King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 590 - 590 586

Chapter 590: 586 Chapter 590: 586 “If you can defeat him, I’ll open my treasury, and you can choose any three items.” Just as this young Feather Dragon was about to leave, Blazing Sky God Aludiba who was situated above the arena opened his mouth. Tempting a dragon with treasures was undoubtedly a good move.

“Can I really choose anything?” The young Feather Dragon asked, looking interested. The Feather Dragon had no particular interest in battles but would not shy away from them either.

“Of course, the precondition is that you can defeat him!” Aludiba pointed at Muria, aware of the strength of the Abomination Dragon; he had once had the “good fortune” to battle with the Feather Dragon in heaven.

“No problem!” The Feather Dragon turned into a white rainbow and entered the ring. But as soon as it entered, divine chains manifesting from the laws fell from the sky and into its body, suppressing its strength and near-light-speed motion.

“They are suppressing my strength.” The young Feather Dragon murmured, somewhat dissatisfied. It hated being bound.

Feather Dragons are whimsical and constantly changing. They wander habitually, are fond of solitude, and never stay in one place for long. They crave freedom, and love to travel between the different worlds.

“Such speed!” Muria watched the Feather Dragon, his face showing a grave expression. When speed reaches such an extreme, it’s like being invincible. Nothing can hit them, not even close enough to catch up with them.

“Bang!” The battle had just started when a massive impact sounded. Muria, who had already grasped the Star Cloud Chain, looked weirdly at the Feather Dragon, rolling around tearfully on the tidy ring— it was clearly in pain.

Muria saw it all clearly. The moment the Feather Dragon entered the ring, it tried to traverse space, a talent as natural to it as breathing is to a mortal.

However, since the Blazing Sky Gods and Dragon King had strengthened the space together, without equal strength, it was impossible to break through. Therefore, it was like an ordinary person bumping headfirst into an iron wall without any preparation.

“Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!” The Feather Dragon rolled around pitifully on the ring for quite a while before slowly flying up. In the meantime, Muria had not attacked even once. It was not just about victory; he wanted to make the opponent surrender.

“Are you ready?” Muria asked with a smirk. The Star Cloud Chain in his hand was already itching to move. It and the Spear of the Sun Chaser were designed to take on such opponents with high-speed, ones that even Muria’s eyes and mental power could hardly catch.

“Caw!” The Feather Dragon let out a peculiar cry. It lacked the depth of a dragon’s roar and instead carried a sense of emptiness—a bird’s call.

Then it turned its body into a white rainbow, shooting towards Muria. Since Muria’s eyes couldn’t keep up with its speed, the Feather Dragon looked like a ball of white light to him.

This little Abomination Dragon was reckless, using its body as a weapon and charging at Muria at such a speed that he didn’t even have time to defend. It hit him hard, taking him all the way to the light barrier at the edge of the ring.

“Cough!” Muria bore double the injury at once, spitting out a mouthful of golden blood. His insides had been damaged from the shock, as no matter how much his internal organs were strengthened, they couldn’t be as strong as his muscles or skeleton.

Although the Feather Dragon had a body designed to take on its extreme speed, the impact wasn’t easy for it either. According to its experience, Muria was too sturdy, at least for now. It couldn’t tear through Muria’s armor.

“Bastard!” One attack had caused Muria more damage than before. He couldn’t bear this. He grabbed one of the wings on the edge of the Feather Dragon’s earlobe, which was all messed up from the collision. He wrapped the Star Cloud Chain around it, then took out the Spear of the Sun Chaser and thrust it into its body.

Like a needle piercing an oxhide, Muria, holding the Spear of the Sun Chaser, felt considerable resistance. He’d only stabbed a short distance in—the dragon’s body was tougher than he’d imagined.

The pain of being pierced through made the Feather Dragon shriek sharply. Opening its beak, which was no different from a bird’s, it bit down hard on the arm that Muria was using to hold the spear, slamming it down hard.

Muria’s massive body was thrown in the air by the Feather Dragon and crashed onto the ring. Small white stones splashed everywhere, and Muria created a massive crater with a radius of three hundred meters. Just as the Feather Dragon let out a triumphant cry, Muria pulled the Star Cloud Chain wrapped around his arm, dragging the Feather Dragon down onto the ring as well.

“Roar!” Seeing the Feather Dragon fall, Muria turned into Dragon Form, let out a roar, and started a brutally violent melee, the most direct and primitive form of dragon combat. It was bloody and cruel, but also full of a violent aesthetic.

White feathers were flying all over the place, like a snowstorm. However, Muria was also vomited blood from the Feather Dragon’s attack. A large area on the ground was stained with hot dragon blood, making the scene look particularly cruel.

The two giant beasts were fiercely punching each other on the ring, making the narrow ring tremble like a small floating island. Cracks continually appeared and then healed. If this were to happen in a small Material World, it would be a world-ending disaster, with catastrophic earthquakes, storms, and fires augmented by the two giant beasts’ fight. The energy wave from every collision was enough to cause a disaster large enough to destroy a city.

In comparison to this Feather Dragon, Muria had a too short tail and a body length of only a hundred meters plus, which not only provided no advantage but also put him at a disadvantage. However, the good thing was, although the Feather Dragon made Muria vomit blood several times, it couldn’t break Muria’s armored defense. This frustrated the Feather Dragon immensely.

“I surrender. No more fighting. Let go of my wing!”

The fresh and crisp scent, like the air immediately after a rain, flowed into Muria’s nose. It was the smell of the Feather Dragon—very pleasant. Hearing the Feather Dragon’s words, Muria was slightly stunned, then slowly opened his mouth and let go of the wing he was biting. Blood-stained dragon tooth marks were clearly visible.

“You’re giving up just like that?” Muria asked in surprise.

“Yes, fighting with you is too frustrating for dragons, so I don’t want to fight anymore.” As a Feather Dragon who loved to fly, it was intolerable to be bound by another dragon with chains and forced to engage in close-quarters combat on the ground. They hated this kind of fighting.

The ring was too friendly to him. The “narrow” space didn’t allow it to use its speed to its full potential, and the restrictions were too many. It greatly disliked this.

“Alright, we’ll continue to fight when we have the chance!” The Feather Dragon was unhappy, but Muria was excited. He hadn’t encountered a dragon that could fight him evenly in melee combat in a long time. He naturally loved the thrill of the hunt.