Bab 362: Danger!

"No." He shook his head.

"Just one." Elliot said. "You can pick which one."

"No." He shook his head once more.

"If you win, I will give you a drop of my blood." Elliot said.

"Ehm. Well…" Saint Dul'Akharat struggled mightily as his unwillingness to showcase all of his strength in public, which was what would definitely happen if he were to fight with Elliot's Darklight Primal, warred with his desire for Elliot's Prehistoric Grade bloodline.

Elliot immediately understood his unwillingness.

"A private battle then. Just you, me, and the Dragon Primal involved." Elliot said.

"Deal." Saint Dul'Akharat agreed immediately without hesitation.

"Good." Elliot said with satisfaction. He really wanted to see if his Dragon Primal had the strength to compete with Saints!

Both of them turned their attention back to the Dragon Primals whose strength were still skyrocketing without pause.