Breeding Dragons From Today

The faces of the saint-level powerhouses revealed a look of disbelief.

As Oswede walked down, the young mage also continued to climb up.

And.

The speed of his ascent was even faster than Oswede's descent!

The two of them...

Were actually at the position of the 30th floor.

They met!

Staring at the pressure of the stairway of the gods, walking up ten steps was actually faster than the speed at which Oswede walked down five steps.

What kind of concept was this!

Everyone blinked their eyes in disbelief.

Among them was Oswede, who was currently on the steps.

This handsome young genius with a broad forehead and a generous temperament saw a young mage walking towards him with relaxed steps.

He was handsome but he looked very unfamiliar. Oswede had never seen him before.

Without waiting for Oswede to take a second look, the youth had already passed his position and walked up.

Oswede subconsciously wanted to turn back but a terrifying force came from the stairs and sent Oswede flying.

Oswede's lips curled into a bitter smile. He had forgotten.

On the stairway of the gods, if you gave up, you were not allowed to turn back.

Now, all they could see was the back of the young man in the mage robes.

There was only one thought left in Oswede's and the others' minds.

Who was this young man!

Joelson felt the pressure on his body become even greater. He estimated that the pressure had almost reached the late stage of the saint level.

His movements became slower as he walked.

This feeling became more obvious when Joelson reached the 34th step.

Joelson felt like he was carrying a mountain as he walked. If his body had not been modified by the secret technique of dragon's blood before he came in, he would have collapsed without using combat aura or magic.

No.

He could only use other powers.

Joelson thought to himself.

"I've reached the 34th step. The 35th step is right in front of me."

"Malcolm fell here. Can this mysterious youth pass through?"

"Oh, my Knight-King! He didn't even spend half the time as much as Oswede and Malcolm from the 10th to the 34th step!"

The saint-level powerhouses below the stairs kept exclaiming in surprise.

Oswede and the others who had failed the challenge and were about to leave also stayed behind. They stared at the figure on the stairs with serious expressions.

Especially Malcolm, who was very focused.

"Have you noticed?"

Suddenly, someone said, "Up until now, this young man has not shown any magic or combat aura. In other words, he has not used any magic or combat aura."

When the others heard this, their expressions became horrified.

"He has relied entirely on his physical strength to reach the 34th level!"

The entire place fell into a deathly silence.

This discovery was too shocking.

"I'm afraid that only the one from the Dragon Blood Clan can do this. He has not entered the dragonification state and reached the 35th level. What terrifying physical strength. He is simply a human-shaped magical beast!"

"Look!"

Someone exclaimed.

Everyone looked up and saw that the mysterious youth's hand was emitting a dazzling white-gold light. It was like a sharp blade cutting through the invisible space.

And he relied on this strength to step up several steps in a row!

The eyes of the people below the steps were about to pop out.

This was too terrifying!

The hearts of Oswede and Malcolm twitched violently.

The position that Joelson was standing at now was even higher than the thirty-seventh step, which had forced Oswede back and made him lose the confidence to advance.

The 38th step!

In an instant, he had crossed the 35th, 36th, and 37th steps in succession!

Oswede revealed a bitter smile. There were too many geniuses in the Saint Realm. He had almost reached the top among his peers in the central continent.

After entering the Saint Realm of saints, he had been constantly struck. Now, there was another one.

Joelson took a deep breath and calmed the surging blood in his body.

Relying on the sharpness of the platinum light, he cut through the invisible pressure in front of him and climbed up the thirty-eighth step in one breath.

The thirty-ninth step was even more terrifying. Even the platinum power felt blocked.

Joelson slightly stretched his body and his entire body emitted a burst of explosive sounds.

His gaze gradually became serious.

The platinum power condensed as if it had become solid and he fiercely slashed out.

Hiss!

The sound of cloth tearing sounded through the air.

Joelson took a step forward.

The pressure that was even more turbulent than before poured down like a tsunami.

Joelson's expression was calm. He forcefully stepped up. His body was like a nail firmly nailed to the 39th floor's steps, standing tall and straight on it.

Then, without stopping for a second, he struck out a second time!

The sword light condensed from platinum power cut through layers of invisible pressure and, finally, a crack was split open.

Following this crack, he took another step forward.

When he was completely standing on the 40th step, the immense pressure caused his body to shake uncontrollably.

But in the end...

He stood firm!

The sound of gasps could be heard from below the stairs.

Everyone's faces were filled with shock.

This mysterious youth who had suddenly appeared had forcefully ascended the 40th level, looking down on everyone present!

And up until now...

They actually still didn't know what this person's identity was!

"Up until now, he has only felt slightly exhausted. He hasn't reached his limit yet. He should still be able to climb up!"

A saint-level expert analyzed, his face filled with astonishment.

"Could it be that there will be another genius who can match the Holy Zither and the Dragon Blood Clan?"

"I don't know if he can match the Holy Zither but what he has done so far has already surpassed the vast majority of saint-level experts!"

"I can't believe it!"

Oswede, Malcolm, and the others' gazes were burning as they stared at the thin and tall figure on the steps. Their eyes were filled with the desire to catch up.

There were two peaks for a young saint to reach below the age of 100. Was the third peak about to rise as well?

Joelson tried to swing his sword again but he found that the platinum power was no longer enough to break through the pressure on the 41st floor.

This strange staircase had a threshold for every ten floors, and the pressure would suddenly rise by one level.

It was already impossible to do it as easily as before.

Joelson frowned slightly but soon relaxed.

It seemed.

He could only choose to dragonize.

Below the stairs, the saint-level powerhouses were discussing Joelson's talent and identity with great interest.

Suddenly, an inexplicable aura rose from the stairs.

They looked over in shock.

They saw the mysterious youth on the stairs. His thin body gradually became plump. His figure became taller. Golden-red dragon scales grew on his cheeks.

"He's a member of the Dragon Blood Clan?"

Someone exclaimed.

"Is it that one?"

"No! That one isn't that young!"

"Why is his dragonification level so low?"

A series of shocked exclamations rose from the bottom of the stairs.