The Milf's Dragon-Chapter 101. Brothers Fight, that’s what they do

Owen’s gaze snapped to Dominus, but the Dragon King looked away.

No help there.

Owen then turned back to Vorthraxx, whose golden eyes gleamed with anticipation.

He thought to himself about how Fighting his future enemy in his prime before corruption set in could reveal weaknesses and give him Tactical advantages for the real battle in the real world.

"Alright then. This could be fun in its own way." He said

Vorthraxx’s grin widened. "Excellent!"

Owen launched skyward instantly, his wings catching air as he climbed above the Tower of Royals. The Greater Dragons below watched without moving. Dominus’s expression remained unchangeable.

Owen stopped at two hundred meters, hovering in place as Vorthraxx mirrored him fifty meters away, both in humanoid form. Their wings kept them aloft with minimal effort.

The standoff lasted mere seconds before they both moved instantly.

The distance between them vanishing as they accelerated towards each other with fists clenched.

Owen’s fist met Vorthraxx’s fist in the collision that sent shockwaves rippling outward. Both were thrown backward, Owen’s wings flaring to slow his momentum while Vorthraxx spun once before stabilizing himself.

Owen’s Mana Sense spread outward, reading Vorthraxx’s power signature. The Crimson dragon’s aura pulsed with confidence: no hesitation, no doubt, just pure martial certainty that scared owen.

Then Vorthraxx came in low. Owen shifted his weight, using Momentum Shift to redirect his body angle without burning much energy. Vorthraxx’s strike passed through empty air as Owen dodged and countered with a palm strike aimed at the ribs.

Vorthraxx’s scales hardened instictively. Owen’s palm connected and stopped dead. The impact traveled up his arm.

"Nice try!" Vorthraxx grabbed Owen’s extended arm and pulled him forward into a knee strike.

Owen twisted, taking the blow on his shoulder instead of his chest. His Ultra-Regeneration kicked in immediately, tissue repair beginning before the damage fully registered. He broke the grip and created distance, wings beating hard.

Vorthraxx pursued. His Dragon’s Eye tracked Owen’s movements with precision that made Owen’s own reading ability look amateur. Vorthraxx anticipated the dodge before Owen committed to it, his fist already positioned where Owen would be.

The strike connected with Owen’s jaw. Stars exploded across his vision. But He spun with the momentum, used it to build speed, came around with a backhand that Vorthraxx ducked under.

"Good one, brother!" Vorthraxx called out. "But your shoulder should drop before you commit!"

Owen reset his stance. His jaw had already healed. Vorthraxx was reading him perfectly—every movement, every intention broadcast through micro-movements Owen didn’t know he was making.

He needed to change approach.

Owen’s Dragon’s Aura flared outward—pressure washing over the space between them. The air itself seemed to thicken under the weight of his presence.

Vorthraxx’s eyes lit up. "Now we’re talking!"

His own aura exploded outward. Crimson energy met black in the space between them. The collision was visible: two forces grinding against each other, neither giving ground. The pressure built until the air screamed.

They crashed together inside the aura collision. Fists, elbows, knees: a barrage of strikes too fast for ordinary observers to track individually. Owen’s regeneration worked overtime, healing split knuckles and cracked ribs as fast as Vorthraxx created them. But Vorthraxx barely took damage: his scales, his timing, parries and his positioning all superior to Owen’s.

Owen created space with a blast of Dragon’s Breath. The fire roared from his mouth in a cone that should have engulfed Vorthraxx completely.

But Vorthraxx dove through it. His own breath burned hotter than Owen’s and met his head-on. The collision created a sphere of competing heat that expanded and then collapsed inward.

Owen barely got his guard up before Vorthraxx emerged from the flames, completely unharmed, and drove both fists into Owen’s chest.

The impact sent Owen plummeting. He crashed into the field below, creating a crater thirty meters wide. Grass disintegrated as soil compressed into stone from the force.

Owen dragged himself up, with his wings dragging. His ribs were healing but it hurt. Vorthraxx landed twenty meters away, not even breathing hard.

"You’re holding back, brother..." Vorthraxx said. "Why?"

"I’m not!"

"You are. You’re fighting like a human mage who learned dragon techniques. Not like a dragon."

Then Owen shifted to his natural form. Golden aura flared and Scales rippled across his body as he expanded: six meters of black dragon, wings spreading wide, tail lashing behind him. The transformation finished in two seconds.

