"Silver Lake is the finest Dragon Fighter of the Byron Tribe," Silver Frost introduced with considerable pride. "He has subdued no fewer than twenty Camel Dragons that were thoroughly dominated by him." "..........." I was slightly taken aback.

Although Camel Dragons were herbivores compared to the Saber-toothed Beasts, they possessed a notoriously volatile and aggressive temperament. The Silver Lake who now bounded onto the stage was bare-handed, without even his Heavenly Demon Armor, clad only in light black plating.

It was hard to imagine how, in this state, he could possibly defeat a Camel Dragon the size of a small mountain. Not only was I stunned, but even Jidu, Jian Wu, Jian Qi, and the others beside me widened their eyes reflexively, staring intently at Silver Lake.

Roar! Seeing Silver Lake suddenly charge onto the field, the colossal Camel Dragon let out a deep, muffled roar!

Its stout, invincible iron hoof slammed down towards Silver Lake! "Ah!" The crowd flinched, unable to hold back loud cries of alarm.

Yet, with a light, agile sidestep, Silver Lake evaded the Dragon's massive hoof. Moreover, he maneuvered himself behind the beast!

"What excellent skill," Jian Wu and Jidu sighed in admiration. Though it was a simple evasion, it fully demonstrated Silver Lake’s extraordinary courage and footwork.

Silver Lake’s spectacular performance earned him the most enthusiastic cheers from the entire audience. "Dominate it, Silver Lake, well done........." "Watch out you don't get trampled flat!" Everyone shouted encouragement for Silver Lake with fierce intensity.

"Hehe, relax," Silver Lake replied, waving grandly to the crowd with smug satisfaction. "This Camel Dragon horn, I intend to dedicate it to the most beautiful maiden in the tribe, Doran." His gaze swung eagerly towards a corner of the arena.

"Roar! Silver Lake, Doran!

Silver Lake, Doran!" The crowd outside roared in unison. In that corner, a dozen Byron maidens shoved a girl with a flushed face forward to the edge of the platform.

"Doran is General Silver Lake's sweetheart. Perhaps today the General can win the beauty's hand," Silver Tide exclaimed excitedly beside me.

"In the Byron Tribe, hunting a Camel Dragon is considered proof of valor, and the horn is seen as the most meaningful sacred object. To win a woman's favor, one must prove himself a warrior.

If Doran accepts General Silver Lake soon, our Black Flag Legion will have a great joy to celebrate." "Fascinating," Jian Wu said, greatly intrigued. "Truly the fiercest of the Byron Tribe; even their method of courtship is so unique!" "Indeed.

The Byron clan is lauded as the most battle-ready nation on the continent, inseparable from this custom that has lasted ten thousand years. Only the strong earn respect," Jidu mused.

"Only this way can the fighting spirit and valor of the tribesmen remain vigorous." "Survival of the fittest; only the capable survive." I wholeheartedly agreed with Jidu and Jian Wu's viewpoint. Existence justifies itself.

The Byron Tribe being hailed as one of the most warlike fifty years ago must have an underlying reason. This Dragon Fighting activity alone reveals the incredible wisdom and foresight of the Byron ancestors in inventing this contest that integrates courage and martial skill, carrying it on as a grand, inherited tradition to this day.

As we spoke, the atmosphere in the arena was driven to its zenith by Silver Lake's bold declaration of affection! The cheers grew more fervent, more frenzied.

The surrounding clamor seemed to further enrage the Camel Dragon in the arena. Trapped within the temporary beast-fighting enclosure built of solid ebony and stone platforms, there was nothing but Silver Lake.

The maddened Camel Dragon had no outlet for its fury but Silver Lake himself. The Camel Dragon let out several more angry roars, its massive body chasing Silver Lake wildly.

However, Silver Lake was not slow either, darting around the arena perimeter. The man and the beast instantly engaged in a high-speed chase.

It was a pity that while the Camel Dragon was enormous, it lacked the agility and nimbleness of Silver Lake. Its huge iron hooves could never connect, while Silver Lake circled the beast continuously.

"I see now," Jidu and Jian Wu realized Silver Lake's Dragon Fighting technique after just a few glances. I, too, grasped some of the essence.

