Although primal energy belonged to the beast men, Leon still intended to learn it.
His plan was the same one he used when he learned the dragons' speciality—he would create an art for it.
He had formed the Primordial Dragon Art from Elizabeth's black dragon art with help from his Extreme Art, but this time he didn't feel he needed an existing framework.
A clean slate and a real fight would be enough. Sparring with Malachi while his Extreme Art studied every detail? That was more than enough.
Originus broke into his thoughts.
'Then why not spar with the princess?'
Leon pushed the primordial dragon out of his mind and focused on Malachi instead.
"Come at me."
Malachi didn't hesitate. Primal energy surged through his body, boosting his speed until he blurred across the hall.
But to Leon, it moved like a slow ripple in water. He raised a hand almost lazily, and his right fist dug into Malachi's gut.