Vorthraxx grinned and matched him. His Crimson scales expanding, twelve meters from nose to tail tip, and his golden eyes blazing. Larger. Stronger. More experienced in this form.

They circled each other.

"So Brother, why do you fight like that?"

Owen’s head tilted in confusion.

"You fight like your abilities are not an extension of yourself. You act as if they are some external thing that supplements your strength. You don’t even use the full scope of your ability."

Owen’s confusion must have shown on his draconic face even more.

Vorthraxx sighed. "Brother, you’re honest but kinda dull, huh?" His tail swished. "Tell me, does a person actively think about walking before they walk? Does a person think about which foot comes after the other or do they do it naturally? Does a person actively think about breathing to breathe?"

The words made a realisation hit Owen like a truck.

Owen had been treating his abilities like video game skills. Activating them. Consciously triggering each power instead of letting them flow naturally. The system’s interface had conditioned him to think in terms of discrete skills rather than integrated capability.

"Now that you understand..." Vorthraxx said, seeing the realization on Owen’s face, "...let’s continue!"

He charged forward.

Owen met him head-on, but this time he stopped thinking about activating Dragon’s Eye and just let his vision process the information. Stopped consciously triggering Momentum Shift and just moved the way his body wanted to move with his mana instictively propelling him through the skill. The difference was immediate: his reactions smoothed out, his timing improved, his movements felt less mechanical.

But Vorthraxx was still better.

Their claws met in rapid exchanges. Vorthraxx’s experience showed in every strike—precise, efficient, no wasted motion. Owen’s improved flow helped but didn’t close the gap.

It was time to escalate, Owen didn’t want to lose even though he only accepted this fight to learn of Vorthraxx’s abilities.

Owen pulled on his Sovereignty of Space-time. Then the world slowed. Vorthraxx’s movements became slightly more predictable. Owen’s unrestrained speed within the distorted time flow gave him an edge.

He slashed with mana-reinforced claws. The strike moved forward normally. But Vorthraxx still managed to dodge.

Then Owen triggered the sovereignty’s delayed effect. The slash traveled backward through time and struck Vorthraxx at his position three seconds earlier—right where he had been standing before dodging. The claws raked across his side, finally drawing blood.

Vorthraxx’s eyes widened.

"In...te...res...ting!" He slurred in the distorted time stream.

Then His own sovereignty activated.

Nine copies of Vorthraxx materialized around Owen. Perfect physical replicas, all solid, all capable of damage. They moved in perfect coordination, using Momentum Shift to match Owen’s speed within the slowed time stream.

Ten Dragon’s Breaths fired simultaneously.

Crimson flames converged from every angle. Owen’s spatial manipulation couldn’t dodge them all. The fire consumed him, drove him down, slammed him into the ground with force that created a crater twice the size of the first.

BOOM!

Owen’s scales were scorched. His regeneration worked but slowly—the damage was extensive. He pushed himself up on trembling legs, smoke rising from his body.

"Surely that’s not all you have, brother?!"

Anger flared hot in Owen’s chest. He was losing. Getting demolished by a dragon who was treating this as casual sparring. The tactical analysis forgotten, just the burn of inadequacy and the sting of being outclassed.

He had One sovereignty left that he hasn’t used, ths one he never uses because he couldn’t control it.

Owen pulled on the Sovereignty of Destruction.

Power surged through his veins. His body began to expand—muscles swelling, scales thickening, size doubling. Six meters became fifteen meters, then fifteen became twenty-four. The rational part of his mind felt pressure, like something pushing against it from the inside.

The Greater Dragons tensed below. Dominus stepped forward with his expression shifting to concern.

Ice crystallized beneath Glacius’s feet as his alert flared. Zephron’s body crackled with lightning, and Verida tightened her grip on her blade. But before any of them could move, Chronara stepped forward and halted them with a raised hand.

Dominus glanced toward her, considered intervening, then chose instead to remain still and watch.

Vorthraxx’s grin stretched wider.

"That’s what I’m talking about! Go all out, brother. Show me everything you’ve got."

Owen’s mind fractured. Rational thought degrading by the second as Pure destructive instinct rose to fill the gaps. His power climbed with every passing second: no upper limit, no ceiling, just endless escalation as his mana surged.

His golden eyes turned red with his golden accents across his body becoming like magma lava veins.