A Dragon against the Whole World

Under the gradually deepening night, as the Red Iron Dragon tossed, the entire supergravity field constantly echoed with a deep rumble.

While Galos focused on his training, the gaze of the Red Silver Dragon slid inch by inch over the rise and fall, the bulging muscles, a physique as robust as if cast from steel. The scales on her body again tingled with a feeling of itchiness and numbness, her tail unconsciously tensed slightly.

"So hot."

The Red Silver Dragon inexplicably felt somewhat restless, her gaze nearly glued to Galos.

"I’m dying, I’m dying."

The Elf Dragon appeared before the Red Silver Dragon, blocking her view, interrupting her wild thoughts.

"I think I’m dying, save me."

The Elf Dragon said mournfully.

The Red Silver Dragon caught hold of her, swiftly twisted her skewed head back to the right position, then waved her claw: "Don’t block my view, mmm... I’m watching how Galos is training."

She touched her own head and neck.

Elf Dragon Vera showed a lingering fear expression.

"Galos’ head really won’t come off, huh?" Looking again at the Red Iron Dragon focused on training, with bold and resilient movements, Vera felt even more amazed.

Time gradually passed.

Elf Dragon and Red Silver Dragon didn’t disturb Galos, quietly watching him train.

When Galos briefly ended his training, Red Silver Dragon Deborah gracefully stepped into the supergravity field, then said curiously and expectantly: "Galos, your training seems interesting, could you teach me?"

"You want to learn?"

Galos exhaled a scorching breath, shook his neck.

"I want to try it out."

"It’s just from Vera’s performance earlier, it seems easy to accidentally twist your neck, so I think I need your guidance."

Under the triple gravity field, Galos’ neck exercise wasn’t something an ordinary dragon could achieve.

However, with the physique of a mixed-blood Metal Dragon, once skilled, it wouldn’t be a big problem.

"Alright, I’ll teach you."

Galos nodded, signaling the Red Silver Dragon to move in front of him.

"Flip over, use your head against the ground.

"At first, you can let your back touch the ground, then try only using the neck muscles to power up, supporting yourself with your body."

Galos instructed.

"Okay."

The Red Silver Dragon began to try.

Next, under the gentle touch of night, Galos watched the Red Silver Dragon elegantly flip on the spot, and the elongated neck, covered with red silver scales, drew a smooth curve.

Her movements were light, carrying a natural sense of rhythm, completely distinct from his earlier heavy steel tempering style.

At this moment, her massive head also followed Galos’ example, trying to press the beautiful back of her head, covered with icy scales, onto the metal glistening ground.

"Thud."

A sound far gentler than the noise Galos made.

Deborah’s body remained largely on the ground, only her head and neck striving to find that support point.

She tried, like Galos, using only neck strength to lift her body from the ground.

The Red Silver Dragon’s exquisite scales slightly trembled under the supergravity field, the graceful muscle lines on her neck side tensed, showing she was exerting considerable effort.

But each time she lifted, she couldn’t sustain herself from the ground.

The heaviness felt like an invisible chain binding her firmly to the ground.

Galos focused intensely on Deborah’s minute struggles, observing her somewhat improper motions.

Then, the Red Iron Dragon stepped forward silently, his sturdily scaled forelimbs lifted.

His massive claw, like a siege hammer, carrying hot breath, still retaining the lingering warmth from intense exercise, gently yet indisputably landed on the most flexible and smooth scales at the connection of the Silver Dragon’s neck and shoulder.

Buzz! Deborah’s body suddenly stiffened.

The temperature from Galos’ paw heart transmitted through her scales, astonishingly hot, forming a peculiar contrast with the cold hard metallic texture of his claw tips.

That powerful, absolutely dominant force.

Seemingly lightly draping over, yet like pressing an entire furnace onto the most fragile and sensitive side of her neck.

The dragon claw seemed it could, with just a squeeze, grip her slender neck tight, causing her to feel suffocated.

The weak spot being so closely pressed, the Red Silver Dragon instinctively wanted to struggle and move away.

"Don’t move."

Galos’ deep voice seemed to explode next to her ear, carrying the Dragon Race’s unique chest-rumbling thunderous sensation, directly penetrating the dull air brought by the supergravity field.

"Relax, feel the power of your muscles, your strength is dispersed."

His giant claw slightly pressed down, with an irresistible guide, causing the Red Silver Dragon to have no thought of struggling, calmly submitting.

Deborah felt that scorching force start to wander.

It moved downward, backward, following the muscular pathways along her elongated neck sides applying steady pressure.

The hard edge of the Red Iron Dragon’s claw tip, like the heaviest disciplining whip, with absolute control, glided over her tense muscles, as if combing, shaping.

And as the dragon claw slid over.

The Red Silver Dragon felt her whole body tingling as if electrified, even her stiff scales seemed somewhat softened.

"Here."

Galos’ claw tip paused at the position near the root of her head, covered with relatively heavy dragon bone plates, yet muscles were notably critical.

"Try to condense your strength, focus your spirit here, imagine your neck is a steel cable yearning to break through the earth, all the power coalesces at this point, push upwards!"