CHAPTER 65: DISCIPLE CULTIVATION SYSTEM CH65 KNIGHTS AND DRAGONS.

Dragons were the strongest race. This wasn’t a statement but a true fact. Whether in physical prowess or raw mana output,they were unmatched so much that even demon lords thought twice before crossing paths with them.

Their only flaw was that just like demons they also couldn’t use aura. Dragons were entities born of mana;hence, they possessed mana cores from birth, and yet even without aura to fortify their bodies, their physical stats were maxed out.

A test had once been conducted by a famous mage to deduce a dragon’s physical strength. They used a relatively young dragon and had it fight against aura users.

A one-star was effortlessly defeated.

The same went for a two-and three-star. A four-star posed a momentarily problem,and it wasn’t until a five-star that the dragon lost. Hence,an average young dragon was physically as strong as a peak four-star aura user.The same test was conducted on a mature dragon,then an ancient one, and finally a dragon lord. A mature dragon could suppress a five-star and was equal to a six-star.

An ancient dragon was physically equivalent to an ascendant.

As for a dragon lord,not even a saint could beat them physically.

In hindsight,dragons were truly formidable. Hence,when Trish slammed Enko down from the sky, she didn’t expect a fall to eliminate her. The dragon beneath her would need to be thrown from the tallest mountains in the east to die from impact alone,so Trish didn’t let gravity do all the work. No,she accelerated their descent, becoming a vengeful comet hammering a barrage of punches into Enko’s face as the wind screamed past them. Each thunderous impact reverberated through the air,the concussive shockwaves threatening to break their locked embrace, but Trish held firm.

Letting go of Enko—who merely sported a bleeding nose from the assault—Trish planted her foot on the dragon’s torso. Infusing her heel with aura, she became a drill, driving them both into the mountain of debris below with catastrophic force. Enko’s groan was swallowed by the cataclysm as her body bent inward,cratering through the wreckage like a meteorite. She was buried deep within the earth, her momentum only arrested after plowing a tunnel to the mound’s core.

"Stay down." Placing her heel on Enko’s bleeding face,Trish commanded, her eyes glacial and devoid of mercy.

"This isn’t how we do this,Princess." Enko’s hand was a blur,snaking out to lock onto Trish’s ankle. With a roar of raw power, she dragged the girl down and hurled her sideways like a ragdoll. Trish cartwheeled through the rubble, only to be launched higher into the air by Enko, who followed with a mighty leap that cracked the ground beneath her.

"In the skies,I am king!" Bending her knees,Enko ignited her feet in a torrent of flames, rocketing upward on a jet of fire to chase Trish into the cloud cover.

"Then I’ll cut you down." Like an aerial acrobat,Trish twisted her body in mid-air, looking down on her ascending opponent with a predator’s cold smile. She swung her palms forward.

Twin arcs of shimmering,compressed wind shot forth, humming with lethal intent, aiming to bisect the dragon. Enko banked sharply,using her flames to maneuver through the slashes with inches to spare.

She grinned, her own fist erupting into a sun-hot inferno. Mages could control magic via mana,meaning they could encase themselves in it. The problem was,control did not grant resistance. Dragons were different,especially elemental ones. An elemental dragon held not just authority over their birth element,but complete immunity to it. So,while a normal mage would incinerate their arm attempting a flaming fist, Enko and her kin were free from such weakness. Unrestrained,she launched a punch wreathed in annihilation at Trish, who countered not by blocking, but by flowing with the motion. Trish slid past the blow, the searing heat singing her uniform, and used the proximity to grab Enko’s arm, using her own momentum to send a devastating kick into the dragon’s jaw.

Enko barely flinched,absorbing the impact and retaliating instantly with a close-range punch that burned through the anti-mana fabric of Trish’s uniform and charred the skin beneath black. Trish’s annoyance spiked,not from the pain, but from the ruin of her presentation. She was no longer presentable for Art. The thought enraged her,overriding strategy. She raked her nails across Enko’s face, fighting not like a martial artist but like a feral animal—vicious and uncaring. Enko screamed as five deep furrows welled with blood on her cheek.But the worst was yet to come. Trish, now beyond reason, lunged forward, sank her teeth into the dragon’s neck, and tore.

"You f...uc...k...ing beast...!" Screams morphed into gurgled,unfinished curses as Enko desperately clawed and punched at Trish’s back to dislodge her. Trish didn’t budge.She wrapped her limbs around the dragon like a koala, strangling, her teeth digging deeper, seeking to rip out her throat. She was mad. The dragon had ruined her fantasy, so now she would ruin this dragon. She would make her scream, make her beg, and scar her for life. It was unfortunate the wound wouldn’t apply to reality,but it didn’t matter. The message was the point. Finally,Enko succumbed, her eyes rolling back as she passed out, drooling. Trish let go, using the limp body as a cushion to land softly on the ravaged ground.

As expected,Enko was insanely durable; she wasn’t even eliminated.

"Tsk..." Spitting a mouthful of blood and flesh onto the stones,Trish wiped her mouth and seized a sharp, heavy rock. She raised it high over Enko’s unconscious head, a gruesome grin twisting her features as she prepared to finish it...to crush her head.But...

"Enough!" A familiar voice interrupted as a kick sent her stumbling aside.A youth stepped forward, his majesty form acting as a barrier between the fallen Enko and Trish.