A Dragon against the Whole World

Chapter 175: Chapter 166: Trish: Please Let Me Continue Your Bloodline

The deep night sky was silently observing the events below with eyes like twin moons.

The battle between an eighteen-year-old mixed-blood dragon and a one-hundred-and-eighty-year-old adult dragon ended with Galos knocking the White Dragon over, begging for mercy.

”Are we White Dragons doomed to bear the shame of dragons, repeatedly insulted by the other Dragon Race?”

”Does a White Dragon really have no chance of punching a Red Dragon and kicking a Golden Dragon?”

”Other dragons look down on me, and I find myself the most useless.”

White Dragon Trish seemed like her mind had been broken, clutching her head with her claws and murmuring to herself.

Hearing her words, Galos tilted his head.

He thought to himself that with his adaptive evolutionary talent, if he were born a White Dragon, he might still pull off a comeback and achieve what the White Dragon was talking about.

For an ordinary White Dragon, the chance to match a Red Dragon or even a Golden Dragon was almost nonexistent.

”Being born as a Red Iron Half-blood Dragon put me almost on par with a Golden Dragon.”

”My evolutionary talent and training should allow me to rival those few powerful Plane Dragons.”

”For a young dragon to defeat an adult White Dragon is normal.”

Galos thought to himself, feeling no particular pride in this victory, maintaining a calm state of mind, unlike before when he would subconsciously begin to get a bit complacent after defeating a formidable opponent due to the influence of the Dragon’s instincts.

In his hereditary instincts, White Dragons were not considered peers.

If it were an adult Red Dragon or even a young Red Dragon, Galos would probably need to reveal all his cards to contend with them; the difference was almost like that between a cat and a tiger.

”White Dragon, what’s your name?”

Galos resisted the instinctual urge to call her White Scale and asked.

The White Dragon snapped back to reality, recognizing the peculiar look in the Red Iron Dragon’s eyes.

Sometimes contemptuous and dismissive, other times calm and restrained, filled with contradictions, constantly shifting, leaving the White Dragon unsure of his true intentions.

However, not being called White Scale was some solace.

”Trish.”

The White Dragon replied softly.

”Now it’s time to talk about compensation.”

Galos relaxed the claw that was pressing on the White Dragon.

He pointed to his own damaged scales and said, ”You initiated this battle and damaged my precious Dragon Scale. This is not something that can be resolved with a simple plea for mercy; you need to pay a price for it.”

There was no blood feud between them.

Galos had no intention of killing her.

Among dragons, fights rarely resulted in death unless there was a deep-seated hatred.

Most of the time, the victor demands compensation from the defeated, including offering wealth or serving as a loyal servant.

Feeling the pain almost omnipresent in and out of her body, the White Dragon’s chest heaved violently as she struggled to get up.

Her face was ashen, her eyes dull.

As Galos said, her claws had indeed left some scratches on him.

Yet, comparatively speaking, the White Dragon’s condition was deplorable.

Her scales were shattered over a vast area, covered with marks left by Galos, several bones broken, many claws crushed—a truly miserable sight.

Even worse.

The more severely injured White Dragon had to compensate the unharmed Red Iron Dragon.

Moreover, that was just the beginning.

What was more discouraging and shaking for the White Dragon was.

Despite nearing her prime, she was utterly defeated by this young dragon, gaining nothing from the entire fight, feeling that her opponent hadn’t even utilized full strength and had shown some mercy.

Yet.

Encountering a monstrous Red Iron Half-blood Dragon, she failed to succeed despite her best efforts.

Facing reality, the White Dragon surrendered to fate.

She abandoned her pride, showing a submissive stance to the young dragon, ”I’m willing to offer half of my wealth as compensation for my offense.”

Galos shook his head silently.

”Too little.”

”I want all of your wealth.” He stated flatly, ”Remember, you started this fight. The loser gets nothing.”

Upon hearing such greedy demands,

the White Dragon grimaced, feeling heartsick, her dragon face contorted, every single Dragon Scale on her body resisting, saying, ”Impossible! My wealth is my life; you might as well kill me!”

Galos scrutinized the White Dragon’s intense reaction.

”An adult dragon still so emotional, with no restraint on its instincts?”

He remembered that the Iron Dragon Lady had a fondness for treasure but exercised restraint.

With age, experience, and the broadening of perspective and wisdom, dragons gradually mature and learn to control their base urges.

But the White Dragon Trish before him, nearing maturity,

appeared immature in Galos’s eyes.

”Maybe it’s a racial difference.”

”Not only in strength, but White Dragons also possess the lowest intelligence among Five-Colored Dragons, more influenced by instincts; young White Dragons seem no different from beasts.”

”This Trish, despite her age, doesn’t seem too bright.”

Galos pondered this.

This was his first encounter with a White Dragon, inspiring a desire to understand more.

The inherited content bore many subjective and stereotyped impressions from ancestors, some of which Galos found unreliable. Rather than rely entirely on inheritance, he preferred to use it as a reference and learn on his own.

Given the current situation,

in Galos’s view, the stereotyped image of White Dragons in the inheritance held some truth, not baseless.

After a moment’s thought, Galos squinted his eyes slightly, putting on a fierce expression, ”Since you believe wealth more important than life, I’ll grant your wish by letting you guard your treasures as you meet Tiamat.”

He extended his Dragon Claw towards the White Dragon’s neck.

The White Dragon shuddered all over, her tail straightening in tension.

Shouldn’t there be some bargaining first? Was he really about to kill a dragon without discussion?!

Ugh, Red Iron Half-blood Dragons indeed are too ruthless.

”Wait, wait!” White Dragon Trish quickly pleaded, ”It’s hard for me to part with wealth, but I’m willing to satisfy you in other ways.”

Galos paused.

The White Dragon’s response was precisely what he desired.

Despite her differences from Galos, in sheer strength, she surpassed Samantha, Solrog, and all his followers by a tier.

After all, she was an adult dragon, needing Galos to employ his full power to truly suppress her.

Having her submit, another asset would be added to Dragon Valley, enhancing Galos’s forces. More importantly, she could assist Galos in training, improving his Ice Resistance.

The Silver Frost Ring acquired from the Red Copper Dragon required recharging after each use, and its effect wasn’t as potent.

It couldn’t compare to an adult White Dragon.

White Dragon Trish believed that Galos coveted wealth.

Unbeknownst to her, Galos’s real interest lay in her herself.

”Speak, besides wealth, what else about you can tempt me?”

Galos, maintaining control, asked.

The White Dragon slowly rose, her eyes flickering, her long tail wrapping towards Galos’s neck but was brushed aside by the young dragon’s claw.

He warily asked, ”White Dragon, what are you trying to do?”

The White Dragon paused, then exhaled a cool breath, extending her wings and raising her tail to showcase her curves and form.

”I can bear you a clutch of offspring,” White Dragon said.

Pausing, she added, ”I’ve never had a mate before, you know, a female dragon’s first offspring are the strongest. I can continue your bloodline.”

Trish had always looked down on other White Dragons, suppressing her desires.

However, this Red Iron Half-blood Dragon, who had brutally defeated and humiliated her, now stirred her admiration for strength, his robust, formidable physique igniting a heat in her, thoughts surged like waves.

Offspring?

Who knows why the White Dragon would think that.

”White Dragon, mind your manners!”

Galos stepped back, avoiding the White Dragon’s advancing body, refusing with a serious tone.