Defeating the World with the Power of One Dragon!

Chapter 66: Dragon Battle - Harnessing Power with Wisdom

The night was utterly torn apart by two dragons.

Facing Garoth's overwhelming assault, the Cliff Serpent Dragon didn't meet him head-on. Instead, it soared into the air and flexed its body like a green lightning bolt, constantly changing direction as its slender form traced intricate zigzagging trajectories through the sky.

However.

In terms of speed and agility, it still couldn't match Garoth.

Garoth's robust and thick body appeared somewhat cumbersome at first glance, seemingly less nimble than the serpentine Cliff Serpent Dragon. Yet his mid-air turns defied expectations - with a single sweep of his massive wings stirring gale-force winds and dense sparks, he could execute near-ninety-degree turns in an instant.

The two dragons weaved through the night sky.

The Cliff Serpent Dragon ascended diagonally while Garoth pursued relentlessly from behind, the distance between them rapidly closing.

Glancing back at the approaching red iron dragon, the Cliff Serpent Dragon let out a furious shriek, growing increasingly irritated by its inability to shake Garoth off.

Yet instinct warned it of Garoth's current danger.

If it couldn't slow him down and took a direct hit, it might suffer critical damage instantly.Serpent dragons feared no death, but unless pushed to the brink or consumed by hatred, they wouldn't resort to death curses that made enemies pay dearly.

Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!

High-temperature steam tinged green with venom seeped from between the Cliff Serpent Dragon's scales, transforming into poisonous mist. Then, the toxins spraying from its scale gaps condensed into fine threads mid-air, weaving into a lethal toxic net behind its coiling body as it maneuvered.

Garoth's pursuit path became layered with venomous barriers.

He shook his body, shedding heat-reddened explosive scales from the friction, then unleashed a fiery breath.

Though devastating in power, the fiery breath's range was limited. But when flames met explosive scales, they triggered violent detonations.

Molten venom threads rained down onto the forest canopy below.

Ancient trees sizzled as if doused in acid, their sap reacting with the toxins to produce black-green smoke.

Simultaneously, rolling flames surged outward, tearing a massive breach in the toxic web.

Garoth folded his wings.

Spinning precisely through the gap, he then spread his wings and charged again at the Cliff Serpent Dragon. However, the venomous obstruction had slowed his assault slightly.

Seizing the chance, the serpent dragon twisted toward him.

Garoth's right wing extended high like a massive guillotine blade, slashing toward its body.

Having tasted Garoth's wing strikes before, the Cliff Serpent Dragon arched backward to evade instead of blocking.

Just as it prepared to counterattack—

Garoth abruptly pivoted, his left wing sweeping upward as the Wing Rings on its tips flared, suddenly engulfing the wing in raging flames. The burning wing tore through air with an earsplitting shriek, cleaving toward the serpent dragon's head.

This spinning wing strike came too fast, too sudden.

The Cliff Serpent Dragon's pupils contracted as it shrieked, barely managing to jerk backward.

Riiip!

The wing-blade grazed its throat, shallowly slicing through fine neck scales.

Nearly.

A clean decapitation would've ended this without excessive toxin exposure. Pity—this serpent dragon's reflexes surpassed ordinary beasts of its tier.

Venomous blood welled from the Cliff Serpent Dragon's throat onto Garoth's left wing.

Instant agony followed, yet compared to their first encounter, he could endure it better now.

His prior exposure to the serpent dragon's toxins had genuinely built some resistance.

Eyes cold, Garoth launched continuous spinning slashes, his wings becoming twin terrifying blades that whipped up a storm of strikes against the serpent dragon.

These wings, tempered through countless battles, were his deadliest weapons.

Against this onslaught, the Cliff Serpent Dragon couldn't mount any counterattack.

Focusing entirely on evasion, it still couldn't avoid every strike.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Ruthless wing slashes and occasional claw strikes raked its body, metal-on-scale impacts tearing through armor and flesh to leave bloody trails.

Despite accumulating wounds, the serpent dragon didn't flee in fear but kept dodging, seeming berserk.

In truth, dragons possessed superb combat instincts, and this veteran Cliff Serpent Dragon was a cunning, experienced fighter—unlike that inexperienced Brass Dragon novice.

In direct combat, it paled against Garoth.

Its advantage lay in poisonous blood and toxin-emitting wounds.

As injuries multiplied, more venom coated Garoth while green mist exuded from the serpent dragon's body, inevitably engulfing him at close range for insidious corrosion.

Unlike direct venom contact, this mist seemed harmless at first but accumulated secretly until reaching critical mass—then erupting like a flash flood to overwhelm resistance.

This tactic had killed beasts stronger than itself before.

Next came playing weak—letting the red iron dragon think victory near while toxins built toward sudden eruption... The Cliff Serpent Dragon's lips curled cruelly, already imagining tearing into poisoned Garoth piece by piece, savoring his screams.

Riiip!

Garoth's claws raked its belly, drawing fresh blood.

Bleeding profusely, the serpent dragon vaporized unused venom into surrounding mist, muscles coiling beneath scales as it prepared to prolong the fight for toxic buildup.

Yet unexpectedly—

Garoth suddenly spread his wings and ascended, breaking off the engagement despite apparent advantage.

From higher altitude, he gazed calmly down at the serpent dragon.

No battle fever clouded his judgment. Though confident he could kill it first, the venom risk outweighed gains—victory would come at terrible cost.

Instead, Garoth sought to eliminate this serpent dragon more efficiently.

So at peak advantage, he withdrew—unlike young dragons who fought like mindless beasts, forgetting their intellectual nature.

In this deadly game, Garoth employed wisdom-guided tactics: using retreat to advance.

Harnessing power with wisdom—this was the mark of elder dragons.

"You fear me? Fear death?!" the Cliff Serpent Dragon roared, charging despite injuries while Garoth calmly winged backward, maintaining distance.

Too wounded for speed, the serpent dragon kept taunting—but Garoth's tempered will resisted provocation.

Thinking Garoth meant to flee, the frustrated serpent dragon turned back toward Crescent Valley—intending to vent on the werewolves again.

But unlike last time—

Garoth didn't leave.