Chapitre 167: Dragons Will Be Dragons

"It seems you are indeed the enemy…"

As Rey spoke, he brought out a sword seemingly out of thin air.

The blade was obsidian black, with several runes written on its flat surface. The runes glowed as he poured energy through its hilt.

This was one of the items he bought, and until now it was hidden in his [Inventory].

"… Filthy Dragon." Rey pointed his blade at his opponent, a wide grin on his face.

No one could see his smile, though.

The only thing evident to everyone was the grim mask of darkness that shrouded his face.

'I've seen your Stats and Skills. You're incredibly strong—stronger than anything I've ever faced. However…'

Rey felt relieved. Like a heavy weight had been lifted from his chest.

'… I can win!'

"What… are you?" The voice of the Dragon Commander—Jer'ard—rang in the air.

Rey took caution as he stared at him, though he gave no response.

"Your presence… your power… it's difficult to assess."