Chapter 50: Gamble

"Old man, what are you afraid of? You are a Legendary Realm powerhouse. As long as you don't resist desperately, even if the Kingdom of Ferrol is destroyed, you can change to another place and become their Sword Master Osmond comforted.

"That is impossible. This dukedom has been passed down for generations. I can't give up easily and shame the glory of my ancestors." Leopold shook his head.

"Fortunately, the King of Dominica is an ambitious but patient person. The two sides are at war, and no one can be the final winner. So he suggested that the Kingdom of Ferrol choose one of the following Legendary Realm people to fight with the third prince who has just returned from the Magic City. If the Kingdom of Ferrol wins, they will be able to sign a non-aggression agreement for ten years, but if we lose, we will have to cede the three cities on the border."

"How could you possibly agree?! Isn't this obviously robbing your three cities?"

Hearing the words "Magic City", Osmond blurted out.

Only the truly strong can understand the gold content behind these words, which is the powerful magic of human beings that can dominate the world.

"Of course, we also know that under fair conditions, how could anyone beat a magician from the Magic City," Leopold said bitterly. That's why the King of Dominica proposed that we can use magic items below the legendary level, and the third princes of Dominica will fight empty-handed."

"Even so, your winning percentage is not high."

Osmond shook his head and said that he did not have any confidence for the Kingdom of Ferrol to win.

"We have no way out, we can only agree. But the bad thing is, my senior disciple with the strongest swordsmanship talent encountered a White Dragon who was smuggling some items in from the Northern Ice Field a few days ago, and now he is injured."

Leopold said with a headache: "There will be a duel in three days, and the injury on his body has not yet healed."

"What about the White Dragon?" Ansair asked.

"Oh, it was stabbed to death by my eldest disciple."

Ansair: Shame of the Dragons.

Osmond: Shame of the Dragons.

"I'm thinking about who to send to fight now, but the probability of winning is not high..."

"Why don't you let me try," Ansair suggested, he had heard people mentioning the mysterious power of the Magic City more than once, and he became very interested in the magicians who came out of the Magic City.

"You? I'm afraid not." Leopold explained.

"I'm not doubting your strength, but apart from my eldest disciple, no matter who you send to fight now, you won't be able to convince the crowd. And if you lose, you won't be able to bear this responsibility."

"Can you let me take a look at your first disciple?"

What Ansair thought was that it would be good to become the first disciple of Leopold to face the challenge.

"This...he needs to rest for now." Leopold was a little confused.

Osmond quickly understood what Ansair was thinking, and he persuaded him.

"It's okay, we'll just take a look at him at the door, Leopold, don't you want to let your old friend see your apprentice?"

"Okay, let me take you to see my unlucky disciple."

Leopold took the two dragons to a room. In the room, there was a handsome young man with firm features, his eyes were closed as he lie on the bed in pain.

His lips were purple and black, and his face was like hoarfrost.

"He was hit by the breath of the White Dragon before it died. Although he is fine because has been healed by magic. But he didn't wake up after ten days, let alone fight with his sword." Leopold sighed.

The trust of the king is a matter of loyalty to the king.

The state affairs of the kingdom made this Legendary Sword Master worry, he would always think of wandering around the mainland when he was young. At that time, although his sword skills were not high and his strength was not strong, he was free and happy every day.

When he came back to his senses, he turned his head and saw that his eldest disciple was standing beside him in good condition, as if he wasn't the one who was lying on the bed just now.

Leopold rubbed his eyes involuntarily, there was indeed his first disciple standing in front of him, and he looked back at another first disciple on the bed.

What is going on?

"Leopold, isn't my nephew good at Transfiguration?"

Osmond looked at the completely confused Leopold and boasted.

Ansair smiled and changed back to his previous appearance.

"This? It's so similar, even the breath is exactly the same. Can your Dragon Clan's transformation technique have this ability?" Leopold couldn't believe it.

"That's what our great Metal Dragons are capable of. Those dragons you've seen before don't have this ability."

Obviously only Ansair could do it, but Osmond shamelessly pushed it to the big family of Metal Dragons.

"Although even I can't see your Transfiguration, it can't inspire the Fighting Qi. If you fight with physical strength alone, the Dominican Kingdom will probably become suspicious."

Leopold had just finished speaking.

When Ansair turned into his eldest disciple, a burst of golden vindictiveness instantly erupted, enveloping his whole body.

As a skill for a master of camouflage, the camouflage ability of "Inherent Glamour" is simply against the sky.

Ansair discovered that he could even pretend to have Fighting Qi, but this Fighting Qi looked powerful, but it had no practical effect.

"It's amazing!"

Leopold sighed, Ansair broke his conventional impression of dragons.

This time, not only Leopold was shocked, but even Osmond was shocked.

'Could it be that Uncle Nigus has developed magic that can arouse the Fighting Qi of dragons? Next time I go back to Dragons Island, I must ask for advice.'

Osmond was shocked in his heart.

There are indeed magicians on the mainland who study Fighting Qi, but generally, they just use this to lure more knights into following them.

And Ansair's transfiguration technique broke the boundary that Fighting Qi must be used by real humanoid creatures.

"Leopold, let my nephew go and teach that top student from the Magic City. I believe that with his strength, your Kingdom of Ferrol will never find anyone who can defeat my nephew."

Osmond is quite confident in Ansair's strength.

After the dragon transforms into a human form, its strength will actually be greatly weakened, and generally, only 30% of its strength can be exerted.

And Ansair's Inherent Glamour is even more limited, and can only exert 10% of his power.

But Ansair's physical growth rate is by no means comparable to that of ordinary dragons. His body has already grown three to four hundred meters long.

Only strong skeletal muscles can support such a huge body so his own strength is also extremely astonishing.

Even if he transformed into a human form with only 10% of his strength, an ordinary gold-ranked fighter would be far from being able to match Ansair even if they aroused their Fighting Qi.

Coupled with the bonus of Siphoning Strike, those that are below the Legendary Realm if they aren't careful enough might be wounded when grazed and killed when it hits.

Leopold looked at the confident Osmond and finally agreed.

"That's good, anyway, there is no more suitable candidate in our kingdom, old friend, I trust you."