Chapter 330: Chapter 285: The Strange and Impatient Golden Dragon

Burning Steel Castle, Fourth Layer.

In the brilliant afternoon sunlight, the Red Iron Dragon quietly stood at the rough and sturdy edge of the lookout post.

He slightly bowed his head, gazing down at Dragon Valley below, a wide training ground marked by claw scratches and blackened imprints.

There, a battle of unequal strength was unfolding.

The enormous and icy body of the White Dragon Trish pressed the two young dragons into submission with her absolute power, despite them being significantly larger than during their juvenile phase.

The completely black Seraphina and the green-scaled Ludwig.

An intense training challenge was underway, watched by the Red Iron Dragon.

In the training ground, energy surged and dragon shadows danced.

Sharp, icy wind howled and sliced through the air, lifting frost in waves.

Toxic magic vines burst from the earth like living creatures, radiating a corrosive green light as they dragged and tore.

An invisible Weakness Curse, like a persistent parasite, tried to erode the White Dragon’s will and defense.

And there was the primal, direct dragon combat—gleaming claws viciously tore, and massive bodies covered in thick scale armor collided with giant strength, producing a tooth-grinding metallic scrape and a heavy thud.

Various attacking techniques emerged continuously, bombarding the immovable pale figure like a storm.

However.

This seemingly fierce assault didn’t last long.

The White Dragon Trish let out a roar filled with power, using her age advantage and the resulting enormous size and power gap to push through the Black Dragon’s curse and the Green Dragon’s poisonous vine entanglement.

Her giant claws coated in thick frost swung out like siege hammers, tearing through the young dragons’ seemingly tight defenses with unmatched brute force.

Finally.

With a thunderous crash, she pinned Ludwig, the Green Dragon’s neck with one giant claw and subdued the Black Dragon Seraphina’s back with the other, like a mountain.

The immense power, accompanied by biting cold from her claws that could freeze steel, quickly eroded the young dragons’ muscles and joints, pinning them like specimens nailed to the cold, hard ground, unable to move.

"Green-skinned brat and black-scaled brat."

The White Dragon Trish raised her head high, filled with the joy of victory, her gaze looking down at the two thoroughly subdued "little creatures," her voice loud and mocking.

"Too weak, you are pathetically weak, even after experiencing the cleansing of Dragon Sleep, entering the juvenile dragon stage, gaining more power, yet your pitiful assault still can’t make me—the noble Pale Wings—shed even a single insignificant drop of blood."

The green dragon Ludwig and black dragon Seraphina were no longer the small hatchlings of yesteryear.

After enduring years of transformative Dragon Sleep, their ages now surpassed sixteen, officially entering a stage of life more vibrant and strength significantly growing, their bodies larger by several circles than before sleep.

Unfortunately.

In front of the mature, and reasonably talented White Dragon Trish, their growth seemed insignificant, unable to bridge the gap.

As for the other two young dragons in the tribe.

Blue Dragon Heryam and Red Dragon Kahill, these two older and slightly stronger juvenile dragons, had just entered their crucial power accumulation Dragon Sleep phase.

Next time they awaken from their profound Dragon Sleep, their life level will experience a leap... likely advancing to stronger and larger adolescent dragons. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

The White Dragon Trish enjoyed the feeling of thoroughly overpowering her opponents.

With a mischievous sense, she pressed her frost-covered giant claws onto the immobilized black and green dragons, deliberately grinding.

Until she felt no trace of resistance from below, nor heard the angry roars of the young dragons, only heavy and suppressed breathing... she finally let go of the imprisoned claws, satisfied.

Freed from the unbearable pressure, the chest of the young green dragon and black dragon heaved violently like bellows, greedily breathing the thin and cold air.

They struggled, slowly climbing up from the icy ground.

Their appearance was shocking.

Dragon scales shattered and curled over large areas, like metal tiles ravaged by hail, tendrils of hot dragon blood continuously oozed from wounds, staining the cold ground with dark red imprints; the once splendid scales were covered in filthy mud, rubble, and dust from the training ground, looking very disheveled.

However, contrasting this disheveled outer appearance was their demeanor at the moment.

Unexpected calm.

Despite suffering total defeat and the unbridled humiliation from the White Dragon, they did not lose their minds, roar in anger... instead, in their gaze, there existed a restraint and endurance far beyond typical juvenile dragon maturity.

The reason... is quite simple.

Similar scenes during past training... had already occurred countless times.

Being repeatedly crushed, endlessly insulted...

As a naturally patient and deep-thinking Black Dragon, and a more cunning and shrewd Green Dragon... through numerous painful trials, they had learned to forcibly suppress, deeply bury the boiling anger and intense humiliation within their hearts.