"If you can defeat him, I will open my treasure vault and let you choose three items," said the blazing angel Arudiba, who was perched atop the arena, trying to tempt the young feathered dragon with treasures, knowing it was a foolproof strategy.
"Anything I want?" The young feathered dragon was intrigued and looked up to ask. The thirty-eight-winged feathered dragon wasn't particularly interested in fighting but wouldn't shy away from it either.
"Of course, but only if you can beat him!" Arudiba pointed at Muria. Understanding the strength of the detested dragon, he had the "privilege" of fighting a feathered dragon in heaven before.
"No problem!" The thirty-eight-winged feathered dragon transformed into a white streak and entered the ring. As soon as it did, chains of laws appeared from the sky, embedding into its body, suppressing its power and its near-light speed.
"It even suppresses my strength," the young feathered dragon grumbled, slightly displeased as it hated restraints.
The thirty-eight-winged feathered dragon had an unpredictable and ever-changing personality. It loved wandering, had no permanent home, preferred to be alone, and never stayed in one place for too long. It yearned for freedom and enjoyed traveling through different worlds.
"So fast!" Muria looked at the feathered dragon with a serious expression. When speed reaches an extreme, it equals invincibility; no attack can hit them, and they can't even be pursued.
"Bang!" The battle had just begun when a loud collision sound was heard. Muria, who had already picked up his nebula chains, watched curiously as the feathered dragon, clutching its head and rolling around in tears, seemed to be in pain on the clean and tidy arena.
Muria saw everything clearly. After entering the ring, the feathered dragon attempted to traverse space—a natural ability for it, as natural as breathing is to humans.
But since the space had been reinforced by both the blazing angel and the dragon king, it couldn't break through without matching their power. So, it was like an ordinary person hitting an iron wall without any preparation.
"It hurts! It hurts!" The feathered dragon pitifully rolled on the ring for a while before slowly flying up. During this time, Muria didn't attack once. He wasn't just aiming for victory; he also wanted to win convincingly.
"Ready?" Muria asked with a smile, the nebula chains in his hand itching to move. The chains and the sun-chasing spear were made precisely for enemies with such speed that even Muria's vision and mental power couldn't catch them.
"Chirp!" The feathered dragon let out a strange cry, sounding nothing like the deep roar of a giant dragon, but rather like the ethereal call of a bird.
Then, its body transformed into a white streak and shot towards Muria. Since Muria's eyes couldn't keep up with its speed, the feathered dragon appeared as a ball of white light to him.
The young detested dragon was reckless, using its body as a weapon to crash into Muria. The speed was so fast that Muria couldn't defend in time, hitting him directly and smashing him into the ring's edge light wall.
"Cough!" Muria instantly suffered dual damage, spitting out golden blood as his internal organs were shaken. No matter how much they were strengthened, they couldn't compare to his muscles and bones.
Although the feathered dragon's body matched its speed, such a collision didn't leave it unscathed either. To it, Muria was too tough, and at this stage, it couldn't tear through Muria's armor.
"Dammit!" A single collision caused Muria more damage than all previous attacks combined. How could Muria endure this? He grabbed one of the feathered dragon's wings by its ear and wrapped the nebula chains around its body, then drew the sun-chasing spear and stabbed it.
Like a needle piercing tough leather, Muria felt tremendous resistance, only stabbing a short distance. The toughness of the dragon's body was beyond imagination.
The pain of being pierced made the feathered dragon scream sharply, opening its bird-like beak and biting Muria's arm holding the spear, slamming it down hard.
Muria's massive body was swung up and smashed into the ring, scattering fine white stones. He created a giant pit with a radius of three hundred meters. But as the feathered dragon let out a triumphant cry, Muria yanked the nebula chains wrapped around his arm, pulling the dragon down to the ring with him.
Roar! After the feathered dragon fell, Muria transformed into his dragon form, letting out a roar, and charged forward, engaging in the most direct and primitive dragon combat—bloody and brutal, filled with a violent beauty.
Pure white feathers flew, resembling a snowstorm, but Muria was also bloodied by the feathered dragon, staining the ground with hot dragon blood, making the scene exceptionally brutal.
The two giant beasts fought fiercely on the ring, causing the small floating land-like arena to tremble constantly, with cracks appearing and healing. In a small material world, this would be an apocalyptic disaster. Earthquakes, thunderstorms, hurricanes, and sky fires would merely be the embellishments of their battle. The energy waves from each collision could cause a city-destroying catastrophe.
Compared to the feathered dragon, Muria's body, lacking a long tail and being only over a hundred meters, was at a disadvantage. But fortunately, although the feathered dragon made Muria spit blood multiple times, it couldn't break through Muria's armor defense, which frustrated the feathered dragon immensely.
"I give up, stop fighting, let go of my wing!"
The fresh and refreshing scent after the rain filled Muria's nostrils, a smell from the feathered dragon, very pleasant. Hearing the dragon's words, Muria paused, then slowly released his bite on the wing, leaving clear dragon teeth marks with blood on it.
"You surrender just like that?" Muria asked in surprise.
"Yes, fighting you is too frustrating, so I quit." As a dragon that loves flying, being chained and dragged into close combat by another dragon was something it loathed deeply.
The arena was too friendly to it, with its "narrow" space offering no room to utilize its speed. There were too many restrictions; it disliked it very much.
"Alright, we'll fight again when we get the chance!" The feathered dragon was displeased, but Muria was thrilled. It had been so long since he met a dragon that could rival him in close combat, naturally making him eager for more.
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