Will's stick was like the grim reaper's scythe as it descended down. This was a technique Will had performed more than 10000 times and was very familiar with. It was the True Strike.
Instinct told the dragon that it was dead, for a beast with such a noble bloodline to feel like this, it was unlikely that its instincts were off. Thus the Chilling Yin Dragon, a beast feared among multiple worlds as the bearer of death. Closed its eyes in resignation as it prepared for death...but death did not come.
After a few breathes worth of time the beast opened its eyes to see Will standing on an ice sheet looking down upon it with disdain.
"Beast, do you yield?"
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As the dragon heard Will speak, it felt an overwhelming feeling of subservience fill up its body. It was as if Will was gripping t