Clearly, Silver Lake was effortlessly dodging the Camel Dragon’s attacks, relying on superior reflexes and speed. Furthermore, he was skilled in his evasion, always keeping himself near the beast, looping around to its blind spots.

This forced the Camel Dragon’s immense body into clumsy, difficult maneuvers whenever it tried to turn and stomp on him. Worse, these repeated turns and stomps not only failed to connect but only served to incite the Dragon further into a furious rage.

The more enraged it became, the larger its stomping motions grew. After only a few dozen laps, the Camel Dragon's massive bulk began to slow due to the intense pursuit and stomping, its gasps becoming heavy and strained.

This instantly reminded me of the Spanish matadors from my previous life. Although Silver Lake was not using a red cape, the tactical mindset was startlingly similar.

The Camel Dragon had now been drained of significant energy and appeared utterly exhausted! "The Camel Dragon has lost a great deal of stamina," Silver Frost stated.

"General Silver Lake is about to unleash his ultimate move." "Ultimate move." My eyes widened instinctively as I locked onto Silver Lake's figure. Not only I, but Jidu and Jian Wu were intensely curious how Silver Lake intended to conquer such a massive Camel Dragon.

Soon, the Camel Dragon’s furious, exasperated roars echoed again. Silver Lake had seized the opportunity afforded by the Dragon’s deceleration: he sprang onto its back, his body coiled like a bow drawn to its limit, and kicked down savagely onto the Dragon's enormous head!

Thud! Rumble!

With a dull, heavy impact, the Camel Dragon’s colossal body crashed to the ground, unable to rise again. In the instant the beast was stunned, Silver Lake vaulted up and delivered two more powerful kicks, striking the base of the Dragon’s two massive horns!

Crack! Two sharp snaps rang out.

The two horns, as thick as a man’s arms, were brutally kicked loose, falling to the ground! The entire sequence took only the blink of an eye, yet Jidu, Jian Wu, and I saw it with perfect clarity!

"Impressive legwork," Jidu commented. "The first kick stunned the Camel Dragon’s brain.

The subsequent two kicks hit the base of the horns with such force that even the keratin could not withstand it, causing them to snap." "Every powerful opponent has a weak spot," Silver Frost explained. "The Camel Dragon's weakness is a palm-sized indentation located just behind the ear on its head.

Once struck with sufficient force, even a giant like the Camel Dragon cannot endure it, resulting in it being knocked unconscious." "The indentation behind the Camel Dragon’s ear." I was greatly intrigued. "It feels much like the human temple point." "Temple point?" Silver Frost looked confused, as did Jidu and Jian Wu, all staring at me with bewilderment.

It was only then that I realized: this was not my original world, and naturally, no one here knew what the 'temple' referred to. Realizing this, I quickly recovered: "It seems the indentation behind the Camel Dragon's ear is indeed its vital spot." "Not just the Camel Dragon," Silver Frost added.

"For Saber-toothed Beasts and many other large predators, the area behind and near the ear is extremely vulnerable. A blow there will inevitably inflict massive damage." No wonder the Saber-toothed Beasts had head coverings, and the area behind their ears was encased in iron plating.

I finally noticed that even the mounts of the Saber-toothed Knights whose beasts lacked full armor still wore large headpieces, with the region near the ears being thoroughly protected by metal plating—it was specifically to shield this weakness! This realization immediately brought to mind the Mammoth King.

Was its weak point the same as the Saber-toothed Beasts? Due to the difference in size and skull structure, the armor fitted for the Saber-toothed Beasts looked utterly ill-suited and mismatched on the Mammoth King.

Especially its head, which was almost entirely exposed without any significant iron plating! I hadn't recognized this as a serious vulnerability before.

Now, seeing Silver Lake so easily topple a Camel Dragon, I couldn't help but shiver. If someone used the same technique on the Mammoth King, the outcome would be dire.

It seemed imperative to custom-make a set of armor for the Mammoth King! And thinking of armor reminded me of the Dragon Spear!

During my previous battle with Moruo Yinfeng, the Dragon Spear was severed, nearly resulting in Moruo Yinfeng impaling me. The memory still sent a chill down my spine.

