"Is there something that I don't know about?"
Drayken was truly too confused!
"Sigh." A sigh echoed in the surrounding; this was done by none other than the Dragon King himself.
"Very well, you may proceed with the match, and if you are able to beat all of them," the Dragon King paused, hesitation on his face as he spoke: "I will allow you any reward that you wish upon."
Drayken immediately agreed despite the doubts in his heart:
"Thank you for your magnanimous reward, Dragon King," he uttered while feeling a cringe in his heart.
Then the Dragon King went up to the sky and vanished from the place.
Drayken turned sideways to look at the fallen woman on the ground; her serious expression gradually melted into coldness.
As he walked up to her, she slightly curled her toes and muttered in a weak voice:
"What do you want?"
"Hmm?" Drayken didn't reply. He extended his hand towards her, and Synthia closed her eyes in nervousness.
But she didn't feel anything, so she slowly opened her eyes in confusion, only to see the bright, smiling face of Drayken:
"It's fine, there is no need to worry at all. I won't tickle you anymore."
Seeing the bright, sunny face of Drayken, Synthia just remained in place for a moment, not knowing how to react before she took a deep breath and calmed her thoughts.
"Thank... thanks."
"Come on, cheer up," he gave her a thumbs up. "Or should I tickle you again?"
"No." Synthia backed away instinctively with a pale expression.
"Haha."
Drayken tilted his head towards the sky and laughed it off. Synthia pouted and took his hand to stand up.
"Thank you."
She replied before scurrying off the stage, leaving Drayken there with a chuckle. It was always cute to see a frosty woman having such a moment in life.
Once you remove the guise of arrogance, then you will see the true world in all its glory.
The dragon people felt a little estranged in their hearts, and their hearts wavered for a few moments.
"Although he was a worm before, he already has the bloodline of our race."
"Not to mention, he also has the power of lightning..."
At this moment, the eyes of many dragon people started to change towards Drayken. It was like a domino effect, and for some, they were still stubborn.
But nevertheless, Drayken's reputation among the Dragons had increased by a lot—and I mean a lot!
The third match commenced, and this time, there was also a slim girl wearing a red devil's mark with two protruding horns. The mask was very similar to a Yaksha Mask.
And the horns from the mask matched the outline of the girl's own horns.
It was strange to see, nevertheless!
"This here is the princess of the Yaksha Clan, from the blood dragons, Yukia," the old man in a tuxedo introduced, and his figure vanished.
The match started off, and Drayken quickly ran towards her, his speed fast and brutal.
Even before Yukia could react, he reached her and punched with all his strength.
Silence! freeωebnovēl.c૦m
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