On the training field, Leon and the dragon ancestor stood facing each other, a hundred meters apart.
"I won't hold back this time, Fated One," the dragon ancestor said with a laugh as he stretched.
Leon chuckled softly, rubbing his wrist. "Don't worry, dragon ancestor. Use everything you've got. I'm not the same as I was before."
Clad in a black robe that draped over his body, he exuded a confident aura.
The intense training he had undergone since arriving in Eryuentium had transformed Leon's temperament.
Where his expression once seemed careless and arrogant, now he appeared calm and composed—though a trace of pride still lingered in his gaze.
"Good!" the dragon ancestor exclaimed with excitement. He clenched his fists and shouted, "In that case, I'll make the first move!"
With those words, he dashed forward and delivered a heavy punch to Leon's chest.
*Bang!*
Leon crossed his arms and blocked the strike, holding his ground without budging an inch.
