Chapter 37

Francis ignored Alexander's advice. He didn't hide or run away. Instead, he turned around, pointing his sword at the silver dragon flying towards him. There was no fear in his eyes or face.

"Come on, fight me, damn dragon!" Francis shouted angrily. He attacked the dragon brutally.

The silver dragon tried to approach him, its legs ready to grab Francis' head. Its mouth was wide open when Francis' sword cut its leg; no sound came out of its throat, and it was also frustrated because it couldn't spit out a hot fireball.

“Die! Die!” Francis pointed his sword at the silver dragon with killing intent burning in his chest as if he was dueling his enemy or someone who had angered him. He wasn't that cruel when he fought the black dragon that died a few minutes ago.

The silver dragon twisted his body, wagging his tail left and right, and turned his head toward Francis. He really hoped that his tail could slap or punch Francis until the young man flew away and lay on the ground.

However, what t
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