A Dragon against the Whole World-Chapter 156 - 148: Battle Qi! Evil Dragon Qi!

The prolonged rainy season finally came to an end.

When the first real ray of sunshine pierced through the clouds, rare morning mist rose from the permafrost north of the Estonian River. As it was near the Eternal Frost Tundra, a subtle chill lingered in the air.

At the same time.

In a naturally formed basalt hollow.

The black giant beast, as if forged from steel, slowly opened its deep, dark eyes.

Galos awoke.

After a month-long slumber.

This sleep was not a Dragon Sleep, but a healing rest to recover from his injuries.

Raising his claw, Galos touched his thick neck.

The previous wound, almost deep enough to see bone, had disappeared, with flesh and Dragon Scales regrown. All other knife and axe wounds had also healed and regenerated, even the dreadful wound that had pierced right through his body.

For other races, such severe injuries, even if healed, would likely leave lasting trauma, impacting them for life.

But for the Dragon Race, as long as they’re not killed on the spot, it’s not a big problem.

Through sleep, the best medicine, wounds heal, and there are no aftereffects.

Remembering his closest brush with death, Galos felt fortunate for his relentless day and night training and the various preparations he had made in advance.

For example.

Adapting to Snake Dragon Poison made the potions of Magic Potion Experts almost ineffective on him.

Also, his neck training had developed a thick dragon neck, allowing him to withstand a fierce blow from a Holy Knight’s full effort and skill without being decapitated.

Regarding the Dragon Race’s physique.

Compared to other parts, the neck can be considered a major weakness, being proportionally long and slender.

Galos was different.

Due to years of targeted training, his neck was thick, covered with a layer of steel-like thick scales, and the neck muscles were strong enough to support his huge body hanging upside down in the air.

His weaknesses and shortcomings were being filled.

Standing up, the Red Iron Dragon stretched his body, lowering it, raising his tail and hips, simultaneously stretching and flapping his Dragon Wings. His muscles and bones crackled like firecrackers, and then he shook off the dust and stones from his body.

Next, he slightly closed his eyes, feeling the energy flow within him.

Apart from magical energy and life energy.

There was another hotter, more active, more surging energy flowing within him.

——Dragon Qi, also known as Battle Qi.

Galos opened his eyes, taking a deep breath.

Whoosh!

A black-red stream of air appeared on his claw.

This Dragon Qi, wavering between the physical and the ethereal, sometimes rose like flames, sometimes flowed like molten iron, overall black-red, with a dark interior and a layer of dark red on the surface, making Galos shake his head helplessly.

The color of Dragon Qi is related to his life essence.

As a Red Iron Dragon, his Dragon Qi was black and red, which made sense.

For now, his Dragon Qi was not yet thick enough, roughly transformed by one-tenth.

But when his Martial Arts level rises, and all magical energy and life energy transform into Dragon Qi, he can, like the Martial Monk of old, completely envelop his body in Dragon Qi flames during fierce combat.

By then.

Dragon Qi will ignite, wrapping his entire body in black-red phantom flames, burning with a rolling intensity, undoubtedly giving an extremely dangerous and evil impression.

If it were gold, it would appear much more sacred and majestic, rather than fierce and dangerous.

To achieve this, a high level of mastery in Dragon Qi is needed. By then, not only gold, but even a kaleidoscopic black or vibrant white would be possible.

"The battle with the Dragon Hunting Squad was perilous, but it yielded a lot. Most importantly, I have now officially become a Martial Dragon."

Galos thought with emotion.

The birth of Dragon Qi also meant he had successfully taken up his role.

In his slumber, he directly grasped a primary skill through inheritance.

——Claw Strike Mastery.

A variety of attack and defense techniques using dual claws flooded into Galos’s mind as if of their own accord.

In comparison, his previous use of claws felt primitive and crude, like a beast’s, embarrassing to even look at, wasting his physical qualities.

Now, with just a casual wave, his claw tip could precisely pierce the weakest layer of rock.

This increase in the precision of power control was more valuable than mere power growth.

Moreover, his Martial Arts level was currently just at level 1.

As his level increased, he could also awaken class skills like Tail Strike Mastery, Wing Strike Mastery, as well as perception skills, which Galos was eager to have.

