Facing these young black dragons, Mo Fei felt much more relaxed.
He casually picked out a black dragon.
"You, what is your ability?"
"Lord Nesario, I major in Shadow Flame."
"Shadow Flame? Why not the Dragon Race flames? You youngsters nowadays, all of you don't learn well, mixing all sorts of messy abilities into your Dragon Breath. Let me tell you, that's not the proper way. Flames should be pure; only then will they be powerful..."
"Lord Nesario, there's really no helping it. More and more mortal mages are starting to learn Flame Barriers, resist flames, that kind of protective magic. Simple Dragonfire is easily countered, so..."
"Humph, you're just making excuses for yourself. If you trained hard enough, even a Flame Barrier would not be able to withstand your Dragonfire. The young dragons of today always think of taking shortcuts... I can't be bothered with you."
