1274 Youth 2 (1/2)
Cuboshaw lay on the ring but no one knew whether he was dead or alive. In the earlier chaos, Garen slashed a claw in the face, disfiguring him. He was now being picked up by Reyman.
”You need to be careful, Garen. Cuboshaw is very vengeful...” He looked and whispered at Garen.”
”You should be more worried about him,” Garen didn't mind. He was happy, but it was not about this. Instead, during his encounter in the Level Five poisonous gas attack, he made a pleasant discovery.
His soul and body were freed of his disharmonious state without any reason. Now, even if an Undead Master or a Soul Master was to stand before him, they would not discover the odd state of his soul and body.
That poisonous gas itself brought about soul temptation and corroding effect.
However, as a principal attack toward the soul, Garen had a strong fitting soul so he wasn't afraid of this sort of attacks. So, this level five spellcraft was less harmful than a pure corrosion.
Moreover, Garen's vitality had reached the higher standard of a young dragon that could weaken spellcraft by a level. Hence, he was immune to the majority of corroding spellcraft. The remaining harm was nothing to him.
It was then that he broke free from the encirclement and rescue Leona.
”Garen!” He turned and was welcomed by Leona's passionate embrace, ”You're just so cool!”
Leona's entire body was hanging on Garen.
The White Dragons respected those who were powerful. As long as one displayed a strong enough strength, he would earn respect and receive attention.
As he had resolved the harmonious issue of his body and soul, he didn't have to keep a low profile. Receiving attention would gain him more resources and obtaining the fastest growth was the matter at hand.
That was why Garen took the opportunity to go full force in the end, letting the instructor experience his current ability.
If everything were to go well, the instructor should be on his way to the Elder's residence. Discovering one with a great promise was a great phenomenon for the future of the White Dragon Clan. He would receive great rewards from this.
”Garen, you really scared the shit out of us...” Boris and Saszt got up the ring together with the three siblings, Satwo, Sathree, and Safour who rushed over from the news and gathered around Garen.
”I really thought you were done for!” Saszt patted his chest and gasped.
”Five is the strongest!”
”Yes, Garen is the strongest.” Sathree, Safour and the rest had full confidence with Garen.
”But it's better not to go against the instructor the next time.” Satwo was still feeling a little uneasy. He recalled Garen's earlier arrogance to challenge an adult White Dragon. If this was the wilderness, he would have been eaten up without questions asked.
The last move pulled by Garen scared him to a full-blown sweat. His body was now still trailing with icy bits from condensing the sweat.
”The next time I'll see who would dare to bully me in class!” Sathree was beaming with pride.
Garen was hemmed in the middle but was lost in his thought on how he resolved the harmony issue. However, no matter how he tried to recall, the only possible lead was that encounter down in the abyss.
His Soul Rings had all exploded yet in the end, miraculously resumed to normal.
Without a doubt, that powerful existence at the bottom of the abyss saved him.
”I really need to find a chance to return for a look,” Garen did not like the idea of owing anyone, moreover this was a life-saving debt. He needed to find an opportunity to return the debt. Although he was now weak, as a Demon Lord the speed of his growth surpassed any regular being. He would seek an opportunity in the future.
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The instructor fluttered his wings and glided a half round from the side of Elder's Peak into a pitch black cave. An old White Dragon crouched at the entrance of the cave. He opened his eyes to give a glance but did not move as though he was still asleep.
The instructor flew another few hundred meters inside the cave and quickly arrived a large hemispherical grotto. A deep blue cold lake was right in the middle of the grotto.
An old White Dragon twice the size of the instructor mounted in the waters. This old White Dragon was flipping through a huge human reference book with interest. A pair of large-sized presbyopic spectacles were framed on his nose.
”What is it again?” He did not bother to lift his head as he threw the question. He seemed to know the arrival of the instructor.
”I found a budding dragon that I think can enter the Gifted Camp,” The instructor respectably answered in a low voice.
”What kind of budding dragon?” The elder dragon yawned, ”Hand-to-hand combat or spellcrafting?”
”Hand-to-hand,” The instructor quickly replied. ”He is highly skilled in combat.” He added on in fear the elder dragon might pay no attention.
And of course, the moment the elder dragon heard it was hand-to-hand combat, a streak of disappointment flashed by his eyes.
”You should know that our White Dragon Clan only has three slots in the Gifted Camp and only the geniuses of the Spellcrafting department can draw the attention of those old farts.
”Fine fine, what's the level of his Draconic Aura?”
He casually threw another question.
”Er... Level one... He just grasped the fundamentals.” The instructor was hesitant.
”Just a newbie with Level One Draconic Aura yet you want to waste one recommending slot?” The elder dragon finally lifted his head and fixated his gaze at the instructor on the opposite end of the lake. ”Are you sure you're not kidding?”
”No, not kidding.” The instructor solemnly nodded. ”He's not even one year old but his body has reached the standard of a young dragon! He's really outstanding!”
”No matter how strong his build is, although the bodies of the dragon race are tough, there is a limit to it.” The elder dragon sighed. ”The Arcane Technique is able to exhaust the Time-Space Mysteries.
”And this is limitless. You need to understand this.”
”However, if supplied with one of one Ice Stalagmites every month at the Gifted Camp, he would definitely become the strongest warrior at earliest!” The instructor wasn't willing to give up.
”Return. Warriors can only achieve immortality with Draconic Aura. If his Draconic Aura is no good, then he's not good enough and too young at the present. Let's have a look after a period of time.” The elder dragon waved his arm and a large force caged the instructor up. This was an arm of a wizard that instantly tossed him a few hundred meters out of the cave.