Tale of the Red Dragon Without Dragon’s Might
Chapter 120: Scratching Faces, Pulling Hair

Chapter 120: Chapter 120: Scratching Faces, Pulling Hair

Tassera has always trusted her judgement; Leon is a very special Red Dragon, definitely the best choice for her mate. The only issue is that he was too young, still an unaccomplished teenage dragon, yet his thoughts were mature... saying his thoughts are mature, sometimes he can act childish, able to watch a fight between a giant scorpion and an Ankheg all day long.

Tassera thought about the young but powerful Red Dragon, certain that in the future he wouldn’t have just one mate. This could be seen from the Red Dragon’s usual demeanor, but she didn’t expect the day to come so soon. Wasn’t it just a long journey, less than half a year?

Wait.

That’s not right.

The Red Dragon appeared somewhat dazed, showing no signs of a guilty conscience, only a face full of confusion and doubt. On the other hand, the Green Dragon displayed extreme aggressiveness, confirming one thing. Leon, indeed, was a teenage dragon with no hidden agendas, but that didn’t stop others from targeting him.

Thus, it goes without saying, boys venturing out must learn to protect themselves; Tassera’s main focus remained on the Green Dragon.

Strategically despise the enemy, tactically value the enemy, Tassera did not underestimate the Green Dragon.

The Green Dragon’s strength wasn’t great, which was easy to see, but apart from that, its body lines were decent, its emerald scales pretty. Being slim was not an issue; a bony beauty is still a beauty... even so, she far surpassed her.

However, who doesn’t know the Green Dragons are the most cunning and the best deceivers? This was where Tassera absolutely could not compare.

Anyway—

Bitch, daring to steal someone right over my head, truly courting death.

"Did I ask you, Leon, did I let you speak?"

Tassera glared at the Green Dragon, haughtily raising her head.

Facing dismissiveness from the Efreeti, Cecilia opted to endure. For some reason, facing the Blue Dragon, who was obviously stronger, not inferior in strength to an Efreeti, she couldn’t bear to endure, saying sharply, "Aren’t you tired with your head held so high? Why is your jaw so big? Do you have a prognathous?"

The characteristic of the Blue Dragons, besides their wrinkled ears and large lone horn, was their protruding lower jaw which bristled with clusters of sharp spikes, making it look like a large jaw; naturally, Tassera was no exception. Of course, this jaw was charming in Dragon Form, and did not hinder her sharp and smooth chin in human form.

"Why can’t you ever hear me speaking, why don’t you answer questions." The Green Dragon bared its sharp teeth, and Tassera was not easy to bully either, "Turns out you don’t have ears."

The characteristic of Green Dragons is that they do not have external ears, only ear holes and leather plates extending downward along the neck, each plate edged with small horns.

Never eaten pork, never seen a pig run? Even Leon realized something was wrong, and coughed wanting to speak.

"You shut up." Tassera looked toward the Red Dragon, usually giving Leon face, but today she truly spared no feelings.

Leon wanted to burst out, but in the end, he restrained himself. He wasn’t afraid of a volcanic eruption, but an enraged Mother Dragon was more dreadful than a volcanic eruption — it was better to avoid sharp edges for now. Now he could stay out of it, who knew what would happen if he intervened.

Leon shut up, which didn’t stop Cecilia from approaching him, saying, "Brother, why is she so fierce to you?"

Green dragons are also dragon-teasers.

Leon didn’t fall for it; he dodged the Green Dragon, saying as he escaped, "I’m going to check on my puppy, the juvenile Magma Land Shark has grown a lot."

Leon left.

Blue Dragon and Green Dragon were at loggerheads, not ceasing their hostilities because the man left, on the contrary, the situation seemed to be escalating.

"Bitch." Tassera shouted.

"Slut." Cecilia retorted.

"Who is the slut calling?" Tassera’s level reflected in that she read extensively, including the court dramas beloved by imperial ladies.

As a Green Dragon, Cecilia purely relied on innate talent in battles: "Who is the slut, I’m cursing."

"A Green Dragon serving as a maid, truly losing face for the Colorful Dragons." Tassera said, "Where is your dignity as a True Dragon? Are you really a True Dragon?"

"Brother and sister affairs, you don’t need to understand too much." On becoming a servant to a Red Dragon... a maid is also a servant, Cecilia naturally minded greatly, but if one day she could turn the tables, all humilities would turn into a victory tally, boasting material.

"I am his mate." Tassera decided to play her trump card.

"Leon is still a teenage dragon, not yet at the age to find a mate." Cecilia wouldn’t take everything at face value, even if true, "Shame on you for saying that... you are a young dragon, aren’t you embarrassed to bully Leon, a teenage dragon like that? Look quickly, a bad elder sister tricking a child."

Tassera took a deep breath, the skin of the Blue Dragon began buzzing, accompanied by the crackling of static sparks, the air seemed filled with the smell of ozone and dust, speaking: "So thin and skinny, I almost didn’t recognize you as a young dragon... A young dragon calling a teenage dragon brother, truly shameless."

