As a friend, Jonavili naturally knew why she was feeling down, but there was nothing to be done about it.
The other party had a stronger bloodline, higher strength, and much more time to accumulate power than the two of them; it would be strange if they could win.
However, speaking of true dragons capable of fighting across major ranks...
Jonavili couldn't help but think of the rare legendary dragon species and the powerful dread dragons recorded in her inheritance.
'Time, prismatic, force... such unparalleled power. One feels both fear and an irresistible yearning for it.'
"But..."
Thinking of herself, Jonavili couldn't help but let her draconic snout split into a grin.
'Even though I'm not a time dragon, I've mastered such top-tier power. It really is... I don't even know what to say.'
Snapping back to reality, Jonavili swung her tail, gently rubbing it against Furiel's head, and spoke softly.
"It's alright, Furiel. You've worked hard, and you're already very strong."
Hearing Jonavili's voice and feeling her touch, a warm current rose in Furiel's heart, but she immediately turned her head away in a tsundere fashion.
"Hmph... as if I needed you to tell me that."
Her fiery red tail swatted Jonavili's tail away, but then she paused and puffed out her cheeks at Jonavili.
"No touching my head!"
Seeing Furiel like this, Jonavili couldn't help but chuckle; in the eyes of the dragon race, this scene looked exactly like a stubborn, prickly, but cute little girl.
However, to other races, Furiel's ferocious appearance looked like she was about to devour someone!
While the two dragons were having their tender moment, the other side was the complete opposite.
Two behemoths nearly a hundred meters long were wrestling together, their Platinum-tier attacks making the rock walls and fire element mana crystals crumble under the strain.
"Qiao! You are an utterly unreasonable bastard!!"
"Mofana, I've wanted to have a go at you for a long time! You always act so cold and indifferent—who are you trying to impress when it's just the two of us here?!"
"You... you... crude beast!!"
Mofana slapped Qiao away and sent a terrifying breath beam his way.
Qiao's mouth remained as relentless as ever.
"Why keep up the act? The next fifty-year mark is almost here. Let's see if you can still act this way when your mating season hits. Anyway, I'm the only male dragon here. If you can resist me then, I'll admit you're a real tough one."
Saying this, Qiao wore an expression of being in total control.
Mofana attacked wildly in a fit of shame and rage.
But there was nothing she could do. If they were on neutral ground, her strength would normally suppress Qiao, but right now, the shattered fire element mana crystals around them provided him with a constant supply of energy.
Currently, she couldn't gain an advantage in either a war of attrition or an explosive burst, and she couldn't even win the verbal spat.
Mofana was fuming, and her attack intensity grew higher and higher.
However, because of Qiao's words and Mofana's reaction...
Jonavili felt like she was watching a young couple flirting, showing off their affection, and being shy.
Although the scene was terrifying to outsiders who would want to stay as far away as possible, in the eyes of the dragon race, this was exactly what it looked like.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. They really do say fighting is just another way of showing love."
Jonavili couldn't help but sigh, and Furiel unconsciously nodded in agreement.
But what surprised her even more was the star-core earth dragon Mofana.
"This star-core earth dragon is incredibly strong. She's only at the Platinum 8th Circle, one ring lower than that molten crystal-armored dragon lizard, yet she can display such combat power."
Furiel knew very well that without the geographical advantage, the molten crystal-armored dragon lizard wouldn't be able to beat the star-core earth dragon.
Jonavili nodded in agreement.
"Indeed, she has a promising future."
These words would sound like a senior acknowledging a junior if spoken by a prime or adult dragon, but coming from two wyrmlings not even ten years old, they sounded incredibly strange.
While Mofana and Qiao were fighting tooth and nail, Jonavili leaned her head close to Furiel, who pulled back slightly.
"What is it?"
Jonavili grinned.
"Dear Furiel, I need your help."
Furiel shook her head without a second thought.
"No, I want to watch them fight."
Are you kidding? Aside from records in her inheritance memory, she had never seen such a grand spectacle. To be able to see it in reality today was a joy she wouldn't easily give up.
Jonavili could naturally see Furiel's reluctance, and her white snout split into a grin.
She felt she had a perfect handle on how to manipulate a little wyrmling.
Jonavili pulled a shiny object from between her scales and gave it a light flick.
Ting—
Furiel, who had been watching the show intently, had her pupils instantly contract to the size of pinpricks.
Her fiery red head whipped around to look at Jonavili's claws.
One look was all it took for her to be unable to look away.
"That... that's... a shiny! A little beauty!!"
Furiel raised a claw to snatch it, but Jonavili dodged.
Furiel looked at Jonavili with an unfriendly gaze.
What did this dragon mean? Let her look but not touch? Let her look but not take? How annoying!
Now, the more Furiel looked at Jonavili, the more she disliked her, feeling that Jonavili standing in front of a silver coin was a total eyesore.
Jonavili took in Furiel's reaction, her white snout grinning to its limit.
Yes, yes, yes! This is exactly the effect I wanted, hehehe~
Jonavili couldn't help but let out a silly laugh, her pink tongue hanging out as crystalline dragon drool dripped down.
Furiel furrowed her brows in disgust.
What was wrong with this stupid dragon? Was she trying to attract her attention just to show off her idiotic look? How boring.
Jonavili realized she was acting out of character and quickly regained her composure, inwardly cursing that the white dragon genes were truly a hindrance, lowering her coolness.
"Ahem, little Furiel, do you want it~?"
Furiel's eye twitched. She really wanted to crack open this white dragon's head to see if it was filled with mush.
Obviously, she wanted it.
"If you're just trying to amuse yourself at my expense to satisfy your boring, twisted sense of humor, I don't think it's necessary."
"Stop asking me such idiotic questions all day, OK?"
Jonavili chuckled and rested a claw on Furiel's shoulder.
"Don't be so angry. Did you forget what I said? Often getting angry makes your scales lose their color~"
The veins on Furiel's forehead throbbed.
"I don't believe a word you say! Just say what you want and get on with it!"
Jonavili stopped teasing her and tossed the silver coin toward Furiel.
Furiel was quick, snatching it out of the air as if she were afraid Jonavili would use time stop to take it back.
Until it was truly in her palm, Furiel still felt a sense of unreality. She looked up at Jonavili, wondering what had gotten into her.
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