Blood gushed out of the wound as the severed arm fell on the ground. Now standing before me was an armless dragon roaring in agonizing pain.
'That was easier than expected.'
Till now, I had thought it would be impossible to hurt a true dragon king. But from what I saw, it was apparent that they could be harmed.
That was my initial impression based on what happened, but my perception changed when I saw a new arm growing from where his old arm was.
It was hard to believe, but it was a real miracle of magic — rapid regeneration. With this ability, it was no wonder that the dragon kings survived all those wars without even getting a single scratch on their bodies.
"Isn't that unfair? Healing your wounds, knowing that your opponent is a mortal and isn't able to do so." Flare asked.
There was indeed a point in what she said. If he kept on regenerating himself after each one of my attacks, I would never win.