Of course.

If he had enough time and leisure, he could also learn skills on his own, without needing to rely on inherited understanding.

It’s worth mentioning that class level and life level are two separate systems.

For inherently weak creatures, class level basically equates to life level.

But for top-tier magic creatures like the Dragon Race, after taking a profession, overall strength cannot be judged solely by life level and class level.

A level 1 Martial Dragon level is quite low.

But Galos already felt a significant change.

Even without the Claw Strike Mastery skill, just by relying on one-tenth of the Dragon Qi within him, he could extend the duration of his frenzy state, or use it to enhance attack or defense.

His life level hadn’t changed.

But his combat power had definitely increased by a significant margin.

"I’m not really lacking offensive skills right now, what I need are perception skills."

"At level 3, there’s Reflective Evasion, and at level 6, there’s a Danger Sense—I’ll acquire them in no time."

Galos pondered in his heart.

The Martial Dragon level mainly increases through combat and brutal training that nearly tortures oneself, and Galos excelled in these two aspects, allowing him to rapidly advance when his class level was low.

He was eager, wanting to start training right away.

However, considering that several dragons and their followers were tensely guarding him and that it wasn’t the right time for training, Galos suppressed the impulse in his heart and soared into the sky from the hidden underground cavern.

Upon hearing the commotion.

The young dragons guarding the area quickly looked over, their eyes vigilant. When they saw the black Giant Dragon soaring in the sky, they simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief, finally relaxing their long-tense spirits.

After a brief spiral in the air.

Galos folded his wings and descended to the ground.

The Elf Dragon was the first to flap its wings and fly over to him, circling around his strong body and sprinkling some sparkling dazzling light dust as a celebration.

"My dear brother, you’re finally awake."

The Iron Dragon Solrog was striding over, but suddenly paused in its steps, its Dragon Scales quivering slightly as if sensing some kind of invisible pressure.

It stared at Galos, a hint of astonishment in its eyes.

The Red Iron Dragon in front of it still had the same majestic figure, yet there was an indescribable aura around it, as if even the air feared its breath.

Fiery, resilient, soaring.

His body didn’t seem to have changed much.

But in perception, it felt as though a qualitative transformation had occurred.

"You........." The Iron Dragon’s voice was somewhat hesitant, and it said, "You took a profession? Which profession?"

Galos didn’t conceal anything and replied, "Martial Dragon."

Upon hearing this, neither the Iron Dragon nor the Red Dragon were too surprised.

Few among the Dragon Race choose the Martial Dragon profession because although dragons are passionate about battle, they are generally lazy, do not like training, let alone the nearly masochistic brutal training, and there’s the traditional Warrior profession as a substitute, so Galos’s case couldn’t be judged by normal standards.

"Martial Dragon and Alchemist."

The Iron Dragon’s gaze swept over Galos and Samantha, pondering, "You both have taken professions, I should also choose a career path."

Due to their powerful bloodline, for the Dragon Race, the Mage profession is the easiest to start with.

Not counting exceptions like Galos.

For ordinary young dragons, the Mage profession is basically the only option for a profession.

"You could start by choosing a Mage profession."

Galos suggested, "Don’t forget that time is on our side; after transitioning through the growth phase and stabilizing, it’s not too late to switch paths."

Life is short for some creatures, forcing them to specialize in one profession.

But in the long life of the Dragon Race, they often dabble in many professions and try different paths.

Dragons over a thousand years old, besides having a high life level, are hard to pinpoint how many skills they’ve learned or how many unpredictable methods they’ve mastered.

Galos was very interested in magic.

But because learning magic takes a long time, and turning it into combat power requires time and accumulation, it wasn’t suitable for him at the moment, so he had to ignore it for now, waiting for conditions to be suitable in the future to explore the path of magic.

Not long after.

The migration team was once again ready to set out, with Galos spreading his wings and soaring over the team, circling in the sky.

The shadow he cast stretched over the wilderness, gradually extending northward.

The place near the riverbank wasn’t suitable for establishing a nest as a base camp; the monster horde set off again under the Dragon Wings, continuing their migration north. The long line of creatures flowed like a stream, converging towards the border area between the wilderness and the tundra.