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Frostpire Royal Coliseum

The Frostpire Royal Coliseum was an engineering marvel, a structure made from a mixture of ice and rock. Built in the likeness of the Roman Colosseum, its exterior was concealed by frost, empowered by ancient runes.

Because of the natural cold temperatures of the kingdom and runes specifically crafted to preserve the frost, it showed no signs of melting. The same could be said for the other structures scattered around the kingdom.

Since Frost Dragons were naturally stronger in frozen environments, the first generation of dragons had built their home using ice itself. However, despite the cold climate, it eventually melted.

The previous generations followed in their ancestors' footsteps, each striving to perfect their home. It was only under the leadership of King Drakos Frostpire that they could construct the ideal structure—one that would never melt.

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Currently, inside the massive arena of the coliseum, a fierce battle that seemed to shake the entire structure was raging. Five warriors were locked in combat against a young man around twenty years old.

This young man, his legs and arms covered in icy dragon scales, with his head partially transformed into that of a dragon, was an unstoppable tempest on the battlefield.

The five—three in partial transformations while one had taken on a full dragon form—couldn't even hold a flicker of a candle against their opponent. Their faces were filled with exhaustion, a fact that was clearly reflected in their sluggish movements.

Why wouldn't they be exhausted? They had been fighting for the past hour without a break. It was only natural for them to grow weaker over time.

That should've been the case. Then why... why was their damned opponent still fighting with such vigor, as if he had a well of stamina that never ran dry?!

"Dammit, I want this to just end already!"

"I can't take it anymore!"

BOOOM!

At that moment, the young man's body shot forward like a bullet from the muzzle of a gun. The icy ground beneath him exploded, sending hundreds of tiny ice fragments flying everywhere as he stomped his transformed foot against the ground.

"Ice Arrows!"

A female warrior shouted in fear and urgency. A blue magical circle lit up before her, and dozens of ice arrows shot out at lightning speed, each zeroing in on the approaching enemy.

Not only that, but the other two also quickly activated their own skills.

"Frost Chains!"

Thick chains made of ice burst from the ground like serpents and shot towards the enemy as if they possessed a life of their own.

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"It seems they're really tired. I should end this as quickly as I can," the young man thought as he met the incoming ice arrows.

Boom! Boom! BOOOM! Boom! Boom!

His fists blurred forward, and every arrow that came into contact with his transformed hands immediately shattered into shards.

BOOM!

With another sudden kick off the ground, the young man's speed increased tremendously, making it difficult for his opponents to even see him properly.

"Shit! Where did he go!!"

"I can't see a thing!"

With such speed, one would expect him to suffer some damage from the ice arrows. However, the young man was just as resilient, easily shattering all the arrows and thick icy chains meant to bind him.

A moment later, he arrived before the three warriors and effortlessly dealt with them, sending them flying like rag dolls with powerful punches to their abdomens.

Above, the full-transformed dragon dove from the sky, its massive maw wide open, ready to strike.

The young man leaped into the air and seemed to vanish, surprising the dragon. Its eyes flickered with fear as it scanned its surroundings. The next thing it knew—

BANG!

A deafening impact echoed through the arena as the dragon felt something powerful slam into its head, further accelerating its descent to the ground.

BOOM!

It crashed heavily into the ground, leaving a deep impression of its build on the icy arena. Blue light briefly engulfed the fallen dragon, revealing a male warrior gripping his head in pain.

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"Shit, fuck, fuck it!"

"You… You might want to take it easy on us! At this rate, you'll break all our bones even before the day of the competition," one of the five warriors groaned as she slowly scrambled to her feet, barely standing.

"Yes, Kasiy is right! Ughh!" another warrior shouted, lying on his back, staring at the sky while groaning in pain.

"I'm sorry." The young man scratched his head with a sheepish look. "I just felt that going hard on you guys would prepare and improve your skills much faster."

"Don't mind them."

The warrior who had been gripping his head spoke seconds after being slammed into the ground. Slowly climbing out of the crater, he clenched his fists, his eyes shining with excitement.

"I… honestly prefer this method… I can feel myself getting stronger," he said, his expression filled with determination. He then looked at the young man with a challenging gleam in his eyes.

"I say we continue!"

"You bastard!"

"Curse you!"

The others protested. The young man, still in his half-transformed state, stared at them with a subtle smile on his face. These five were his childhood friends. They had been training together since they were between the ages of 10 and 12. Now, they were all teenagers.

'In truth, it may seem as if they're not making progress, but I can feel it,' he mused, walking away from his friends' banter. "Facing them is becoming incredibly more difficult. Could it be that they're getting used to my battle style?"

In the past, he barely took 20 to 40 minutes to best them, but these days, they had been hitting the one-hour mark frequently.

"I guess this is a good thing. They'll be prepared for the Tournament of Kingdoms."

He clenched his fists, his eyes shining with conviction.

"This time… we might actually win it."

Just as he was lost in his own thoughts, someone approached him and whispered something in his ear. His eyes widened in shock. But the shock quickly faded, replaced by excitement.

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Frostpire Castle

Inside the Frostpire Castle, Zara led Nox into a massive bedroom—an opulent chamber with a king-sized bed, arched windows, and high ceilings supported by golden pillars adorned with icy details. The atmosphere exuded an air of royalty, though in truth, this was merely a visitor's chamber. The castle itself was far more grand and breathtaking.

"Before I leave, there's something I need to tell you," Zara said as she walked toward the arched window overlooking the city.

"When I said the other kingdoms might be hostile to you, who do you think I meant?"

"Other Frost Dragons?" Nox asked, a knowing look on his face as if stating the obvious.

Zara exhaled but didn't speak immediately. After nearly thirty seconds, she turned toward Nox.

"When I mentioned the others, I meant the other elemental dragons."

Nox's eyes widened.

Seeing his reaction, Zara strode toward a nearby seat and sat down, locking eyes with him. Her voice turned serious.

"Since you'll be staying here for a while, it's only natural that you familiarize yourself with the Dragon Realm—the dwelling place of one of the overlords of the non-human continent."