“Blackie! Don’t get too cocky!” Orange Sea Dream was still yelling arrogantly, still wanting to fight.
She didn’t know where she had lost, but she simply refused to admit defeat.
She couldn’t lose to a Half-Dragon—how could she show her face if she did?
Clearly, she had been able to reconcile instantly after learning Shijietang Simon’s true identity, knowing that the Red Dragon wasn’t someone to mess with.
Yet for all her calculations, she never expected that Blackie was also a mutated Red Dragon.
It seemed Orange Sea Dream’s luck was truly rotten, as if fate itself had destined her to be beaten by a Red Dragon.
Even if she dodged Shijietang Simon’s heavy fists, she still couldn’t avoid the shooting Dragon Blade from the Dark Dragon.
Blackie was ninety-nine percent pure-blooded Red Dragon, and her fighting style made that obvious.
Because if Shijietang Simon were forced into a corner, her ultimate fighting style wouldn’t be much different—getting up close, clinging to you and starting a brawl, throwing out all techniques and skills, refusing to let you escape.
It was a contest of whose fists were harder, whose blood was thicker, settling victory by the most primitive means.
So once you were caught and held tight by a Red Dragon, you were as good as dead.
Orange Sea Dream knew this well; she knew how to deal with a Red Dragon, which was to keep her distance.
But she didn’t know that Blackie’s blood was that of a Red Dragon.
“Could it be…”
Memories swirled through Orange Sea Dream’s mind, and she suddenly realized that Shijietang Simon had just mentally collapsed and slumped to the ground. It looked like she was overwhelmed with grief after killing a teammate.
But thinking back, was that really logical? With Simon’s cold personality, would she really be that devastated after killing a minor Team of Minor Demonic Weapons member?
No, absolutely not. It felt like there was a deeper secret behind it.
And now, a frightening speculation popped up in Orange Sea Dream’s mind.
From the very beginning, Simon and Blackie started fighting the moment they met, and every time they met after, they fought again and again.
Wasn’t that the most common family relationship among our Dragon Tribe?
“Blackie… your true form… could it be… a Red Dragon?” Orange Sea Dream kept firing shots through gritted teeth, glaring with rage as she questioned her.
But Heiqi Long’s mouth was still biting down on Orange Sea Dream’s arm, already crushing large patches of red Dragon Scale, her teeth sinking into the flesh, with Dragon Blood seeping out.
Now everyone knew why the Red Dragon was called the Ancient Dragon Slayer, right?
In terms of overall fighting power, it wasn’t much stronger than other Ancient Dragons; in a real brawl, it was about a fifty-fifty chance.
But because of the Red Dragon’s suicidal close-combat ability, it could seal off the escape instincts of cowardly Ancient Dragons—either you die or I die.
A Red Dragon’s personality was the complete opposite of the average Ancient Dragon: fearless and battle-hungry.
Blackie was clearly that type, perfectly fitting the traits of a Red Dragon.
“Ka… ka…”
Heiqi Long’s Dragon Scale Armor had also been smashed to pieces by Orange Sea Dream, and her mask had been cracked by the Red Dragon’s Heavy Claw.
But a single Golden Dragon Eye was revealed, full of chaos and madness, with not the slightest intention of letting go.
Even if beaten to death, she wouldn’t unclench her jaws.
The aerial clash between the two dragons had actually ended up a draw.
Orange Sea Dream’s close combat strikes weren’t weak either—every blow was powerful and fierce.
Heiqi Long’s Magic Resistance didn’t fully block physical attacks, and while her fine scales resisted sharp weapons, they did little against blunt-force attacks like Dragon Fist—so she took most of the damage with her flesh.
Blackie was still too young and not fully developed, and her physical defense wasn’t as strong as a Red Dragon’s.
In a close-quarters exchange of blows, she wasn’t as domineering as Shijietang Simon.
If the fight kept going like this, it wasn’t certain that Orange Sea Dream would be the first to collapse.
But Heiqi Long possessed a power that even pure-blood Red Dragons didn’t have…
“Roar!”
Blackie suddenly let go with her mouth, but her dragon claws yanked Orange Sea Dream’s dragon wings back hard, so strong it seemed the entire wing would be ripped off.
“Damn you, Blackie! Let me go!”
Orange Sea Dream was forced to the limit, gathering magic at top speed, and pressed her face close to Blackie’s for a mouthful of Dragon Breath barbecue.
But Blackie had been waiting for this very moment—waiting for her to open her mouth and unleash Dragon Breath.
Suddenly, her waist snapped back with force, and letting go with her mouth was to perform this very move: a flying rocket headbutt.
Don’t forget, she had a single-horned Dragon Blade growing from her head. If that pierced Orange Sea Dream while she was breathing fire, even a Red Dragon would be crippled or killed.
“Naive Blackie! You think such a feint could fool me?”
But Orange Sea Dream had anticipated Blackie’s next move all along.
From the moment she opened her mouth, she knew Blackie was planning to use her head for a finishing move. Blackie was just too young.
After working with you for some time, how could I not know what you’re thinking?
When you wiggle your butt, I know you want to eat! You can’t fool me!
“Bang! Bang!”
Orange Sea Dream clapped her hands together with force, clamped Heiqi Long’s head tightly with her dragon claws, then pressed her face to hers and unleashed Dragon Breath straight at her!
This time Blackie is done for! The Red Dragon wins!
“Dong!”
Unfortunately, Orange Sea Dream didn’t have long to be happy—Blackie countered with a Shenglong Quan, smashing Orange Sea Dream’s chin and shutting her mouth instantly.
The huge blast of Dragon Breath could only be swallowed back down.
This could have terrifying consequences: magical backlash.
Blackie had pretended not to use her fists for so long just for this moment—to shatter the Red Dragon’s dreams in a single punch.
Orange Sea Dream’s entire face flushed red, feeling miserable. Her insides seemed to burn, and not only was using Dragon Breath magic impossible, even moving was a struggle—she desperately needed rest.
“Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!”
But the enemy wouldn’t give her time to rest. Heiqi Long pressed the attack, striking while she was down, fists flying in an endless combo, beating Orange Sea Dream like a sandbag.
“Dong! Dong!”
In the end, the two of them crashed heavily to the ground like a pair of doomed, wingless mandarin ducks.
As the smoke slowly cleared…
A single figure struggled to her feet, while the other lay motionless on the ground.
Only then did the Double Tea Party members dare to crowd over for a look, but still didn’t dare get close—just watching from the edge of the Dragon Breath-scorched ruins.
Looking closely, everyone sucked in a cold breath.
Because the one standing was that pitch-black Half-Dragon.
Even though Blackie was now covered in wounds, bleeding from every orifice, with her Dragon Scale Armor shattered and several Dragon Blades broken, and her stance unsteady, she had stood up.
Meanwhile, Orange Sea Dream lay twitching on the ground.
Her injuries weren’t as severe as the Dark Dragon’s; on the surface, she didn’t seem badly hurt, but she had suffered internal injuries, with Dragon Breath forced back inside, and was now suffering magical backlash—she had lost all fighting power.
If Blackie wanted to finish off the Red Dragon now, it would be the easiest thing in the world—one swing of her blade would solve this greatest threat.