Chapter 713 - 421: Platinum Oracle?

Chapter 713: Chapter 421: Platinum Oracle?

"I declare that the winner of this final contest is—Galos Ignas!"

After a brief silence, the voice of the Legendary Brass Dragon master of ceremonies resounded again, more powerful and spirited than ever before, clearly reaching the ears of every dragon.

"He stood tall between the sea and sky, proving with an overwhelming and undeniable victory that he is fully eligible to change the longstanding competition rules for himself! He is fully deserving of standing directly on this final stage of glory!"

"Now, let us all cheer for the resplendent victory of this Red and Iron Dragon!"

Yet, silence still enshrouded the vast sky.

Many metal dragons gazed at the figure of the Red Iron Dragon standing aloft in the air, momentarily at a loss for words, struggling to immediately accept this outcome.

Then, suddenly.

"Long live Galos!"

"Awoo! Red Iron Dragon invincible!"

"I knew it! You were bound to slam that guy down!"

The excited cheers of Red Silver Dragon Deborah, Elf Dragon Vera, and Golden Dragon Nasha and Alberto—especially the uninhibited shouts from the Elf Dragon and Alberto—were the first to break the silence.

Then.

The metal dragons who had previously had a brief conversation with Galos, draped in gold.

Silver Dragons, Red Copper Dragons, etc., after slight hesitation and exchanging glances, recalled their earlier conversation and, combined with this shocking victory before them, increasingly felt that this Red Iron Dragon was truly extraordinary; perhaps... those outrageous rumors about the "Dragon King’s illegitimate child" held some truth?

Perhaps he is the offspring of some Dragon King and Evil Dragon.

Thus, with a mix of trial and acknowledgment, these metal dragons began to join in the cheering.

Meanwhile, like an unstoppable tide, discussions began to swiftly spread among the dragon group.

"He really won, can Evil Dragons be this powerful?"

"That kind of power... that speed... it’s like a Legendary Giant Dragon!"

"He seems capable of bypassing Karlus’s aptitude."

"No, the Red Iron Dragon withstood Karlus’s siphon and still overwhelmingly defeated him; his physical attributes are simply outrageous."

Amidst these discussions, interwoven with shock, analysis, and incredulity, more and more cheers started to rise from the various corners of the dragon group.

Initially sparse, but quickly converging, forming a significant wave of sound.

Queries? Anger? Unwillingness?

These emotions certainly still existed, especially in the hearts of some traditionally minded metal dragons, and would not dissipate quickly.

But for many metal dragons, the way they looked at Galos had already subtly changed.

That Red Iron Dragon, from start to finish, didn’t use any deceitful sinister magic, nor relied on despicable evil curses.

What he used was the purest, most direct, and most in line with Giant Dragon aesthetics—a victory achieved through absolute strength.

This was an open and aboveboard, unimpeachable victory.

Regardless of his lineage, the victory itself was worth celebrating.

In the world of Giant Dragons, strength is always the most effective passport to respect.

At the end of the day, all Giant Dragons intrinsically bear the nature of respecting power, and the strength displayed by Galos at this moment was enough to conquer the hearts of many dragons.

Metal dragons’ instinctive vigilance and caution towards Evil Dragons hadn’t completely vanished, but it was increasingly mixed with awe, respect, and a hint of curiosity about this special Red Iron Dragon.

At the center of the battlefield.

Galos calmly retracted all his outward Dragon Majesty and presence.

He lowered his eyes to glance at the still floating on the sea, unconscious Golden Dragon Karlus, then turned to the Legendary Brass Dragon master of ceremonies and said, "His injuries are serious; it’s best to provide treatment promptly to stabilize and prevent deterioration."

Saying this, he wasted no time, beat his Dragon Wings, decisively turning around, leaving the airspace.

This measure of triumph without arrogance, as stable as a mountain.

This act of not kicking a loser while they’re down, but caring for their injuries instead.

....The current demeanor of the Red Iron Dragon compelled the Legendary Giant Dragons observing this in secret atop the clouds to nod subtly, their eyes revealing traces of approval.

The vast majority of the Order-Side Metal Dragons, especially those who have lived through ages, with profound wisdom and can step into the Legendary Domain, have a scale in their hearts to measure right from wrong.

The extremely radical Purification Faction Dragons are, after all, the minority of minorities.

Concerning a dragon exhibiting extraordinary potential and with behavior not chaotic or violent, in their perspective, trying to recruit and guide it would naturally be the best outcome.

Upon a thick stretch of cloud, the Legendary Golden Dragon Ovis grinned so broadly that it nearly closed his mouth, his dragon whiskers trembling slightly.

He let out a hearty laugh and said to the nearby legendary kin with varied expressions, "Now who doesn’t believe? Who still doubts?"

"I’ve long stated, this child, Galos, is starkly different from those Evil Dragons who only know destruction and plunder!"

"He is well worth us at Dragon Domain expending effort to recruit, even if ultimately we cannot directly invite him to join the Dragon Domain; at the very least, he can become a steadfast ally to us, rather than pushing him toward opposition, gaining an additional enemy."

Ovis’s mood at that moment was beyond exuberant.

The Red Iron Dragon’s performance far exceeded his initial expectations, and this neat victory also won him an extremely hefty bet.