1273 Youth 1 (1/2)

Roar!

Reyman did not waste any breath and charged ahead. He swiped his tail and clawed at Garen's waist.

However, Garen's claw had already blocked in front of him.

With a parry, the two claws smashed onto each other.

Garen did not move while Reyman flew away from the impact. He fluttered more than ten times to counter the force.

He hung in midair and started to chant incantations.

”This guy actually cultivated spellcrafting as well?” Garen was stunned as he saw a green bracelet on Reyman's wrist beamed in a dim light. He charged forward to elbow him.

Wham!

It was blocked, but Garen's tail managed to whip at Reyman's mouth.

Ow...!

The whelps beneath saw that Reyman took a hit on his mouth and couldn't help but yelp. This was equivalent of having a human stomped on the mouth by a foot, an utter disgrace!

Reyman's incantation was cut short as he was blown away by the lash.

He knocked onto an ice wall with a bam and the impact left a mark resembling a spider web.

Such a powerful display of strength had the instructor's eyes twitching.

Garen stood on the ring, swiping his tail as he casually looked at Reyman who was attacked far away.

Another speedy kill...

”You're too weak.

”You should return and train for a longer period,” He threw these words and then stared at the instructor.

”Can I get down the stage now?”

The instructor looked at him three times before slowly nodding.

”Yes.”

This fellow's strength was similar to a young dragon. How ferocious! He was considered a genius amongst the dragon race.

However, it was mainly his fighting instinct that allowed him to strategize appropriate attacks at the right time. He was naturally born to be a fighter.

”Wait! I wish to challenge you!” Suddenly, a dragon whelp flew high and landed on stage.

It was a young whelp that followed Reyman from behind. He garnered no attention in the beginning but now that he suddenly made his appearance, he attracted everyone's attention. After Reyman was killed so quickly, he dared to challenge. He must have something up his sleeve.

Garen carefully looked at this dragon whelp. He was smaller than Reyman. Although he wasn't as tough-looking as him, he was still bigger than any regular whelps.Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please clickfor visiting.

”Who are you?” He asked directly.

”Cuboshaw, brother of Reyman.” The dragon whelp's ears were special, being long like an elf. His eyes were bright as they gleamed in unknown confidence.

”Then, come.” Garen didn't mind who would come at him. They were all a bunch of little children anyway.

He had just said these words when Cuboshaw swooshed to his right, clawing at his waist. His speed was faster than Reyman more than a tad. He was similar to Garen's speed.

Garen was struck by this. The growth of his body wasn't extraordinary. If it weren't for the nourishment of the Soul Power and the increase on his attributes, he would be a regular little White Dragon and Cuboshaw's speed could have caught up to his agility at 26 points. It seemed that there was no lack of innate and acquired training, he must have gone through some brutal training.

”So it seems I can't underestimate the dragon race training in this world...” He pushed his elbow to block his opponent's claw. At the same time, he tilted his head to spew a mouth of white dragon breath that formed into a white sword stabbing at Cuboshaw's face.

”Roar!” Cuboshaw released a compressed vigorious pressure. It was the Draconic Aura!

This Draconic Aura was explosive and had Garen's speed and reaction slowed down by half a beat. This gave him a chance.

He didn't care that his face that was frozen with a dragon breath. He lowered his head to ram into Garen's back.

Bam! Cuboshaw's tail lashed onto the back of Garen's right limb, causing a dull collision. The area at which he was whipped seemed to bring about an attributable attack as Garen's white scales was dyed to pale blue. It seemed to be some sort of poison as Garen's back leg grew stiff.

Stomp stomp stomp!

After the attack, Cuboshaw retreated three steps and landed on the other side of the ring.

A cloud of green poisonous gas spurted from a ring he wore on his right claw, engulfing Garen within.

”Garen! How sneaky you are to use tools!” Leona, who was beneath, couldn't bear to watch any longer as she yelled out with concern.

”That's right! It's not fair to use spellcrafting tools on the ring!” Boris and the rest hollered.

”What's not fair? Whether it's winning, losing, life or death, the human will not give you any fairness on the battlefield! They have always bullied others with numbers!” Cuboshaw smiled coldly. ”If I were to kill him here, then it can only be blamed that on his lack of skill and no one else.”

”Instructor!” Leona looked at the instructor with disdain.

The instructor who was the only one who could stop this did not make a move. He stared coldly at all the dragons.

”What he said is true. We should stop at nothing to win. This is the practice taught to us by the humans. Many dragons die in the hands of the humans for standing firm with the old stance.”

Cuboshaw continued to smile coldly. He disregarded the dragon whelps that were stirring below.

”So you're saying that I can also carry with me a spellcrafting tool in a competition!?” Boris coldly rebutted. He could tell that the poisonous gas was a Level Five spellcraft. No matter how strong a dragon whelp, they would sustain a major injury. Although Garen's body seemed tougher than any regular whelps, he was still worried that he would be unable to bear it. Looking at the section where the green fog enveloped, he started to grow anxious.