Chapter 173: I’ve Beaten Up The Crown Prince? The Overlord of The Skies
Sharp, savage-looking dragon horns!
Dragon scales that dazzled gold!
Imposing, razor-sharp dragon claws!
Surging, churning dragon might!
Loud, clear, and sonorous dragon roars!
Every one of them was indicative of that enormous creature’s true identity!
Yes, that’s right!
The terrifying creature currently suspended high up in the sky and releasing dragon might at will was none other than the existence standing at the apex of the continent’s pyramid of lifeforms and the one known as the Overlord of The Skies—the king of all dragons, the Golden Colossal Dragon!
Roar!
The Golden Colossal Dragon roared into the sky. Its 100-meters-long body was incredibly massive. Its muscles were powerful and brimmed with great strength, while its claws were incomparably sharp...
It was powerful, handsome, a combination of dominance and beauty, and a coexistence of power and aesthetics!
“So, that’s the Golden Colossal Dragon?” Meng Lei muttered to himself, “It really looks very handsome. If I had a mount like that, I’d definitely look very cool riding it...”
“A mount?” Ol’ Amos snorted. “You sure dream big! If someone else had overheard you, you’d be a goner for sure!”
“That’s true. This is the Dragon God Empire, after all.” Meng Lei gave a patronizing response, and then he asked, “Ol’ President, that guy shouldn’t be as strong as you, right? Why is his dragon form so much bigger than yours?”
“What’s so astonishing about that? When an ordinary Colossal Dragon comes of age, their bodies can reach as long as 20 to 30 meters. And when one crosses over into Saint Domain, their size also doubles to 50 to 60 meters.” Ol’ Amos explained, “As the king of all dragons, the Golden Colossal Dragon is twice the size of ordinary Colossal Dragons. That guy is also a Saint Domain, so isn’t it very normal for him to be bigger in size than me?”
“No wonder.” Meng Lei nodded slightly. Then, he licked his lips and added, “But for its size, it sure has pretty average abilities. If it weren’t for the fact that I’m in the Dragon God Empire now, I would have slain it!”
“Slain it?” Ol’ Amos, who got a huge fright, barked fiercely, “You treasonous little rascal! Even if you have a death wish, don’t you dare implicate me! What kind of brave dragon slayer nonsense are you saying? Do you have a death wish!?”
“Hehe, well, that was just a casual mention, wasn’t it?”
Meng Lei gave a sheepish laugh.
“Kid, that’s too dangerous a thought to have.” Ol’ Amos took a deep breath and said, “Listen up, you’d best not harbor thoughts like that ever again in the future. Otherwise, there’ll be no place for you in the Dragon God Empire.”
“Alright.” Meng Lei curled his lip disdainfully as he said, “It’s just a casual remark. Must you be that worked up? I’m not that foolish.”
“Hmph! Even a casual remark is forbidden,” Ol’ Amos replied with a snort.
A chuckling Meng Lei replied, “Don’t worry, I won’t.”
Then, he looked at the massive figure in the sky and asked, “Speaking of which, aren’t Golden Colossal Dragons royalty of the empire? That guy must have a really extraordinary identity, right?”
“Does ‘extraordinary’ even cut it? When it comes to the passing down of bloodlines, pure-blooded Golden Colossal Dragons have always only produced one offspring in every generation.”
Ol’ Amos shook his head as he went on. “Every emperor only produces one pure-blooded Golden Colossal Dragon offspring at the maximum. Considering how young that fellow is, if I’m not wrong, he’s likely the current emperor’s one and only pure-blooded son.”
“The emperor’s son? That guy is a prince of the empire?”
Meng Lei was shocked. Then, realization dawned upon him, and he remarked, “No wonder those contestants chose to swallow the insult and suffer in silence despite having their magic core stolen. So he’s a prince.”
“What, are you scared?” asked a mirthful Ol’ Amos.
“Scared?” Meng Lei licked his lips as he said, “Hehe, I’m so excited that I’m almost climaxing. I can barely stop myself from going forward and beating him up again!”
“The ignorant are the bravest, indeed.” A snorting Ol’ Amos said, “In the Dragon God Empire, only pure-blooded Golden Colossal Dragons can inherit the throne. Do you know what that means?”
“...”
The answer had already occurred to Meng Lei.
