Long Ago

[This chapter is unedited and put up in a rush, will fix later]

Judging by the success rates of the Viserion clan methods, one can see just how rare the stage their King had reached. And even more bitterly for Dyon, it was the pressure he provided that allowed the break through. If King Viserion's emotions hadn't become so agitated, how could this have happened so easily.

Dyon dodged a punch, stepping forward and shortening the range to lower King Viserion's leverage. It was more dangerous being this close, especially since his opponent's speed seemed to have tripled the moment those wings appeared, but that was only what it seemed like on the surface. If Dyon continued backing away, he would only play into King Viserion's hands!

Their clashes intensified once again, causing those spectating not only to be in awe of King Viserion, but also of Dyon! To last so long while being at such a disadvantage, it could only be said that Dyon's Perception was off the charts.