Chapter 19 Magical Effect

As soon as the Scarlet Flame Dragon laid eyes on the little beast, it roared in a panic and immediately
lost control, as if threatened by a formidable enemy. It rushed towards the little beast, preparing
another fire attack in its mouth. It seemed much more forceful than before.

Mia's eyes widened in surprise at the sight of this. She tried to calm down the Scarlet Flame Dragon
but that was totally unsuccessful.

When Rocky saw that his little beast was in danger, he struggled to stand up and scooped it into his
arms in a flash. At this very moment, a furious ball of fire blasted out of the Scarlet Flame Dragon's
mouth. The flames engulfed Rocky in a matter of seconds.

"Oh no!" Mia was caught off guard.

The others on the spot were awestruck with amazement to see such a powerful scene as well.

Scorching heat overwhelmed Rocky. He could see nothing but raging flames around him, as if he were
in the depths of hell. The conflagration seemed to melt him into ashes. His skin was burned black, and
the pain almost killed him.

"Is this the end of me? No, it can't be! I haven't done anything I want yet. How can I die like this? No!
No way!" Rocky's eyes lit up, his desire for life bursting out. Simultaneously, the Dragon Spirit Mark on
his left arm began sparkling. Shining ribbons surged up from the Dragon Spirit Mark and began to spin,
forming a forceful vortex. The vortex sucked up the flames in a flash!

The second the vortex absorbed it, a flicker of Rocky's dragon spiritual power broke out and began to
grow rapidly and fiercely.

Rocky, however, hadn't noticed the surge of his dragon spiritual power.



Mia, in the meantime, had succeeded in pacifying the Scarlet Flame Dragon. It was panting wildly,
smoke billowing out of its mouth.

Mia was stupefied to see that the furious flames disappeared suddenly. She left the Scarlet Flame
Dragon and walked to Rocky. "How has this happened?" she called out to him as she drew nearer.

"You are so cruel!" Rocky cradled the little beast in his arms and clenched his teeth as he looked up at
Mia, rage bubbling up in his chest.

"Are you all right? I didn't want this to happen," Mia said, pursing her lips. She hadn't expected her
Scarlet Flame Dragon to lose control at all.

Rocky's lip curled in anger and he ignored Mia. He then began checking whether his little beast had
been injured by the fire attack.

"Why did your war beast run out? The cage should be locked," Mia asked when she saw the poor little
beast. Although she hadn't figured out why the Scarlet Flame Dragon lost control, she was sure that it
had something to do with the sudden appearance of that little creature. If not for it, this wouldn't have
happened.

But what intrigued Mia was the very fact that such a little beast would come to protect its master as
soon as it noticed Rocky was in danger.

Typically, an untrained war beast was timid and scared in front of a stronger one, especially if it were a
dragon. Dragons were the most superior of the spiritual creatures, after all. The Scarlet Flame Dragon
would usually petrify other beasts, especially ones as low-ranked as Rocky's!

This little beast, however, showed no fear at all and even wanted to fight against the Scarlet Flame
Dragon to protect its master. There must be some special reason, unless it was just rather stupid.



"Nope! I didn't lock the cage," Rocky answered.

"You are so ridiculous! Don't you know how dangerous it is?" Mia was exasperated.

"Don't make it out to be my fault! You're the one to blame. You fooled me first," Rocky answered angrily.

"That was because you ignored my order!" Mia shouted, glaring at Rocky.

"Humph!" Rocky curled his lip in disagreement.

"Have you forgotten? You said you could reach the third grade of the Mysterious Dragon Skill in three
months. But look at you now! You can't even achieve that goal in over three years!" Mia yelled at him.

"I don't need you to remind me of that. In three months, you will see," Rocky sneered. He then stood up
with the little beast cradled in his arms and stomped away.

After returning to his room, Rocky put the little beast on his bed and then sat down next to it. He took
off his coat and was greeted with a large scar on his right arm. He could not help but gasp in pain.

"Is there a clinic around here?" Rocky muttered to himself. As he tried to get up, the little beast cried
and began licking Rocky's wound.

"Good boy! But your saliva is not medicinal," Rocky laughed, stroking its head. But after a few seconds,
he was utterly flabbergasted to discover that his scar had become smaller and the pain had been
alleviated.

"Holy moly! What a magical effect! Your saliva is amazing! How did that happen?" Rocky exclaimed,
and his science-loving mind aroused. He held up the little beast and began studying it. He then put it
down after a while, lost in thought. Rubbing his chin, Rocky murmured, "If only I had the equipment! I
would be able to extract your cells and study on your genes."



It seemed that the little beast understood what Rocky said, so it jumped out of Rocky's arms
immediately and curled up at the corner of the bed.

"Ha-ha! Don't worry, little guy! I will never dissect you and make you into a specimen," Rocky laughed.
A sudden thought occurred to him and he slid over to his little beast, gently flipping it over to check its
limbs.


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