It appeared that not only did I need custom armor for the Mammoth King, but I also needed a new, robust Dragon Spear—one that couldn't be so easily broken. As I drifted into thought, the crowd’s enthusiastic cheers erupted once more.

Silver Lake and the maiden named Doran were now encircled tightly by the populace. Silver Lake beamed with pride amidst the crowd, while Doran appeared sweetly shy.

It seemed they were indeed mutually smitten. Jidu and Jian Wu couldn't help but clap and cheer.

Following this, several more Camel Dragons were brought into the arena. Masters from the Black Flag Legion—from the Byron, Raging Flood, and Blood Wolf tribes—eagerly rushed in to showcase their skills.

The atmosphere instantly reached a fever pitch. After several rounds of Dragon Fighting, the indispensable musical and dance segment of the tribal grand ceremony followed.

Dozens of maidens, dressed in the combined attire of the three tribes, stepped gracefully into the arena! Their heads were adorned with crimson feathers, and they held small drums.

Strings of delicate, melodious bells were tied to their wrists, waists, and ankles, chiming softly with every movement. With their entrance, the frenzied celebration was thrust toward its climax!

I couldn't describe the dance; it was ancient, simple, yet possessed a grace and fluidity like thirty sprites dancing through the jungle, like thirty clusters of moving flames. It stirred the hearts of every man present and drove the women wild too.

Everyone involuntarily began swaying their bodies to the simple, brisk rhythm of the bells. Everyone could keenly feel the fiery, wind-like splendor of the dance, its inherent passion and spirit.

Eventually, the thirty-odd maidens were no longer confined to the stage but lightly leaped down, blending into the crowd outside the performance area. The thirty figures of beauty, like dozens of lovely butterflies or spirits, flitted among the ecstatic crowd.

Their charming gazes and lively movements sparked endless fantasies in everyone present. Sometimes they embodied the pure coyness of a playful girl, at others the melancholy of a lonely wife in her boudoir, or even the divine trance of a saint—constantly shifting, yet irresistibly alluring expressions, perfectly matched by their indescribably beautiful footwork.

Their steps, sometimes quick, sometimes slow, struck the ground with a rhythm that stirred the blood and desire, completely dominating the atmosphere and focusing every mind upon them. The flowing colored skirts, the soaring unbound hair, the willow-soft arms and slender waists, the soul-snatching eyes—they made one forget whether they were on earth or in heaven.

Everyone was lost in the moment, dancing with abandon. The world blurred at that instant!

When I snapped back to reality, I found myself involuntarily caught up in the frenzied rhythm and melody. Even more astonishingly, I was currently holding Silver Frost tight around her waist.

The gazes of those around us were ambiguous, especially from Jidu and Yin He, the two old fellows, who wore strangely triumphant, conspiratorial smiles. Looking down at Silver Frost trapped in my embrace, she was practically a steamed shrimp, her face beet-red.

Her expressive, lively eyes stared blankly at me, seemingly stunned by my bold action. Yet, gazing at the shy, anxious, yet peerlessly beautiful profile turned slightly toward me, I felt an urge I couldn't release, a need to hold her tighter.

Could this be what they called a racing heart and a jolt of electricity? I could clearly feel my heartbeat accelerating, my body temperature rising, accompanied by a disorienting panic.

I didn't know whether to push her away or hold her closer. In my twenty-six years across two lives, no one had ever given me such a marvelous sensation.

I could barely believe such a wondrous feeling could arise within me. It was an utterly foreign experience.

I once adored the gentle breeze of spring, deeply loving the fragrant air it carried. I once loved the flowers of summer, deeply loving their vibrant blooming.

I thought that was true beauty, the purest beauty granted by nature, devoid of desire or impurity. But the sensation Silver Frost provided was entirely new: shy, like a lotus bud about to open; soft as the wind; brilliant as a flower; graceful as the breeze; dazzling as snow.

It felt like the faintest tremor resonating from the deepest part of my soul! It stirred within me an impulse to possess her forever, regardless of consequence.

Could this be the feeling of a beating heart? Could this be true love!

For a moment, I was stunned by my own somewhat absurd realization.

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