Chapitre 275: Nihilus, The Suited Devil

"A fake!"

Arthur's words of mockery caused a deathly silence to descend upon the Arena, in which even the sound of a heartbeat was as loud as the engine of a Dragon's roar. A wide smile hung on the crimson-eyed man's lips.

Bob's expression of rage devolved into the bashfulness of a young girl. A scarlet glow appeared on his cheeks, but that was only the beginning of it.

"I'm not a Fake!" Bob roared, his mere soundwaves causing unparalleled, raw lightning to descend. Despite his rather unsightly appearance, Bob still maintained the Noble air of a Dragon.

His pride was equivalent to that of the superior species, no doubt.

But was the blood running in the veins of the Dragons?

'No, it isn't,' Arthur concluded, retracting [Divine Sense]. The sensory ability allowed Arthur to peek into what Bob's body was composed of. The scales covering his body like armor were not true Dragon Scales.