Reincarnated as a blue dragon, he collided head-on with a wizarding civilization.

Seeing the old crocodile's nonchalant attitude, Shark White was so angry that its scales bristled.

"you--"

It took a step forward, wanting to curse a few more times, but when it saw the crocodile's heavy tail swaying on the surface of the water, it instinctively shrank its neck.

Just then, Motu, who had been silent all along, took a step forward.

Just one step.

The shallow-water crocodile's eyelids snapped open.

It sensed it.

The blue dragon's aura was off.

It is not a rotten seed.

It is of the first order.

The shallow-water crocodile raised its head from the pebbles, and its yellowish-brown vertical pupils suddenly contracted.

It stared intently at Motu, a low growl emanating from its throat, and the plate-like scales on its carapace twitched slightly—a natural reaction to its tension.

A first-tier dragon bloodline.

Having lived in this dark forest for so many years, the shallow-water crocodile knew very well what this meant.

There is a natural chasm between dragon-blooded and non-dragon-blooded races.

Even at the same level, the Dragonblood species' strength, speed, and defense far surpass those of ordinary magical beasts.

This is a difference in bloodline, something etched into one's very bones.

It had just thought the two little cubs were insignificant. But now, the aura emanating from the blue dragon made it instinctively uneasy.

Dragon bloodline beings are considered one of the most troublesome enemies of the same level.

The shallow-water crocodile's tail stopped wagging.

It was silent for a while, as if it was thinking about something.

Then, it did something that left Shark White speechless.

It lowered its head.

The enormous head, covered in plate-like scales, slowly lowered, almost touching the pebbles.

"Mmm...mmm..."

It made indistinct sounds, as if it were saying something.

Motu frowned.

The shallow-water crocodile grunted a few more times, then used its forelimbs to paw at the pebbles around it, pulled out two struggling river fish from under the dead tree roots, and pushed them in front of Motu.

It raised its head, and its brownish-yellow eyes even held a hint of... submission?

"What...what is it doing?"

Shark White poked half its head out from behind Motu, looking completely bewildered.

Motu lowered his eyes to look at the fish on the ground, and after a moment of silence, said, "It's apologizing."

"apologize?!"

Shark White's eyes widened instantly, his tone filled with disbelief.

"Just two ordinary river fish? That's such a perfunctory offer!"

The shallow-water crocodile seemed to understand Shark White's words, and quickly made a few more grunting noises. Its thick tail gently swept across the ground, first pointing to the depths of the dark river bend, then pointing to its mouth full of sharp teeth, clumsily making a swallowing motion.

"It means..."

Mo Tu frowned slightly, accurately interpreting the other party's intentions.

"The Frost Serpent we stole last month is already in our stomachs and can't be spat out anymore."

These two fish were just caught by it today; consider it an apology.

"Pah! That's utterly ridiculous!"

Shark White suddenly leaped half a step out from behind Mo Tu and roared righteously,

"Trading a rare Frost Serpent for two worthless fish?! Are you trying to fob me off like a beggar?!"

That snake was our prey that we'd been waiting for for three days! Do you know what three days means?!

Three days! The two of us squatted in that shabby tree hollow for three days!!

If it weren't for the black catfish riots that happened to cause the fish to swim upstream, you wouldn't have had a chance to pick up the scraps!

Shark White was furious when he talked about it. The prey he had finally caught was snatched away by this old crocodile in the chaos.

It was a day later before the riots subsided, and the fish had already swum away in the turbulent waters.

Still unwilling to give up, it followed the river upstream, finally catching sight of the old crocodile, only to discover that the crocodile had already advanced to the next level. So it had no choice but to give up for the time being.

"It's delicious."

The old crocodile pointed at the two fish, conveying a hint of grievance.

The white shark's eyes widened, and in a fit of anger and laughter, it took a step forward and suddenly kicked two river fish away, sending them flying in all directions, splashing water everywhere.

"Delicious? No matter how delicious it is, it can't compare to that Frost Serpent!"

