Evolving by devouring from a young dragon

"Hehe." Leon chuckled softly.

He immediately raised his left hand, and the aura of spatial magic surged out from his body, causing silver-white cracks to spread in the air and tear a rift in front of him.

He drew a short knife from it.

The blade is jet black, with dark red patterns engraved on the edge.

"Do you think I wasn't prepared?"

Leon gripped his dagger tightly, his figure vanishing from the spot. The next second, the blade pierced Alduin's chest.

Alduin sidestepped, but Leon still managed to get the kill; the blade grazed the scales and actually sliced ​​them open.

Oduin, in pain, retreated rapidly, his expression turning serious.

His dragon scales are incredibly hard alloy dragon scales, combining the hardness and strength of alloys with the toughness and resilience of horny dragon scales. Ordinary attacks simply cannot penetrate his defenses.

But the knife sliced ​​through his scales with ease.

What alarmed Auduin even more was that when he looked down at his wound, the scales showed no signs of healing on their own, and the healing speed had slowed down considerably, far from what it used to be.

His defensive capabilities were directly weakened by that one strike.

"Your knife..." Alduin looked up at Leon, his expression uncertain.

"It was prepared especially for you."

Leon held the dagger horizontally in front of him, the dark red patterns on the blade glowing slightly. "I got it from those humans. It was tempered with silver dragon blood and sharpened with adamantite dragon scales. I also added a bit of the power of the Rock Rift Emblem, specifically to break through your defenses and enable self-healing."

Auduin's heart sank.

Humans naturally dare not easily provoke adult metal dragons; they simply hate the five-colored dragons. Even legendary five-colored dragons will be hunted down if they invade their territory.

However, dragons have long lifespans, and it is not uncommon for the remains of dragons that die of old age and are buried deep in the mountains or the scales, claws and blood left behind by ancient dragons to retain their divinity even after thousands of years. They are often discovered and circulated by adventurers.

Silver dragons and adamantite dragons both belong to the metal dragon lineage.

Silver dragons are naturally endowed with an extremely strong affinity for ice magic. Their blood contains a chilling aura, which, when used to temper blades, can freeze wounds, making them difficult to heal and significantly slowing down the healing process.

The scales of the adamantine dragon are naturally sharp as blades and incredibly hard, making them exceptionally effective at piercing armor when crafted into weapons, rendering ordinary armor useless.

"How does it feel? Not good, is it?" Leon said, raising an eyebrow as he held his dagger horizontally in front of him.

Auduin did not respond.

He looked down at the wound on his chest, where dark golden blood was still seeping out, and the healing process was as slow as if it were frozen.

The chill of the silver dragon's blood condensed into a thin layer of frost at the edge of the wound; the adamantine dragon's armor-piercing power allowed the blade to easily slice through his scales, while the power of the Rock-Splitter Emblem...

The residual grayish-red magic enhanced the blade's armor-piercing ability; otherwise, the adamantite dragon's scales alone would not have been enough to damage his metallic dragon scales.

Leon really put in a lot of effort to deal with him, employing a three-pronged approach.

"Where did you get the power of the Rockbreaker Emblem?" Alduin asked in a deep voice.

With the Lion King dead and the Rock Shard in the hands of the Wolf King, Leon should have no way of possessing it.

"When the Lion King was alive," Leon said, holding his sword horizontally before him, the dark red patterns on the blade flickering with his breath.

"He once borrowed the power of my Rock-Splitting Emblem and ordered me to go to the desolate Mausoleum Mountain to retrieve the Desolate Mound Emblem, but knowing that would be suicide, I secretly kept it and it has not been exhausted to this day."

Auduin said no more.

He raised his right claw, and the Wilderness Emblem on his palm shone brightly. Black lines spread from the emblem to his entire arm, and the power of slumber condensed into a thin gray-white film, covering the wound on his chest.

The membrane resisted the frost of the Silver Dragon's Blood on one hand, and countered the residual magic of the Cracked Rock Emblem on the other.

Although the bleeding from the wound stopped, it still could not heal.

Leon looked at the thin, grayish-white film and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"You won't last long."

"Killing you is enough."

Alduin flapped his dragon wings, his figure transforming into a dark golden afterimage as he charged toward Leon.

Leon snorted coldly, and a layer of yellow magic shield instantly appeared around his body.

Alduin remained expressionless. He knew very well that against Leon, most magical attacks would be interfered with and blocked by spatial forces. Only the claws were the most direct way to kill him.

He reached out his dragon claws and grabbed at Leon's shoulder.

Leon hastily retreated, simultaneously sweeping his short sword horizontally, the blade slicing across Alduin's right forepaw.

The scales split open, and dark golden blood splattered out.

Instead of retreating, Auduin advanced, using the momentum of his charge to suddenly extend his left claw and firmly grip Leon's right wrist.

Leon's expression changed drastically.

His spatial magic required the use of both hands to guide it, but at this moment, his left hand was holding a knife while his right hand was firmly held by Alduin, making it impossible for him to break free.

Alduin suddenly pulled him in front of him, and the dragon's head slammed into Leon's face.

The dragon horn pierced straight into his right eye socket, and dark red blood gushed out instantly.

Leon screamed in pain, his right hand unable to loosen its grip on the hilt of the knife, while his left hand pressed down on Alduin's chest. A spatial rift opened in his palm, tearing off a piece of Alduin's chest scale.

Auduin retreated, and Leon also staggered back.

The two men faced off five meters apart.

Auduin suffered another wound to his chest, and dark golden blood slid down his abdomen.

Leon's right eye was tightly closed, and blood kept gushing from his eye socket, dripping down his cheek.

The next moment, Leon formed a hand seal, and the aura of spatial magic surged out, with silver-white cracks spreading wildly in the air.

"Now, what are you going to do with me?"

Auduin did not answer.

He retrieved the Rock Emblem from the spatial rift, and a yellowish-brown light shone from the palm of his left claw. The power of defense covered his entire body, and a yellowish-brown halo appeared on his scales.

He then activated the Wilderness Emblem, and black lines spread from his right arm to his chest.

With both insignia activated simultaneously, the power of slumber and the power of defense clashed and interfered with each other within his body, causing his movements to be half a beat slower than usual.

Leon seized the fleeting moment and vanished instantly.

The next moment, the blade pierced Alduin's waist and abdomen from the side.

The defensive barrier of the Rock Emblem blocked the attack; the blade only penetrated half an inch before it could go any deeper.

Leon frowned, loosened his grip on the knife, and placed his left hand on Alduin's chest. A spatial rift opened in his palm, tearing off a large piece of scale, from which dark golden blood gushed out.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Blue charged in from the side, swung his right arm, and punched Leon hard in the back.

Leon was sent flying, rolling twice on the ground before spitting out a mouthful of dark red blood.

The dagger was still stuck in Alduin's waist.

Auduin drew his dagger, curled it up with his tail, and examined it carefully for a moment.

The dark red patterns on the blade seemed to be alive, constantly pulsating.

He sheathed his short sword in the spatial rift, looked down at the wound on his side. A large piece of scale had been torn off, exposing fresh, tender flesh. The frost of the silver dragon blood and the residual magic of the Cracked Rock Emblem intertwined and entangled, suppressing the self-healing ability of the dragon bloodline.

But now, without his sword, Leon was like a lion with a broken claw, no longer a threat.

Auduin looked at the injured Leon in front of him and revealed a cruel smile.