Chapter 1473 The First Ability.

She will bring them down for another session of training after they wake up. Then they will eat to their fill again.

This cycle of hunting and sleeping will continue until the younglings awaken their first active ability.

Dragons are born physically superior to most races. They are strong and have incredible defenses. Their scales defend them from both physical and magical damage. Their dense muscles also grant them strength enough to be at the top of most races. They can also grow to massive proportions, so no one can bully them with size. But those aren't what make them Supreme.

Those features are just passive abilities. They are the base features that every dragon possesses. It is not until they awaken active abilities that they become worthy of the title of Supreme race.

This is a title that they earned long before they produced their first Origin god, so it is a title that they deserve completely. Very few races deserve this title like them. In fact, they are the yardstick to determine who deserves the title. Any race that can fight them or defeat them is the true Supreme race.

The awakening of the active abilities of the dragonlings happened during one of their breaks during hunting. They have been hunting for 4 years now and have grown bigger because of it. Unfortunately, despite his dedication and hard work, fourth is still the smallest. But he isn't discouraged. He may be the smallest, but he is the fastest.

He and second are standing aside to watch a fight between the first and third. Third has grown to become the biggest amongst all four of them. First felt threatened by the difference in size and wanted to teach third a lesson. So first challenged her to a fight.

The challenge doesn't look like the harmless wrestling that they engaged in when they were younger. No one is to interfere in this fight. The stakes are too high to allow for interference.

First showed why she should be first. She was able to beat third despite the disadvantage of size. They have the same bloodline memories, but it is clear that one of them has excavated more of them than the other. First was able to show exquisite skill in fighting. Third was soon losing.

Third was pushed back and was forced to give ground because of first's aggressive moves. A claw here and a tail swipe there kept third on the back foot. This continued until she was pushed against a tree. It was not by chance. First had herded her in this direction. She was the more experienced fighter.

Third couldn't move back anymore. First said to her. "Admit defeat."

Third didn't want to admit defeat. She opened her mouth to roar. The sound that came out of her mouth sounded like a choking cough.

First mocked. "If that is a roar, then it is the weakest roar I have ever heard."

It truly is the weakest roar, but Third didn't give up. She tried again. However, First didn't give her the opportunity. She swiped her claw at third's face. The claw slapped her head. It made third angry. She lunged at first. The distance was too close and third was too big. First was ran over. She hit the ground because of the collision. Then third pressed her down with her weight.

She opened her mouth to roar triumphantly. This time, the sound that came out of her jaws was not crippled. The air that was ejected from her mouth created a deeper sound. It carried a hint of force.

Third became happy because of her roar. She roared again, just like she did earlier. Her roar came out better. It is not a cough anymore but a bellowing. It resonated with the air and with the other dragonlings.

Fourth and second joined her. They too raised their jaws to the air and ejected air out of their lungs. The air was mixed with their divine sense, and mana was roused violently to create a loud sound.

First pushed third aside. Then she also joined in. The four of them became immersed in that feeling. It is like casting a spell. Air from their lungs rouses the air mana in the environment in a manner dictated by their divine sense to create the roar. They tried again and again until they got the hang of it. It is the first spell and ability that dragons master. It is the dragon's roar.

Mother opened her eyes and roared in jubilation. Her roar is not the weak sound that they produce. It caused the ground to thrum and the trees to shake violently as if there was an earthquake.

Her roar also contains a psychic impact. Any being that hears her roar will be forced to kneel and bow before her. It is because she has infused it with dragon force. It is the sign of dragon's might. Only the strong can resist it.

Mother smiled at them. "Very good. Tomorrow we begin the second stage of training."

That doused their enthusiasm. They stopped roaring and then scattered into the forest to hunt more. They are going to need the extra energy tomorrow.

They hunted for the rest of the day and ate until they were bursting. Mother brought them to the top of the mountain for the night. She went to sleep, but the dragonlings couldn't sleep. Not with tomorrow looming over their heads.

Third said to them. "We have nothing to fear. We should just follow our instincts, and we will be fine."

She has taken the lead subconsciously. Her victory over the First has filled her with confidence. But First is not one to give up.

First proclaimed defiantly. "I will be the first one tomorrow. It will prove that your victory was a fluke."

Third replied with her eyes narrowed, "We'll see."

First and third stared daggers at each other while their two brothers watched impassively. The two sisters wanted to fight, but they knew that they shouldn't. They need all the energy they can get tomorrow.