Chapter 1633 Corruption [1]

Chapter 1633 Corruption [1]

Was there a point in watching the fight?

It would definitely be interesting to see how August fought, since he didn't have many opportunities to show off his skill, but it would definitely make more of an impact to see how he responded to geniuses on his own level.

These dragons, while they were strong enough to run the streets, they didn't hold a candle to people who could participate in the heir wars.

If they got on the bad side of any of those geniuses, they'd lose more than just their lives.

There was a reason why they stayed in the outskirts and preyed on the weak. They didn't have any sort of standing in the ocean that was the real world, so they had to rely on the hierarchy they'd created for themselves in the small pond they inhabited.

For August, they were just target practice.

His physical ability alone was enough to take care of them. Considering that Damien was a close-combat enjoyer and he taught August how to fight, August's martial ability was undoubted.

His elemental ability, his talent in utilizing mana, was what he wanted to practice. Not because it was worse than his martial talent, but because that was where he wanted to specialize.

It was obvious since he was a child how much August loved mana. Naturally, he was going to become someone who used it as his main combat technique.

The offensive capabilities of water needed to be discovered by its users. For most, this meant using it to create projectiles.

Qinglong needed to find different methods. He was a dragon. Naturally, his techniques would reflect his lineage.

He started with the basic skills of a dragon and evolved them to work with his element. From there, he expanded and expanded until he and an entire repertoire of attacks that nobody outside of his species would ever be able to utilize.

Now, August had those skills as a basis to create his own unique arsenal.

It wasn't necessary, but it was part of his ambition.

A few shady dragons in some random street far away from any prying eyes were perfect for testing and learning what needed to be changed.

That was the only worth they had for August.

He didn't view their battle as any more than it was.

There were five of them against only one of him. As they focused on their obvious advantages, August surprised them by attacking first.

A stream of water appeared on the ground, unseen in the darkness, and when it reached them, it stabbed upward and incapacitated one of the thugs.

August shot forward before the rest could react. He grabbed another one's face and slammed water into his orifices and pores.

The scream that followed was...not pleasant. Anyone who saw the battle and instantly turned their eyes away.

Well, it wasn't so much of a flaw as it was a difference.

'My techniques are too much like Dad's.'

Ever since that fateful day when August was still a young child, Damien had taken special care to make sure he taught August according to draconic ideologies, only mixing in human ideologies where he felt they were absolutely necessary.

However, August had always adored his father. He strived to be like him, and due to that, when he developed his fighting style, he subconsciously mimicked him.

That meant his techniques were more like what a human would use.

There wasn't really a problem with this, especially since draconic techniques came out naturally when he was in his true form, but it did lead to a strange predicament.

August couldn't use Qinglong's techniques when he was in his human form, nor could he interpolate them into something useful.

'I originally thought it would be easier when I'm actually fighting, but that's not the case.'

Perhaps he was never destined to follow the same path as his ancestor.

'But...will I have to do it all from scratch?'

August personally experienced how hard it was for Qinglong to create a completely new style. He didn't want to do the same if he didn't have to.

'Then again, I guess I don't.'

Qinglong left a legacy that allowed his descendants to see what an Azure Dragon could do. Damien gave him a unique thought process that allowed him to see the world from many different perspectives.

With their guidance and experience, August already had something of a path in front of him.

'It's just up to me to define it.'

In the end, he did gain something useful from his fight.

His mentality improved, and more importantly, the common street thugs wouldn't lay their hands on him anymore.

All in all, despite being short and unexciting, it was a fight worth having.

Now that it was over, August was already back on track.

He had come here to find out some truths, didn't he?

He wasn't planning to leave until he'd done exactly that.