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

In an open space not far from the market entrance, a wizard named Matthew Anderson blocked the blue dragon's path.

His grey apprentice robe fluttered in the wind, revealing the leather armor underneath.

The grayish-green, scaly growths on the side of the neck gleamed unhealthily in the sunlight, resembling some kind of spreading mold.

Matthew's chest rose and fell slightly from the explosive sprint, and his breathing was a little rapid, indicating that he had clearly exerted himself considerably.

However, his gaze remained unusually steady.

His gaze was cold and focused, like a venomous snake locking onto its prey, firmly fixed on Motu and Una.

His gaze first swept sharply over the animal skin bag that Motu had just tied up and tucked under his scales, then moved upwards, sweeping over Motu's body covered in dark blue scales, his golden vertical pupils, and the broad dragon wings folded behind him.

Then I quickly made a judgment in my mind.

"A first-tier dragon bloodline with a bloodline concentration not exceeding 30%".

His lips twitched slightly, his tone carrying an air of knowing understanding.

"No wonder they need to find a dragonman to buy Thunderwood because they can't get into the market."

After saying that, he turned his head to look at Una, and a slight twitch appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"We meet again, little girl."

Una's body stiffened abruptly.

Her fingers gripped the basket handle tightly, her knuckles turning white. The dark gray scales seemed to have faded in the sunlight, turning grayish-white.

Seeing the dragon girl's fearful expression, Matthew chuckled and immediately stopped paying attention to her, refocusing his gaze on the blue dragon.

The gray-robed wizard stretched out his right hand, fingers spread, palm facing upward, as if demanding something that rightfully belonged to him.

Give me the paulownia wood.

His tone was flat, yet carried a forceful, commanding air, as if he were instructing a lowly servant.

"I was the one who liked it first."

Having escaped the constraints of the market rules, Matthew clearly had little patience for those of lower status than him.

Motu ignored his outstretched hand, and simply tightened the opening of the animal skin bag again to make sure it was firmly secured under the scales.

The appearance of this person also explains the strange behavior of the dragon girl who ran out of the market in a panic.

Even without entering the Blackwood Market with Una and witnessing the true situation of buying Thunderwood, Motu had already guessed some of the details.

Therefore, Lanlong's tone was exceptionally calm at this moment: "You take a look first, I'll buy it first."

Regardless of the truth, since Una took the items from the Blackwood Market and handed them to him, he couldn't possibly hand them over again in front of her.

After he finished speaking, Matthew stared at the blue dragon and remained silent for a full two seconds.

Refuse.

Another rejection.

The stall owner refused him, the cowardly dragonman refused him, and now, even this low-level dragon bloodline that appeared out of nowhere dares to refuse him!

The successive frustrations, like icy tides, repeatedly washed over his already tense and fragile nerves, tormented by the mutation.

His face still didn't show any sign of rage, but something deep within his eyes had completely changed.

It was no longer a simple urgency or anger, but a deeper, more dangerous coldness, like a bowstring that snaps suddenly after being stretched to its limit, leaving only pure and sharp killing intent.

Matthew wasted no more words.

He reached into his robes and quickly pulled out a dark green card, about the size of a palm, with a faint glow around its edges.

On the front of the card, a ferocious lizard with rough scales, yellowish eyes, and viscous venom dripping from its mouth is depicted with refined brushstrokes, perched in a murky swamp.

He precisely pinched the card between his index and middle fingers and pressed it against the center of his chest without hesitation.

The moment the card touched the object, it did not bounce off or slide off, but rather sank silently into the still water like a pebble thrown into calm water!

It leaves only a green, shimmering trace on the skin's surface that fades quickly and eventually disappears completely.

Then, something unexpected happened!

His ten fingers began to twist and elongate visibly!

The nails grow wildly, becoming thicker and harder, with the tips curving into sharp hooks.

The knuckles are abnormally protruding and deformed, and the skin surface is covered with a dense, rough, dull, scaly layer of keratin that looks like leather corroded by strong acid at an alarming rate!

The grayish-green, abnormally proliferating area on the side of his neck was now slightly swollen, as if viscous liquid was flowing inside, emitting an even more unsettling smell mixed with rotten earth and a fishy sweetness.

The Swamp Poison Lizard's mutated bloodline ability—[Localized Lizardification]!

The battle erupted in the next instant, without warning or any unnecessary probing.

The opponent's speed far exceeded Motu's expectations.

The first diagonal slash came from the left with a piercing shriek as it tore through the air!

Motu reacted extremely quickly, his left forearm instantly turning metal and stretching horizontally in front of him—

"Clang—!!"

A deafening clang of metal clashing rang out!

The expected successful parry brought no peace of mind; an overwhelming force surged through the distorted claws!

Motu felt a violent jolt in his left arm, and his entire massive body was shaken violently. He staggered half a step to the right, and a clear shallow furrow was plowed into the hard gravel ground beneath his feet!

The second claw followed immediately, at an even more tricky angle!

Motu's old strength had dissipated and new strength had not yet been generated, so his blocking action was half a beat slow!

"Sizzle!"

The dull thud of claws tearing through scales!

Matthew's deformed claws, covered in rough keratin and curved like hooks, slashed viciously across the junction of Motu's left shoulder blade and upper arm!

The tough, dark blue scales shattered instantly, the skin tore open, and a gruesome wound deep enough to expose bone appeared!

Large gushes of dark red dragon blood gushed out like a spring, dripping down his forearm and splashing onto the grayish-white gravel with a dense and chilling thud.

Motu grunted and took a quick step back.

He didn't even glance at the shocking wound. His golden vertical pupils, like the most precise instruments, were fixed on Matthew's every subtle movement, capturing the trajectory of muscle exertion and signs of energy flow.

The third encounter!

Motu stopped blocking and, as the opponent launched another powerful claw attack, he twisted his body and dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the claw's edge!

At the same time, his right claw, which had been gathering momentum for a long time, clenched into a fist, and with the power of twisting his whole body, it slammed into Matthew's unsuspecting right rib like a heavy hammer!

The instant the fist touched the leather armor and body, the dark blue arc of electricity accumulated at the tip of the claw erupted like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, at almost zero distance!

"Sizzle—!"

The electric arc hits precisely!

Matthew's body stiffened abruptly as the intense electric shock paralyzed his muscles, causing a momentary, uncontrollable freeze!

The rhythm of the movements was disrupted!

Without the slightest hesitation, Motu used the recoil to flap his wings slightly and retreat several meters, widening the distance once again.

However, Matthew recovered from his negative state incredibly quickly.

In less than two seconds, the limbs that had been stiffened by numbness regained control.

He twisted his ribs where he had been struck, and a trickle of dark red blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. But instead of showing any pain, the light in his eyes became even more intense and dangerous, like that of an enraged beast.

"Heh...that's interesting."

He stuck out his scarlet tongue, licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, grinned maliciously, and pounced on the enemy again like a cannonball!