Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage

Chapter 320: 320: Storm Dragon vs. Golden Dragon

The Storm Dragon race was renowned for its extreme speed, outpacing even some High-level Dragons.

In solo combat, a Storm Dragon had both offensive and defensive advantages, making it naturally stronger than most lower-tier dragon species.

Although dragon society was rigidly hierarchical, the Storm Dragons were one of the few that dared to defy the High-level Dragons—and could actually win.

Watching from the sidelines, Blank's expression was cold.

"If he burns out his mount, he should just get lost."

Demon Emperor sighed. "Agreed."

Slaughter Spree's acquisition of the Storm Dragon had been a stroke of luck. Unlike other players who raised their dragons from eggs, he had encountered an injured adult Storm Dragon and nursed it back to health.

Thanks to his Dragon Knight candidate status, the beast acknowledged him as its rider.

Now, he was testing his luck against Bibienne, the Golden Dragon Knight.

Bibienne sneered. "I admire your courage, but you will die by my hand."

His crimson dragon lance trembled, unleashing a storm of energy.

Then came the system notification:

"Slaughter Spree's power level is significantly lower. Bibienne has granted him arena customization rights, mount usage, and the ability to select a 2v2 duel mode."

A brief silence followed.

Then—

Laughter erupted across the entire city.

"Damn, even after getting a Storm Dragon, he's still being looked down on? Guess he's trash without his mount."

"Storm Dragon Knights are cool and all, but please, for the love of god, hurry up and die."

Even members of Slaughter Guild were pretending not to know him.

Slaughter Spree's face twitched.

"A Golden Dragon Knight, huh? Well, I'm about to be the first person to peel off some golden dragon scales!"

As he cursed, he glanced toward Demon Emperor.

Demon Emperor chuckled. "Just do your best."

Slaughter Spree's expression darkened. He had no choice but to swallow his frustration.

This was never meant to be a fair fight.

A level 40 Dragon Knight going up against a Saint Lord-Class Golden Dragon Knight? Even with perfect execution, he had zero chance of winning.

His real purpose was to test the dungeon mechanics—to pave the way for Demon Emperor and Blank.

He adjusted his settings:

"Arena Setting: Large River Valley"

"Mounts Allowed"

"No Assistants"

"Ten seconds until battle begins."

The sky over Pondenorlin City warped, forming a shimmering mirage—a vast river valley battlefield.

ShatteredCrown smirked. "He may act like an idiot, but he picked a battlefield that gives the Storm Dragon a serious advantage."

Empress of the Moon agreed. "He can't win outright, but let's see how much damage he can deal before he goes down."

The river valley stretched over ten kilometers in width and length, with massive, interconnected cave systems built into its cliffs.

For a Storm Dragon, it was the perfect hit-and-run environment.