A Dragon against the Whole World-Chapter 165 - 157: Congratulations on Defeating the King of Iron

Chapter 165: Chapter 157: Congratulations on Defeating the King of Iron

"For the glory of the White Mane!"

The battle cry shattered the silence of the night. With the sudden attack from the two commanders, all the Centaur Warriors drew their weapons and charged at the Iron Dragon and its followers. The battle spears gleamed coldly in the night.

"Despicable creatures, I’ll tear you apart!"

The warriors of the Molten Iron Clan were taken aback for a moment, then they erupted into fury, roaring as they faced the enemy.

The most dangerous of all was the Iron Dragon, simultaneously facing attacks from two Centaur Commanders.

Solrog’s pupils contracted suddenly, becoming thin slits.

Damn it, I was too arrogant, careless enough to be deceived. If it were Galos, he would have seen through these Centaurs’ ruse.

At the critical moment.

The Iron Dragon awkwardly twisted and rolled to the side.

Silver Mane’s sword arc coldly sliced past, grazing the membrane of the dragon’s wings, leaving a ghastly wound, while Ironhoof’s battle spear pierced the dragon’s shoulder, penetrating the hard scales and forming a blood hole deep enough to see the bone.

Both Centaur Commanders were no ordinary foes.

The ambush earlier was just the beginning. They relentlessly unfolded their storm-like ferocious assault, capitalizing on their pre-emptive advantage.

The battle spears attacked from tricky angles like lightning, targeting the joints, eyes, dragon wings, throat, and other vulnerable spots of the Iron Dragon. During its evasion and defense,

Silver Mane’s heavy sword carried overwhelming force, slashing onto it, each strike leaving deep sword marks.

The followers also began fighting the other Centaurs. Not being the main force, they were scattered early by the Centaurs, making it difficult to support the Iron Dragon. Instead, some Centaur Elite launched an attack on the Iron Dragon, throwing hooks or hunting nets to restrict its flight, coordinating with the two commanders for a combined assault.

The most troublesome were the Divine Archers among the Centaurs.

Their arrows could penetrate the Iron Dragon’s scales, burrowing into its flesh, and they were incredibly precise, their mastery of archery causing great trouble for the dragon.

Solrog could feel at least five arrows lodged in its muscles, the paralysis poison on the arrowheads spreading with its blood.

"Young dragon, fall here! You will become my honor!"

Ironhoof laughed broadly.

This Centaur Commander displayed formidable combat skills. Standing four meters tall, his body was astonishingly agile, and every attack precisely aimed the battle spear at the dragon’s eyes or wing membranes.

The anger from being deceived, and the pain spreading through its body.

These sensations nearly drove the Iron Dragon insane, filling it with a desire to kill the two Centaurs here at all costs.

"Be patient, my brother, remember, time is on our side."

At this moment, he recalled Galos’s words.

"Stay calm! Solrog, stay calm! You are not a bloodthirsty beast, you are a noble and wise creature of the Dragon Race!"

Taking a deep breath, the Iron Dragon suppressed the raging fury within, striving to calm itself down.

"I can’t keep fighting; alone I don’t fear a higher-tier Centaur Commander, but now I am besieged, restrained at every turn."

Hardened Body!

The Iron Dragon used a magic-like skill, a layer of dark light flashed across its body, and it stood upright.

Clang!

The battle spear pierced its breastplate, went an inch into its flesh but could not advance further. The heavy sword clashed with its claws, sending sparks flying, while the arrows from the Centaur Archers thudded against its body, causing the dark light on its surface to cave in and crack.

Holding off the attacks from the two commanders and archers, it seized a moment to catch its breath amid their fierce assaults.

The Iron Dragon’s chest swelled as it took a deep breath and then violently exhaled, a brilliant Electric Fire Dragon Breath surging from its mouth, causing the Centaur Commanders to change their expressions slightly, forcing them to dodge.

