891 The Dragon Admiral
~BOOOOOOOOOOOOMMM!!!~
Almost as soon as the fight began… it ended, much to the amazent of everyone who watched.
The Storm Dragon Squad had used the best fighters in its arsenal, and all five of the Dragon General started off with their best moves. However, all of it was rendered useless by a single Skill from one of the opposing side's mbers.
O'jog… and his [Perfect Protection] Skill.
In the end, none of their attacks reached him nor his allies—D'aru and L'ester—who pretty much watched the fight and did nothing throughout.
Upon stopping their attacks, he made a counter with another Skill.
[Perfect Expansion]
With this Skill, he caused spontaneous combustion on all five Storm Squad representatives, which created the massive explosion that rang throughout the stage. There was no doubt in anyone's mind after watching all of that—the defense and offense of the one called the Strongest Dragon of his generation.
Soone like him could not be bound by a regular Class like 'Dragon General', but he had also not been appointed as a Lord yet.
As such, he was known as a Dragon Admiral—one who stood above others of his rank.
~FSHUUUUU~
As the smoke parted and the bruised bodies of the fallen contestants ca into view, the Host had no choice but to make the verdict that everyone already knew from the start.
"The Frost Dragon Squad wins the first round!"
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"The Frost Dragon Squad wins the third round!"
Just as with the first and second, the third round was easily won by O'jog within the first few seconds of the match. There was no contest whatsoever, which made the fight—if one could even call it that—end extrely quickly.
At this point, even the audience had gone from shocked to slightly disappointed.
It wasn't a fun exhibition anymore, but a one-sided show that involved O'jog flexing on his opponents in the swiftest way possible.
Not even his teammates had room to fight, since he always ended things quickly.
"Don't you think you went a little too far, O'jog?" D'aru chuckled, his dark hair dancing in the air as he wrapped his arm around his comrade. "I an, if you keep defeating them like this, it isn't much of an Exhibition, wouldn't you say?"
His white hair danced atop his head as his blue eyes were simply fixated on the next hallway as he waited for the next contestant.
"Co on, man! At least leave so for your teammates." Daru was groaning at this point. "I'm bored out of my mind!"
Still nothing.
"Co on, back up here L'ester! Shouldn't he be more considerate?"
The calr Dragon General, and also the third mber of the team, looked at his other two teammates with an expressionless facade. He had been silent for a while now, but after D'aru brought him into it, he sighed and let out his thoughts.
"D'aru isn't wrong. At this rate, the true purpose of the Exhibition will be defeated and nothing will change in the status quo."
The annual Exhibition was to see if the Dragon Squads had improved in so ways, and if so—to what extent. By analyzing these things in battle, an appropriate hierarchy would be drawn and that would be the status quo until the subsequent year.
However, with O'jog's thod, there would be no way to fairly judge the performance of the participants.
After all, they all lost in similar ways.
"The status quo within the Squads has been unbalanced for a while now due to all of the incidents that have happened this year…" L'ester added.
He was, of course, referring to things like the Dark Dragon Lord's demise, and the elimination of key mbers of his Squad. The lost war in the Southern Continent was also sothing to consider, and the much recent victory that the humans secured in the Western Continent added fuel to the flas.
Due to all of these losses, the Dragon Empire had to withdraw all their forces from the battlefield and go through restructuring.
"Analyzing today's fight and creating an appropriate hierarchy as a result is an essential part of the process to—"
"I don't care about any of that." O'jog responded honestly.
His unflinching gaze showed that he truly ant what he said. Those words would have shocked his colleagues if not for the fact that they knew the kind of person he was.
O'jog was a Dragon that did whatever he wanted.
Not even the Dragon Lords could chain him down, though the Frost Dragon Lord had so hold on him for a reason no one knew about.
Due to his undeniable strength and imnse growth… no one complained about his attitude.
He was simply THAT powerful.
"Welp… I tried speaking my mind." D'aru raised his hands in surrender, plopping to the ground in order to make himself comfortable. Since he wasn't going to be fighting for the rest of the match, he thought it was only appropriate to retire early.
"What are you doing, D'aru? The Dragon Emperor is watching." L'ester sighed, shaking his head.
He remained standing, unlike D'aru.
"Shut up! Think I don't know that?" He grumbled. "I an him no disrespect by resting up when just one of us is enough to decimate the competition."
And with that, he lay his back on the ground and closed his eyes—completely intent on being lackadaisical.
"O'jog, you're really going to let him do that?" L'ester asked, but was once again t with indifference from the one he spoke to.
The white-haired Admiral didn't seem to care what those two were up to.
He had his own agenda in mind.
'I don't care about hierarchy or order anymore…' O'jog's thoughts flowed as he raised his gaze and looked at the floating throne high above the arena. A broad smile ford on his face at that mont, revealing sothing pure, as well as dangerous, hidden within his crystal blue eyes.
'I simply want to shove it up that old man's ass and show him what his bastard son can do.'
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[A/N]
Thanks for reading!
I'm sure there's no surprise on your part as the reader, since his Status Window showed him as one of the Royal Species. Either way… it is what it is.
It'll soon be Rey's turn to face this monster.
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