covered in shining silver scales, tore through the clouds, leaving frozen frost trails wherever it passed, appearing above Dragon Valley, eyes firmly locked on the red iron dragon.

It was Frostmark Edri.

In his eyes, that evil hybrid red iron dragon was using its claws to bend his precious descendant into bizarre positions, tormenting his child.

"Oh no, misunderstood again."

Seeing the prime dragon's formidable killing intent, Garoth thought things looked bad.

Crack crack crack—An extreme cold sensation came from his body. Without warning, chill erupted suddenly around Garoth, covering his scales with a layer of frost, freezing him into an ice sculpture, yet not harming the brass-silver dragon at all.

"Go to hell!" Edri used spell-like ice to seal the red iron dragon, then folded his wings, body wrapped in biting cold wind, charging straight down.

Boom! The ice layers on the red iron dragon shattered, his Frostburst Scales covered in cracks, yet unable to accumulate thermal energy internally.

"Thermal energy mainly comes from absorbing heat and kinetic energy. Such freezing damage really counters me." Garoth realized a weakness of Frostburst Scales.

But now wasn't the time for detailed study—he felt tremendous danger.

Level 18 prime silver dragon, 【Frostmark】 Edri, metal dragon overlord of the convergence lands—his dragon might condensed into substance, icy piercing, vast and majestic. Flying dragons were pressed unable to lift their heads, retainers trembled throughout, Garoth also felt enormous pressure.

Compared to Frostmark, White Dragon Trixie was like a cat that only knows to arch its back and hiss.

As spatial ring emitted faint light, a barrel of 95-grade black oil and a package of faerie scale powder appeared in Garoth's mouth, Frenzied State and Bloodburst spell ready to activate at any moment.

In a fight, Garoth was absolutely no match.

But with his Heavenly Wings, if he consumed the black oil and scale powder, then simultaneously activated all three stages while fully focused on retreat, even the prime silver dragon would find it difficult to keep him.

Buzz buzz buzz—Dark red flames surged behind his dragon wings.

Black-red dragon qi and golden frenzied lightning coiled around Garoth—he was already prepared.

Just then, "Wait!" Deborah hurriedly beat her wings rising into the air, intercepting between the silver dragon and red iron dragon.

"Father, you've misunderstood." She urgently said, "He's not an evil dragon, we were just training."

The silver dragon's movement halted, hovering in mid-air.

Edri heard the brass-silver dragon's explanation, but the rage on his face didn't immediately dissipate, instead growing more furious: "Naturally evil red iron dragon, you dare bewitch my daughter."

He questioned the red iron dragon, wanting to charge again.

However, the brass-silver dragon firmly blocked before him: "Father, he's different! Listen to my explanation."

The silver dragon frowned, seeing Deborah protecting the red iron dragon, then thinking of her deception and concealment toward him, feeling inexplicable anger rising.

"My oh my." A playful, laughing voice came as the brass dragon Serena flew over, saying, "My dear silver-scale sir, where has your usual composure gone? Why have you become as irritable as a red dragon."

Then, the red iron dragon suddenly dispersed the energy around him.

He slightly retracted his dragon wings, foreclaws lightly pressing the ground—this was the dragon race's standard non-combat posture.

Looking at the enraged silver dragon in the sky, he said without fear in danger: "So it's Lord Edri. I've heard Deborah mention you many times. Seeing you in person now, your dragon might is truly extraordinary."

The red iron dragon's voice sounded like fire-quenched steel ingots, blazing yet restrained.

After a slight pause, he looked directly into the silver dragon's scrutinizing eyes, continuing without arrogance or servitude: "As Deborah's friend, I should have visited her admired and praised silver dragon father sooner. It's just that recently I've been busy managing the convergence lands, bringing order to this chaotic territory, which delayed the timing."

These calm, rational words without brutality or provocation.

After spoken by Garoth, immediately eased the tense situation.

The silver dragon first slightly started, then carefully examined the red iron dragon before him, anger gradually fading from his eyes. Though some residual anger and suspicion remained, the bone-piercing killing intent from before was gone.

The marrow-penetrating formidable chill also gradually dispersed, withdrawing into the silver dragon's body.

Garoth knew the most dangerous moment had passed.

With orderly dragons, discuss order, demonstrate orderliness—those words had achieved good effect.

【Dragon Taming Technique · Silver Dragon Chapter】

【Debate of order outweighs proof of strength, rational demeanor surpasses roaring momentum】

【Discussing order with silver dragons is like solving riddles with brass dragons. Calm and rational presentation, yearning for order can win silver dragon favor】

The brass dragon Serena stared at Garoth in astonishment.

So eloquent?

Good, good, no wonder Deborah can't bear to return home.

Really quite different from other evil dragons.