SON OF THE HERO KING

Question: How did Dragon fight each other??

Answer: In the most brutal, merciless way in existence.

Dragons didn’t just fight against themselves with half measures— they quite literally tore each other apart in displays of utter dominance and strength. That intensity only exemplified

A fact that was only proven in the current dance between the dragons. The fight between Sol and Kiyohime was not pretty by any means. It made one wonder why it was even called the Dragons’Mating Dance. Anyone looking at them collide would think two mortal enemies were trying to kill each other.

From the very beginning, Kiyohime used her vastly superior experience in aerial combat and approached Sol before ruthlessly attacking him with her tail.

Despite her almost lanky appearance next to Sol’s draconic form, the force behind her bludgeoning action was enough for Sol to see stars for a second.

The sound of impact echoed like a thunderclap as Sol was sent hurtling backward in the air. He felt like the air was forced out of his lungs. He barely had time to recover before Kiyohime pressed the advantage, her sinuous form coiling midair with lethal precision. Her claws glinted like obsidian as she dove toward him, her movements a deadly blend of grace and ferocity.

Sol twisted in midair, narrowly avoiding her strike, but not without consequence. Her claws raked across his shoulder, the sharp pain a stark reminder of her lethal power. Blood sprayed in an arc, and the scent of it seemed to ignite a spark in Kiyohime’s blazing eyes.

Dragons didn’t just fight with their claws and tails— they fought with their entire being. Every movement was calculated, every attack a display of raw dominance and overwhelming might. Kiyohime’s roar shook the skies as she continued pressing him further, barely giving him time to breathe.

Still, why are dragon women so strong?

“How weak did you think I was?” Kiyohime scoffed, making one think that she could read minds. She was not the Dragon Queen for nothing. If all her skills and concepts were counted, she was already breaching the doors of Demigodhood. She could even reliably fight a false demigod if she went all out and while winning was close to impossible she could at least flee with her life intact.

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The only reason she never managed to become a Demigod was the inherent defect that existed in all children born from Energy Separation. The only way for her to become a Demigod was to kill Tiamat or follow a new path as Tiamat once did. Forsaking everything for the mad chase of power and supremacy.

“Let’s just say you weren’t exactly famed for your physical strength.” He chuckled, eying his mate warily now. She had the advantage of speed, but he was sure that his endurance and strength surpassed hers. Her overall defense should also be slightly weaker than his own.

His wings beat hard against the turbulent air as he pulled back, aiming to put some distance between them. His silver scales shimmered in the sunlight, but the faint cracks forming along them betrayed the punishment he had endured by his mate.

However, Kiyohime was having none of that. She twisted in the air and dove at him at blistering speeds, closing the distance in a near-instant, water gathering in a spiraling torrent around her form and focusing on her claws. The sheer force of her attack, along with the razor edge of finely woven water, was enough to split the air apart and even create a momentary vacuum as she dove at him. Sol barely had time to twist away, her water-encased claws grazing his flank and leaving behind deep, stinging gashes once more.

He retaliated instantly, his jaws opening to release a stream of blazing fire. The golden flames roared through the sky, but Kiyohime met them head-on, her water bending and curving in a liquid wall that hissed and steamed as it absorbed the brunt of his attack.

“You think fire will scare me?” she taunted, circling him like a predator.

Sol growled low, his wings tilting to catch the wind. “No. But this might.”

The air around him shifted as he drew deeply on his draconic power. His silver scales shimmered like a storm cloud, and suddenly the winds roared to life, swirling and howling in chaotic fury. Kiyohime’s confident smirk faltered as a massive tornado gathered around her with her as the eye; its base spiraled upward to meet her in the sky.

The force of the winds dragged her off balance, her body twisting as the tornado pulled her into its deadly embrace, fully intent on shredding her. Water erupted from her body in a desperate counterattack, forming sharp, liquid spears that she hurled toward Sol with precision.

Sol went all out in speed, doing his utmost to dodge. But in this situation, his massive body was a disadvantage for him. He was able to dodge most but not all. A spear caught his shoulder, tearing through scale and flesh, sending a spray of blood into the vortex.

At his current level, Sol was nearly immune to magic. The wounds were the result of the sheer physical might of her attack.

Kiyohime roared as she fought to escape the swirling winds, her tail lashing wildly and her water magic surging everywhere to mitigate the wind. She condensed the water into a massive wave, hurling it downward to disrupt the tornado’s base. The winds faltered just enough for her to break free, but not before Sol surged toward her, claws outstretched.

Their collision was brutal. His claws raked across her flank, cutting deep into her scales, while her jaws snapped at his neck, barely missing as he twisted to avoid her bite. They tumbled through the air, a chaotic dance of wrath and ferocity; biting, clawing, and striking with tails that could shatter mountains apart with the might they packed.

Sol pulled away, blood dripping from his claws and side, but his eyes were alight with joy. It was fun, exciting, and exhilarating.

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“You’re strong, Kiyohime,” Sol admitted, his voice a deep growl. “But this is still not enough for you to beat me.”

Already, his wounds were mostly healed. Thanks to his contract with Isis, his regeneration speed was not something Kiyohime could measure against. At least that was what he thought at first.

He could only watch mesmerized as bluish water covered her body and wounds, closing them on its way.

“Remember that you are not the only one who had a relationship with a phoenix. While I am far from their level, Nent helped me study the property of phoenix tears and I can replicate some of its effects.”

“Uh…” Sol was utterly speechless. In all his fights until now, he was always the cockroach. The one with superior survival skills.

It seemed like this time he met a cockroach no weaker than him.