"Sisterly love cares not about age," Cecilia said.

"So you’re indeed harboring the same intention..." Tassera sneered.

"Yes, I am indeed targeting him, I admit. Not like someone else, who dares to act but not own up, acting virtuous while being a whore." When it comes to shamelessness, one must mention the Green Dragon. To a Green Dragon, being despicable and shameless is a compliment. Cecilia didn’t care for her image at all.

As Tassera gasped for breath, she finally realized that in terms of verbal agility, the Blue Dragon was absolutely no match for the Green Dragon. She definitely shouldn’t have engaged the enemy in her best area. She needed to return to her strengths.

Tassera muttered a spell and raised her claw towards the Green Dragon, casting the Monster Immobilization Technique.

The Green Dragon was not so easily controlled. The spell didn’t work on her, but it certainly gave her a fright.

"You’re a young dragon, how do you know the Monster Immobilization Technique?" Cecilia exclaimed in shock.

"I know a lot of things," Tassera sneered coldly, as she, being a Storage Dragon, had mastered many spells over decades.

"However, controlling me won’t be that easy," Cecilia said, although she was actually quite alarmed and not as composed as she appeared.

"If you can’t calm down then dance for me," targeting a True Dragon with control magic wasn’t easy, but Tassera didn’t care about the failure of the Monster Immobilization Technique, and she quickly followed up with the Autumn Dance Technique.

This time the Green Dragon didn’t elude the Autumn Dance Technique. Hit by the spell, she started dancing a ridiculous jig on the spot, falling on her bottom, shaking her head side to side, swinging her forelimbs like a fortune cat, and beating the ground repeatedly with her tail.

The control effect of the Autumn Dance Technique didn’t last long; Cecilia quickly regained control over her body.

"You dance wonderfully," Tassera praised.

"You go too far," Cecilia felt insulted.

The Blue Dragon was nonchalant, talking to herself: "What to do next? I do quite fancy making friends. Blue Dragons like friends, thus, next comes Beast Taming."

She intended to insult the Green Dragon by treating her like a mere beast, hence the use of Beast Taming.

"You started this." It was unbearable, even knowing she was no match for the Blue Dragon, Cecilia bravely raised her claw, patted the Blue Dragon’s head, and even went further, extending her neck to bite the Blue Dragon.

Of course, Tassera wasn’t going to sit and wait for death. She immediately counterattacked, but her slap didn’t even reach the Green Dragon.

The Green Dragon’s limbs and neck were longer than those of other dragons, while the Blue Dragon’s limbs were unremarkable and her neck short and thick. This resulted in Cecilia being able to hit Tassera, but not the other way around.

"Shorty, with your short arms, you can’t reach me," Cecilia declared triumphantly, finally recuperating her field.

Tassera couldn’t take this insult lightly; overheating, she opened her mouth and unleashed her Lightning Breath.

At such a close distance, Cecilia couldn’t dodge the Lightning Breath and was horribly electrocuted. Not wanting to show weakness, she exhaled a cloud of poison fog enveloping the Blue Dragon.

The fight erupted instantly; the Blue Dragon and Green Dragon started battling.

Tassera, being a Storage Dragon, usually preferred using spells over hand-to-hand combat, but she was physically stronger than the lean Green Dragon. Cecilia, weaker, needed to do more to survive; her skills were undoubtedly meant to surpass those of the Blue Dragon. Thus, for a while, the fight between the Blue Dragon and the Green Dragon was deadlock.

Leon, sitting in the Molten Lava Lake, playing with a teenage Magma Land Shark while watching the Blue Dragon and Green Dragon spar, felt a bit heartbroken about his Dome Castle not withstanding the devastation from two dragons, wondering whether he should go over and break it up... He was still only a teenage dragon, large in size but offering no advantage, thus truly incapable of separating the two dragons.

After some thought, he turned into a human form unnoticed and returned to the balcony. He wasn’t worried about the dragons fighting, but it wouldn’t be good if it turned lethal; he would have to intervene if things went that far.

In the end, Tassera was stronger; the Blue Dragon overpowered the Green Dragon, pinning her down immobilized. Luckily, she restrained her force; the Green Dragon was still breathing.

Tassera spotted Leon and waved, morphing into her human form, dressed in a flowing black dress, enchantingly graceful.

The Green Dragon also transformed into her human form, with short hair and a tall, slender figure—though lacking breasts, her long legs were merciless.

"Call me sister," Tassera demanded.

Pressed by circumstances, Cecilia finally squeezed out the words with great difficulty: "Sister."

Tassera burst into laughter, her ample chest heaving to the rhythm.

Cecilia gritted her teeth in resentment, glancing at Leon, thinking to herself that it wasn’t yet decided who would have the last laugh—today a grudge had been formed.

"May I speak now?" Leon glanced around, seeing the place in shambles.

"Go ahead," Tassera poised elegantly, propping up her leg, "What kept you away so long?"