A few Centaur Elites, caught off guard, were engulfed by the dragon breath, their skins blistering as they tumbled to the ground, wailing in agony.

The hooks and hunting nets were also torn apart by the Iron Dragon.

"Seems like I can fight."

Having regained a bit of the upper hand, the Iron Dragon instinctively thought, "My life force is stronger than theirs; my body can withstand immense damage, and if my attacks hit, I can critically injure them. In the end, it’s uncertain who will win or lose."

Its old habit flared up.

However, this thought only lasted a moment.

The humiliation of being captured by Ogres still fresh in its mind, and the lesson learned from Galos made it realize it shouldn’t engage in a prolonged fight now.

After pushing back the surrounding Centaurs suppressing it, the Iron Dragon beat its dragon wings, ascending into the sky without hesitation, not looking back.

Whoosh!

The battle spear pierced the air, letting out a sharp whistle.

The Iron Dragon tilted to avoid the spear and the rain of arrows behind it, continuing to ascend.

"Cowardly lizard!"

Silver Mane raised his head and howled, taunting, "Leave all your Dragon Race dignity and glory here, and run away with your tail between your legs."

The Iron Dragon’s body hesitated slightly before continuing to ascend without looking back.

Escape?

No.

In Galos’s words, it’s a strategic retreat.

It wasn’t until it ascended to an altitude completely out of the Centaurs’ attack range that the Iron Dragon stopped, circling as it surveyed the small Centaurs below.

Silver Mane and Ironhoof continued their shouting, hurling insults and challenges.

They remembered how the White Dragon fled when outmatched in the past, but after being taunted, re-engaged in battle, leading to the White Mane Clan almost successfully hunting the dragon.

However, what left both feeling uneasy was.

The Iron Dragon in the sky only coldly watched them, not descending, not engaging further.

Inherent traits of the Dragon Race made them prone to early deaths, but such Centaur stereotypes about dragons could lead to backlash.

The Iron Dragon said coldly, "Centaurs, you will pay for deception and betrayal."

Leaving this statement, the Iron Dragon abandoned the camp and followers, flapping its wings, gradually vanishing into the night sky.

"What a pity, we couldn’t kill it."

"Our clan lacks a Mage profession; driving away and expelling dragons is simple, but killing them remains just out of reach."

Ironhoof and Silver Mane looked towards the direction the young dragon had left and said.

Neither took the young dragon’s final threat seriously.

They knew that dragons held grudges and would return for vengeance after growing stronger.

But the Centaurs, by their nature, are nomadic and won’t stay in one place for long. By the time the dragon grows and returns, the Centaurs would be long gone from this place.

"Driving away the Iron Dragon and reclaiming the Gray Magnetic Iron Ore also resolves this incident."

The two Centaur Commanders exchanged glances and said, "The Clan Leader position will be chosen between you and me."

Their gazes locked in rivalry.

Then, they shifted their attention to the monsters injured or captured by the Centaur Elites.

"Kill them all, the smell of these monsters disgusts me."

Ironhoof said, full of murderous intent.

"The clan needs slaves for mining; it’s best to keep them as slaves."

Silver Mane suggested.

"The Gray Magnetic Iron Ore needs to be mined, but the question now is, who do you think should be responsible for it?"

Ironhoof asked, looking directly at Silver Mane.

Silver Mane smiled slightly, lightly waving his heavy sword, said, "I think I should be responsible, but I suppose you don’t think so."

Ironhoof picked up the battle spear handed over by a nearby Centaur and said, "Then let’s settle it the traditional way."

The surrounding Centaurs stepped back, leaving an open space.

In the moonlight, Ironhoof and Silver Mane, standing about a hundred meters apart, gazed at each other, then stepped forward, ran, accelerated, and charged at each other to decide the ownership of the Gray Magnetic Iron Ore through combat.

As for the expelled young Iron Dragon, they had already forgotten about it.