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Was there a point in watching the fight?
It would definitely be interesting to see how August fought, since he didn't have many opportunities to show off his skill, but it would definitely make more of an impact to see how he responded to geniuses on his own level.
These dragons, while they were strong enough to run the streets, they didn't hold a candle to people who could participate in the heir wars.
If they got on the bad side of any of those geniuses, they'd lose more than just their lives.
There was a reason why they stayed in the outskirts and preyed on the weak. They didn't have any sort of standing in the ocean that was the real world, so they had to rely on the hierarchy they'd created for themselves in the small pond they inhabited.
For August, they were just target practice.
His physical ability alone was enough to take care of them. Considering that Damien was a close-combat enjoyer and he taught August how to fight, August's martial ability was undoubted.
His elemental ability, his talent in utilizing mana, was what he wanted to practice. Not because it was worse than his martial talent, but because that was where he wanted to specialize.
It was obvious since he was a child how much August loved mana. Naturally, he was going to become someone who used it as his main combat technique.
The offensive capabilities of water needed to be discovered by its users. For most, this meant using it to create projectiles.
Qinglong needed to find different methods. He was a dragon. Naturally, his techniques would reflect his lineage.
He started with the basic skills of a dragon and evolved them to work with his element. From there, he expanded and expanded until he and an entire repertoire of attacks that nobody outside of his species would ever be able to utilize.
Now, August had those skills as a basis to create his own unique arsenal.
It wasn't necessary, but it was part of his ambition.
A few shady dragons in some random street far away from any prying eyes were perfect for testing and learning what needed to be changed.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThat was the only worth they had for August.
He didn't view their battle as any more than it was.
There were five of them against only one of him. As they focused on their obvious advantages, August surprised them by attacking first.
A stream of water appeared on the ground, unseen in the darkness, and when it reached them, it stabbed upward and incapacitated one of the thugs.
August shot forward before the rest could react. He grabbed another one's face and slammed water into his orifices and pores.
The scream that followed was…not pleasant. Anyone who saw the battle and instantly turned their eyes away.
It was confirmed within a second that August wasn't a target. He wasn't someone they should've touched.
These five would be the only ones facing consequences because they were the only five stupid enough to do something without confirming anything about their opponent.
August did everything in one motion.
All of his combat against other sentient beings had just been against Damien, but that was only a part of his training.
More than sparring, he was out in the mountains fighting the creatures Damien summoned to challenge him.
They weren't just wolves and pigs anymore, either. They were powerful creatures with more than enough ability to fatally injure him.
August had become used to fighting against packs. He was always standing with six or more enemies on the other side, and to properly defeat them without being defeated himself, he was forced to learn how to maneuver in battle.
August's real power came out when he was faced with multiple enemies. The fluidity of his movements could be used to their full potential in such a setting.
The last three of the thugs lost their will to fight when they saw two of their friends fall within a few seconds. Neither of them was dead, but both had serious injuries that wouldn't heal with a month or two of recovery.
They already wanted to run, but August had no plan to let them.
The ground dampened, and while the rest had their steps slowed as the dirt became mud, August slid across the water particles on the surface and used them to propel himself forward.
Two of them were right next to each other. They made it incredibly easy for him.
August arrived between them and raised his hands.
Water flowed out and grabbed one of them by the neck. The other was punched in the face. Water rushed into his throat and suffocated him until he passed out, only returning to August's hands when he was on the ground.
The last one was already running.
He turned on his heel the instant August moved towards his friends and bolted with everything he had.
Though, August didn't mind. He was holding the perfect projectile.
A dragon flew through the air, though not with his own wings. He was manhandled by a water claw and whipped into the air on a perfect trajectory to crash into his fleeing comrade.
Neither of them would be incapacitated by an attack like that. It was more than likely that they walked away unharmed.
Still, August didn't give chase. It just wasn't worth it against opponents who'd lost their will to fight.
His mind had already moved on to different things.
'It's still not right.'
August found a critical flaw in his techniques.
Well, it wasn't so much of a flaw as it was a difference.
'My techniques are too much like Dad's.'
Ever since that fateful day when August was still a young child, Damien had taken special care to make sure he taught August according to draconic ideologies, only mixing in human ideologies where he felt they were absolutely necessary.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHowever, August had always adored his father. He strived to be like him, and due to that, when he developed his fighting style, he subconsciously mimicked him.
That meant his techniques were more like what a human would use.
There wasn't really a problem with this, especially since draconic techniques came out naturally when he was in his true form, but it did lead to a strange predicament.
August couldn't use Qinglong's techniques when he was in his human form, nor could he interpolate them into something useful.
'I originally thought it would be easier when I'm actually fighting, but that's not the case.'
Perhaps he was never destined to follow the same path as his ancestor.
'But...will I have to do it all from scratch?'
August personally experienced how hard it was for Qinglong to create a completely new style. He didn't want to do the same if he didn't have to.
'Then again, I guess I don't.'
Qinglong left a legacy that allowed his descendants to see what an Azure Dragon could do. Damien gave him a unique thought process that allowed him to see the world from many different perspectives.
With their guidance and experience, August already had something of a path in front of him.
'It's just up to me to define it.'
In the end, he did gain something useful from his fight.
His mentality improved, and more importantly, the common street thugs wouldn't lay their hands on him anymore.
All in all, despite being short and unexciting, it was a fight worth having.
Now that it was over, August was already back on track.
He had come here to find out some truths, didn't he?
He wasn't planning to leave until he'd done exactly that.