The Value of the Dragon’s Remains (Part 1)

Observing from behind, Jola was on tenterhooks. Even though the rock dragon was a piece of cake to a mage, Sika was a warrior. "If such a delicate beauty got injured by the rock dragon…"

As Jola thought to himself, he could not help but pull out the Tears.

Sika stood at a distance of five meters from the rock dragon. Suddenly, she mustered strength in her feet, and appeared beside the rock dragon in a flash, even Jola could not see how she managed to do that. Without any frills, Sika bashed the rock dragon's head precisely using the club.

Om!

Everybody felt the vibration in the air, causing their eardrums to hurt as well. With Sika's blow, the Rock Dragon collapsed onto the ground with its head buried within all that gravel, spewing blood from its mouth. Sika then executed a beautiful backhanded move, her club striking the rock dragon's ear, causing the four-meter long Rock Dragon to fly into the air.