Chapter 714 - 421: Platinum Oracle? (Part 2)

Chapter 714: Chapter 421: Platinum Oracle? (Part 2)

However, the legendary Metal Dragons who lost their precious bets in this grand gamble weren’t in such a pleasant mood.

Opposite Ovis, a Legendary Silver Dragon from the Eternal Radiance Dragon Domain stared at him with a penetrating gaze.

"Ovis, when you first introduced him to us, you said he merely ’barely’ tied with a human Legendary Sword Saint and was severely injured, on the verge of death."

"But the facts we just witnessed seemed to be otherwise."

The Silver Dragon’s words were filled with doubt.

According to Ovis’s initial description, Kalus had many chances of victory due to his innate talent and combat experience.

Yet, the reality was that Kalus was indeed completely dominated from start to finish, while the Red Iron Dragon seemed relaxed and effortless, clearly not exerting themselves fully.

Ovis’s eyes immediately widened.

"What are you trying to say? Do you mean to imply that I, Ovis, would deceive you?"

The Old Golden Dragon replied righteously, "I made it clear at the time."

"When I arrived, the battle with the Legendary Sword Saint was long over. As for the true level of the Red Iron Dragon, I merely made a reasonable speculation based on traces on the scene and some information."

A nearby Legendary Bronze Dragon growled with dissatisfaction, "Based on mere traces, you dared to confidently guarantee him, urging us to bet heavily?"

Upon hearing this, Ovis instead puffed out his chest, speaking in a deep voice, "Why not?"

"Everyone in the Dragon Domain knows that I, Ovis, love a grand gamble. If I see a good opportunity, I place my bets! This time, I just happened to have sharp vision and good luck!"

He waved his claw with a hint of impatience, "Hmph, if you are unconvinced, dissatisfied, you can also try to find someone yourself! As long as it’s below the legendary level, no matter which ally you find, if they can defeat my chosen Galos, I, Ovis, vow to return all the stakes in full, not taking a single coin!"

He swept his gaze around at the surrounding Legendary Giant Dragons, his tone firm, "Enough with the nonsense! Betting reflects one’s character; accept your losses with grace!"

"Now, hurry up and hand over my spoils!"

The surrounding Legendary Giant Dragons were left speechless by his blatant words.

They carefully calculated among the well-known or heard-of dragons below the legendary level and were helpless to find anyone capable of truly matching the Red Iron Dragon on the same tier.

This old bastard Ovis, this time his vision and luck, truly were impeccable.

Though extremely reluctant, under Ovis’s burning gaze, these Legendary Giant Dragons eventually had no choice but to grimly extract the items they had staked and hand them over to Ovis’s already prepared large space items.

Golden Dragon Ovis couldn’t contain his inner joy.

His mouth curled upward so much that nearly all the Dragon Scales on his face armor were squeezed into a laugh.

Elsewhere.

The Red Iron Dragon flapped its wings, flying towards the direction of its companions.

Wherever it passed, the previously dense group of Metal Dragons, whether due to awe, curiosity, or some other complex emotion, instinctively parted to the sides, naturally forming a clear path for him.

"Hey! That was a beautiful fight! Exactly as I imagined, a complete and swift victory! As expected, we Martial Dragons are indeed the most formidable!"

Golden Dragon Nasha, bold in character, directly extended her forepaw, patting the Red Iron Dragon’s solid and broad chest.

"I’m happy to see you’re not hurt."

At this moment, the Red Silver Dragon approached, stretching its neck, raising its head to touch the Red Iron Dragon’s face armor.

"What’s this you guys are...?"

Nasha, witnessing this scene, revealed a trace of doubt in her dragon eyes, then burst out laughing, "Is this a new form of greeting? Interesting, I want to try too!"

Saying this, she eagerly extended her head, almost giving the Red Iron Dragon a headbutt, causing its head to slightly recoil.

If it weren’t for Galos’s formidable physique, another dragon might have seen stars and been knocked out.

Alberto, eyes locked on the Red Iron Dragon with both envy and jealousy, said, "In the spotlight, easily defeating the challengers selected after rigorous rounds, and then leaving with such ease... Damn it, why isn’t it me?"

"Galos! I seriously suspect you secretly stole the perfect dragon life that was meant for me!"

At these words, Elf Dragon Vera made an exaggerated face at Alberto.

She hummed, "Oh, stop it. A little weakling who got swiftly eliminated in the first round shouldn’t be trying to latch onto our magnificent and invincible Lord Galos!"

Alberto had also signed up for the tournament.

His luck was truly unfortunate, encountering Zafiri, a favorite to win, in the very first elimination round.

Zafiri possessed some sort of super magic specialty and Fast Casting Talent, like a mobile Magic Cannon Platform, and Alberto finally couldn’t withstand her relentless magical assault and lost regretfully.

Alberto’s dragon face flushed red, just about to open his mouth to defend himself a few words.

At that moment, a nimble Brass Dragon shadow was flapping its wings lightly, approaching and landing nearby.

"Hehe, Alberto’s actually not bad; his strength is still quite decent. If we were on the same level of life, I wouldn’t necessarily be able to hold my ground under his fierce attack."

The Brass Dragon spoke with a clear and pleasant voice, at a relatively fast speed.