In the desolate desert, where there was no water and the heat was enough to boil a person alive,
a lone youth stood beneath the blistering sun.
His long golden hair fluttered in the scorching wind, and his eyes were as deep and boundless as the ocean’s waves.
In his hand, he held a black haze in the shape of a sword, his gaze steady and unyielding.
With the searing air tearing around him, he swung the sword straight through the heat.
Each swing made the hot air flicker and rustle.
Sweat poured down his forehead. He quickly took off his shirt, letting the heat escape from his body, then resumed swinging: calm, steadfast.
It was just a simple swing.
But he did it countless times.
From ten... to hundreds... to thousands...
"One million."
His swing turned into a blur, and a terrifying gust of wind burst forth, knocking everything in its path away.
He wiped the cold sweat from his brow, ready to resume.
But just then, the sands suddenly parted, and from beneath them, a giant dragon emerged.
Cradled in one of its claws, a baby dragon giggled with joy.
The youth didn’t stop. Not a flinch crossed his face, even as the massive dragon landed with a thunderous bang.
"Human, you are quite interesting," the dragon rumbled.
"You’re more interesting than me," Eryke replied with a light chuckle.
That’s right, this youth was none other than Eryke himself.
"Haha! Not as interesting as you, I must say."
The dragon smirked, then gazed off into the distance, thoughtful and silent, as if contemplating something deep.
After a long pause, it finally spoke:
"Do you wish to learn the art of the Dragons, human?"
"The art of the Dragons?" Eryke raised a brow.
"If you’re the one teaching me, then I’ll learn it with all my heart."
"Haha, good! Very good. If you manage to learn it, then I will truly be impressed."
With that, the dragon wriggled in the air, as if shaking off a laugh.
"I will only show you once—so pay attention."
The dragon drew in a deep breath. His vertical pupils narrowed with intensity as he stared straight ahead. His voice, calm and steady, carried the weight of ancient wisdom:
"Gather the strength of the body. Use every ounce of it in a single point."
Slowly but surely, the dragon’s massive body began to glow. Then, all that light dimmed, converging, drawing inward, until it was gathered entirely in his stomach.
With a swift motion, the dragon opened his jaws.
A beam of concentrated energy erupted forth, tearing across the desert and vanishing into the horizon.
Moments later, a deafening boom echoed across the land, like the roar of a nuclear explosion.
"Did you understand it?" the dragon asked.
Eryke’s brow twitched. He silently sheathed his sword—then began swinging it again.
"Eh? You didn’t understand?"
"Lead the way," Eryke replied flatly, then glanced at the baby dragon. "Why is this little thing still here?"
"It seems he likes you... and wants to stay by your side."
"...But I don’t."
"Don’t be so cold. I’m giving you my precious gem," the dragon said with a grin.
He gently handed the baby dragon to Eryke, and the little creature slithered around him, eventually nestling behind his back.
Eryke didn’t react. Shirtless under the blazing sun, his well-defined muscles glistened in the heat, unmoving and resolute.
"Show me the way," he said.
"Are you going to swing that sword all the way there?" the dragon asked with mild amusement.
Eryke didn’t even blink. "Why wouldn’t I?" freēwebnovel.com
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