“It means that that fellow in front of you right now is going to ascend the throne and become the emperor in the future. In other words, he’s the future master of this empire!” Ol’ Amos had a gloating look all over his face as he said, “But what about you? To think you actually dare to beat up the future emperor! Hehehe...”
“The future emperor? Doesn’t that make him the crown prince, then?” Meng Lei was rendered completely speechless. “The very first Golden Colossal Dragon I encountered in my entire life, and it actually had to be the empire’s crown prince? My luck is seriously like no other...”
“Are you scared yet?”
Ol’ Amos said with a laugh, “I’d advise you to admit defeat like a good sonny and offer up your ass for His Royal Highness to whoop and vent his anger. Perhaps you’ll have a shot at survival if you do that.”
Meng Lei snorted and replied, “Admit defeat? You’re thinking too much.”
Ol’ Amos raised an eyebrow and asked, “What are you intending to do?”
“Since it’s destined that he’s going to have a grudge against me, then I might as well go all the way. That way, I won’t lose out too much.” Meng Lei licked his lips and sneered. “I actually held back just now, you know!”
“Tsk, tsk! You sure are impressive!”
Ol’ Amos burst into laughter.
Roar!
At that point, Barbarossa had finally charged up his attack. He turned into a bolt of golden lightning with a flap of his wings and shot toward Meng Lei!
Winds howled and swirled sand and dust everywhere, while a vast, incredible dragon might pervaded the area!
“Since my debut, I’ve battled all sorts of Magical Beasts, among which there was no lack of Saint Domain Magical Beasts like the Golden-Winged Holy Light Tiger and so on. Even the king of terrestrial battles like the Behemoth has submitted to me. But Colossal Dragons are the only ones that I’ve never fought before.”
Meng Lei slowly rose into the air, his long hair fluttering and his magic robe flapping in the wind. His eyes gleamed brightly as his blood boiled.
“Today, I shall have a taste of the so-called Overlord of The Skies and see if it really deserves its title!”
Whoosh!
Meng Lei also turned into a stream of light that went straight toward Barbarossa.
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“W-what’s he doing?”
“Is he fighting head-on with Prince Barbarossa?”
Everyone was stupefied at the sight of Meng Lei’s actions!
At 100-meters-long and incredibly massive and handsome, the current Barbarossa fully deserved the title of Overlord of The Skies.
But what about Meng Lei?
Standing at barely 1.7-meters-tall, although he had pleasant and attractive features that wealthy older ladies favored, compared to Prince Barbarossa, the difference between the two of them was practically like heaven and earth.
Was he actually intending to fight Barbarossa head-on with that sad-looking body of his?
The Fighting Dragon Academy president’s eyes widened, and he exclaimed, “What’s he doing, Fred?”
“You’re asking me? Who am I supposed to ask, then?”
President Fred was on the edge of breaking down. He really didn’t know what Meng Lei was trying to do.
In his opinion, Meng Lei’s advantages were his magic and his comprehension of the laws of nature. Instead of what he was currently doing, he should have been putting more distance between the two of them and making use of magic to launch long-range attacks on Prince Barbarossa.
What was the difference between him charging forward like a moth flying into the fire and seeking death?
“What exactly is that kid doing?”
To Meng Lei and Prince Barbarossa, the distance of several hundred meters was nothing but a matter of a mere instant. As a thunderous, earth-shattering boom erupted, the human and dragon clashed brazenly against each other.
Boom!
An explosive boom erupted in the heavens and earth, sending soundwaves reverberating everywhere.
Gales wreaked havoc as smoke and dust roiled and billowed!
However, something that left everyone flabbergasted took place the next moment—the two parties involved in the barbaric clash, respectively, retreated at the same time!
Meng Lei retreated 20 to 30 meters to the back while Barbarossa retreated five to six meters away.
At first glance, it seemed like Meng Lei was the one that had lost.
However, on further inspection, one would realize that Meng Lei was completely unscathed. His face was neither red, nor was he out of breath. On the other hand, golden dragon blood was dripping from Barbarossa’s claws, and he had a look of affliction on his face.
“Prince Barbarossa is wounded?”
A furor went through the crowd. Even Frederick the 32nd was taken aback by the turn of events, and a look of surprise surfaced on his visage.
“My beloved subjects, do any of you know that teenager? Which academy is he from?”
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