At almost the same instant, Scorching Wings and Reiya crashed into one another. There were no dodges, no tricks.
In a way, both of them were Dragons.
And when imperious Dragons fought each other, they almost always relied on pure, instinctual strength. There was no real reason for it; they were fighting for pride.
'If one were to flee in a duel like this, their life as a Dragon might as well be over, right?!'
Dragons cared more for their dignity than their lives.
"BOOM—"
With an impact that seemed to warp space itself, the colossal Dragon's hind leg was pierced. It flew backward in pain, crashing onto the edge of the giant crater.
The result of Scorching Wings and Reiya's first clash was utterly counterintuitive.
The Silver-haired Dragon Lady, not even the size of the Giant Dragon's toe, had actually managed to stagger the despair-inducing behemoth with just a spear and a fist.
