Tales Of The Mighty Dragonair

Chapter 352 - Prove Yourself Or Perish!

"Sigh, this scene… sigh, it's not a blessing to live for so long," the world's will voices this time were softer than ever. "I can't promise you anything, but I will try my best to save him. Though I'm not strong enough to do that, not before and definitely not now."

Nara didn't know why, but she felt her guardian's voices were speaking to themselves. She remained silent, puzzled and doubted of her stance towards this stranger that she just met. "Is it the legendary love of first meeting?" she muttered, before shaking her head and watching Arthur's still body with anticipation.

As for Arthur, he was now immersed in his own world. After a few moments of stirring up his energy without transforming into a dragon, he felt his soul was sucked towards a tempest like before.

He didn't know how long it passed, yet he knew it would take longer than the few seconds he would stay there.

"It seems this link with the dragonairs elders isn't simple," he muttered, recalling the words of the ancient world's will.

He thought he was meeting up with an elder from the dragonair clan, like the master of the bronzed giant clan he knew.

Once he recalled that master, he felt quite annoyed at the deal that wasn't done so far. "Better for him to grant me my share, or else…" he muttered to himself recalling the deal he had with the master.

"Boom!"

The next moment his body suddenly crashed into the ground. "This hurts," he complained while leaning on the ground heavily to stand straight.

"Finally you came," the sound this time was much more majestic and deep than before. "you caused much trouble for being a son of ours. Tell me, did we treat you wrong? Why all this hatred to our teachings?"

Arthut couldn't see the man speaking, yet he knew he wasn't just one. He sensed many eyes falling over his body. He stood and patted on his clothes a couple of times to remove the dust particles.

"You say you didn't treat me ill? How can this be?" he sneered, refusing to succumb to their own logic. "The first memory I had was about a doctor poisoning me for his own benefits, a dragonair master of ancient times. The next thing I recall was about a cursed book with a vengeful dark soul trying to kill me. Yet again another dragonair master.

Tell me, venerable being of old times, is this all about the dragonairs? Treason, betrayal, schemes, and dirty doings?"

"Impudent child! These all are nonsense!"

"Really? What about this book then?" he took the cleaved book out. "This book was the one who wanted to kill me, can you refute this fact?"

"Such insults can't be allowed!"

Suddenly another voice shouted in anger, stirring up a wave of humming around Arthur. "Tsk, even you are scared for me to see your faces. What? Afraid I would seek your descendants and kill them?"

"This kid must die! Let me kill him!"

"Sit down Gregory, you know the rules," the first voice thundered and his words silenced everyone. "Plus dragonairs aren't all bad," the voice continued while Arthur didn't know the meaning of these words.

"Kid, it was said that our ancient ancestor, the founding ancestor, was a good man. I doubt these words myself, yet here you are proving that we have some twisted genes belonging to the good side."

The voice paused before adding:

"As a tradition, and bound by the sacred rules laid down by our esteemed ancestors, you are to be tested and we won't interfere. Yet as you can see…" then the voice got deepened, "you caused enough hatred already that I can't honestly control."

"My life is mine, my way is mine, no one has the right to tell me what to do and what not to do."

"Yet you shall follow the teachings of your clan."

"A clan that tried to poison and kill me? And now are trying to conspire to kill me?"

"This is your clan, no matter how you did we will still be bound to each other."

"By blood, not deeds."

"Good words, I agree with that," the voice then paused before he added, "so you will be tested. If you are really as you claim, strong and mighty, then your deeds will support your claims. If not, then it's a waste of time to let you continue to live."

Arthur wasn't fazed with these threats. He came here prepared for a death and life battle. "Bring it on, anything you throw at me I will crush!"

"Good lad, despite being bad would be better," the voice remarked, and Arthur didn't know if he was mocking or praising him.

The next moment he felt a shadow coming out from his body. Like last time, the monster he absorbed would be summoned.

Except this happened a long time ago for him!

The monster that appeared in front of him started to slowly take shape. "Per rules we can decide which monsters you shall fight; the ones you absorbed or the ones you killed."

The sound paused, and Arthur had a bad omen for that. "And we selected the ones you killed. Per rules, as a first practitioner dragonair, you would be granted a certain level of challenge."

As his words fell, the shadow coming out of his body got thickened, and the shadow of the monster appeared starting to grow broader.

"This isn't a single monster," Arthur remarked, while taking out his bow and arrows.

"You are such a violent boy, a true dragonair lad in the core. Not fully like us, but you carry our bloodlust. You killed many, and from then only the strongest five would appear here."

Arthur grabbed his bow before muttering to himself, "I should take the sword as well."

He knew his sword was now evolving, yet he had no other choice. He had no time to delve into his garden world and ask Agnus for a good sword. Last time he met him was just before coming here, where he checked on the legion of monsters he gained and talked a bit with him.

"Your demons will face you now, prove yourself or perish!"