The white dragon, who was arguing fiercely, was about to say something more when he suddenly felt a jolt all over his body. His scales suddenly burst open, and he frantically used all four limbs to escape backward, letting out a short, panicked scream.

It turned out that the shallow-water crocodile, seeing that the other party refused to accept the apology and was so aggressive, instantly realized that the other party would not let the matter rest today.

The act of kicking the fish away had exhausted its remaining rationality and patience, completely igniting its anger and ferocity.

The next instant, the thick, massive crocodile tail suddenly lashed out violently, striking the white shark with immense force!

The crocodile tail was over two meters long, thick and solid, like an incredibly hard giant bone hammer. It sliced ​​through the air with a piercing whistling sound as it swept in with brutal force.

The smooth pebbles along the way were struck hard by the tip of the tail, shattering instantly, with fragments flying everywhere in a terrifying display of force.

The expected excruciating pain, however, did not come.

It was simply because Motu took a step forward.

He didn't dodge at all, nor did he make any unnecessary movements to raise his hand to block. He simply calmly turned his body to the side and placed his sturdy left claw firmly in front of the white shark, blocking all its attacks.

"Bang--!"

A deep, heavy, violent impact resounded, causing the surrounding ground to tremble slightly.

The crocodile's thick tail, swung with all its might, struck Motu's left arm squarely and without reservation.

Shark White huddled tightly behind Mo Tu, his eyes wide open, his heart pounding, already prepared to see Mo Tu get violently slapped away.

The expected retreat and stagger did not occur at all.

The blue dragon stood firmly and motionless from beginning to end.

The scales on his left arm suddenly darkened the moment they collided with the crocodile's tail. The original warm, dark blue luster quickly faded, and they were completely covered by a cold, hard, and heavy bluish-gray metallic texture.

This suddenly hardened metallic scale, like an indestructible, thick iron wall, firmly withstood all the brute force of the shallow-water crocodile's all-out attack without losing a single drop of power.

Even after taking such a heavy blow, he did not retreat even half a step.

Shark White stared at the scene with its mouth agape, both surprised and delighted.

"...Is this the Iron Body defense of a first-tier magical beast? That's incredibly strong..."

Motu ignored Shark White's astonishment.

His gaze was indifferent, and his eyes showed no emotion as he looked at the shallow-water crocodile.

His purpose in coming here was never to apologize.

He needs a crystal core from a first-tier water-type magical beast.

The shallow-water crocodile in front of him had just advanced to the next level a month ago, and since it wasn't a dragon bloodline, its strength was limited, making it a perfect target for his mission.

A soft target that can be easily manipulated.

Shark White rambled on and on, but it was all for nothing.

From the moment you step onto this pebble beach, the outcome is already predetermined.

The shallow-water crocodile's vertical pupils contracted violently.

It used at least seven-tenths of its strength in that last tail strike; even a non-dragon bloodline of the same level would stagger if it were hit by it.

But this blue dragon, after enduring the attack head-on, didn't even retreat, and its expression didn't even change.

It truly lives up to its reputation as a predator with ancient blood flowing through its veins.

The shallow-water crocodile let out a deep roar from its throat, and it stretched out its limbs, its rugged carapace slowly rising from the pebble beach.

Blue Dragon's vertical, icy pupils held no emotion, and from his indifferent gaze, Shallow Crocodile finally realized that this matter couldn't be settled simply by paying for two fish and backing down.

But it did not back down.

A first-tier magical beast has its dignity, especially since this riverbank is its territory that it has guarded for three years.

The murky river water was stirred into ripples by its increasingly heavy breathing, and the pebbles made a crunching sound under its claws.

The ferocity befitting a predator was seeping out from beneath its taut scales.

"Step back," Motu said without turning his head.

The white shark behind him vanished in a flash. Ten steps away, behind a withered tree, only half of its face, trembling with excitement, peeked out, its vertical pupils shining brightly in the shadows.

"Take it down! Beat it to death!"

It howled in its hoarse voice, "Tear this tin crawler apart!"