Moving like a dragon-shaped fighter jet, the sixteen-meter-long White Dragon Mother brought with her a howling wind and ferocious power. Her strength surpassed Garon's.
At her age, spell-like abilities were merely a supplement; she primarily relied on the robust physique of a true dragon for combat, with her claws and teeth being her most potent weapons. Among all true dragons, although white dragons were considered the least powerful, they had their advantages.
Living in the cold climates of the tundra endowed white dragons with wider and sharper claws than other dragons, allowing them to move unaffected on slippery ice surfaces and to easily rip through the flesh and bones of their prey once they got a hold.
Moreover, compared to other dragons, white dragons were less intelligent, acting more on beast-like instinct. However, this misfortune was a blessing in disguise, as these instincts made them natural-born hunters.
Once they sensed an opponent's weakness and gained an advantage in battle, white dragons could become significantly more threatening.
Now, with her mind set on teaching her eldest son a harsh lesson, the fiery anger in the White Dragon Mother's eyes had almost completely vanished, replaced by an indifferent pale yellow gaze as she observed every move Garon made.
Seeing her in this state, Garon felt a chill in his heart, knowing she had put aside her pride and was fully committed to this mother-son battle.
As the White Dragon Mother lunged at him, Garon swiftly ascended, then turned and spiraled.
Like a white line piercing through the blizzard, he swiftly arced, shifting from in front of her to behind her in a few breaths.
The White Dragon Mother quickly turned around, her gaze locked onto Garon.
At the same time, Garon unleashed a breath of frost.
The icy blue beam of light charged directly at the White Dragon Mother's wings.
But this time, his repetition of tactics did not succeed. As the Frost Dragon Breath was about to reach her, she barely dodged it, guided by her instinctual combat response. Having been tricked once, the White Dragon Mother was now on guard.
As she evaded Garon's dragon breath, she too opened her mouth, a glaring icy blue light brewing and rising around her, rapidly cooling the surrounding air.
Seconds later, a thicker, longer Frost Dragon Breath erupted from her mouth.
Boom!
A large conical breath covered Garon like a blanket.
The dragon breath moved swiftly, one of the most threatening attacks of dragonkind. Even with Garon's fivefold speed, he could not outpace the breath.
"Much stronger than my Frost Dragon Breath. Worthy of a nearly mature dragon," Garon mused as he watched the icy blue light fill his vision.
His movements quick and agile, he shifted laterally in a swoosh.
At the same time, the White Dragon Mother turned her neck, her body moving just as fast, her wide-ranging Frost Dragon Breath following her motions, leaving behind large patches of bone-chilling ice crystals in the air, continuously compressing Garon's space to maneuver.
Turning his head to see the White Dragon Mother and her Frost Dragon Breath drawing ever closer, Garon abruptly stopped and turned around, diving downwards, almost grazing the dragon breath as he aggressively moved closer to her.
With a puzzled look in her eyes, the White Dragon Mother saw Garon's lips curl up into a side smile directed at her.
The next second, as the White Dragon Mother turned her neck and the Frost Dragon Breath was about to engulf Garon, now within arm's reach, an invisible and intangible wave suddenly burst out, spreading in all directions from Garon.
Time stop!
In an instant, a twenty-meter radius around Garon fell into a time-stopped state.
Just on the edge of the time-stopped area, the White Dragon Mother was frozen in mid-air, along with the goose-feather-like snowflakes and howling winds, and the icy blue trail of the conical Frost Dragon Breath also halted motionless.
Garon could clearly see each sharp ice crystal in the Frost Dragon Breath and feel the extreme cold it contained up close.
The White Dragon Mother now appeared like a vividly lifelike white sculpture, her face still showing a hint of confusion.
The scene with time frozen looked extraordinarily bizarre, as if in a dream rather than reality. Although it was the second time he had witnessed it, Garon was still amazed at the powerful effect of this ability.
Due to the high consumption of time energy by the time stop, Garon didn't have time to admire the scene.
Looking at the time-frozen White Dragon Mother, a bold idea formed in his mind, and he grinned fiercely.
Then, Garon dashed forward, quickly moving behind the White Dragon Mother.
The next second, time resumed its flow.
In the newly howling winds, the White Dragon Mother blinked her eyes, turning her head in confusion, momentarily stopping her dragon breath attack.
Suddenly, she heard the fl
apping of dragon wings right behind her.
The sound was so close, almost right next to her.
The White Dragon Mother was shocked.
She couldn't understand how Garon had suddenly disappeared from her field of vision, only to reappear behind her without any warning.
Before she could regain her senses to counterattack, Garon's two dragon claws clenched into fists, raised high, and slammed down hard on the White Dragon Mother's skull.
Mighty Strike Cracks the Skull!
Thud!
The face-to-face strike was powerful enough to crack some of the scales on the White Dragon Mother's head, jarring her brain and causing her to moan in pain. Her head felt heavy and dizzy, her vision blurred, and the wind in her ears sounded more piercing than ever.
She struggled to control her body, wobbling as if drunk, and her body swayed as she fell again.
When she hit the ground, her heavy body compressed the thick snow into a dragon-shaped outline of solid ice.
However, the physical resilience of dragons was strong, and the White Dragon Mother shook her head, her dizziness quickly fading.
Watching this, Garon thought, "Still not strong enough, otherwise I could have knocked her out with one punch."
He didn't give the White Dragon Mother time to recover, his body moving like a cannonball as he dived straight down, rapidly closing in on her.
Then, Garon crashed into the White Dragon Mother with force. Despite being several sizes smaller, his body lifted hers off the ground, their rolling causing snow to scatter all around, leaving long trenches in the landscape.
Taking advantage of the White Dragon Mother's disorientation, Garon, after flipping her over, directly pinned her to the snow-covered ground. His dragon claws clenched into fists, he started pummeling her head from left to right.
Thud!
A left hook shifted the White Dragon Mother's head to the left.
Before she could fully turn, another right hook came.
Thud, thud, thud.
Garon, still in his accelerated state, landed punches on the White Dragon Mother's head like a pile driver, with a flurry of punches and the dull sound of flesh impacts echoing non-stop.
Had it not been for Garon's accelerated state only increasing the flow of time without matching the kinetic energy of his punches to real-world speeds, a couple of punches might have been enough to finish off the White Dragon Mother.