When had a King level warrior ever struck so much fear into not one, not two but THREE Hegemons all at the same time?
As a full fledged dragon, Elliot could smell fear like the smell of concentrated piss in a small room.
And with Elliot's extremely unique dragon bloodline, sooner or later, he would be smelling literal piss from his opponents who had wet themselves in fear.
At that moment, although Black, Yellow and White hadn't wet themselves, Elliot could sense their growing fear of him very acutely.
"Damn it. I need them to unleash their most powerful attacks on me. How the heck am I supposed to know just how powerful I have become if I don't have strong enemies to push me to the very edge?" Elliot muttered very audibly.
"Maybe I should just gauge my power by how much of their dead bodies remain after I unleash my attack?" Elliot gazed at the three Hegemons with a slight frown on his face.
