The Flood Dragon's entire body suddenly contorted, as if in immense agony.
In truth, the raw difference in strength between Xiao Chen and the Flood Dragon had all but vanished.
Even with the aid of a Martial Technique, the difference was barely twofold.
But that didn't matter. In actual combat, a twofold strength gap was more than enough to create a decisive advantage—like an adult beating a child.
"You're a creature that just never learns."
Xiao Chen grabbed the Flood Dragon's head, wrenched it nine feet off the ground, and then violently slammed it back down. "Feeling tough again, are you?"
"AOOOW!"
The Flood Dragon's body slammed into the ground, and it let out a sorrowful wail.
Xiao Chen grabbed its head again. "Got a little bigger and forgot your place, did you?"
As he spoke, he put his strength into it, smashing the head back into the ground.
"AOOOWW~!"
The Flood Dragon cried out in pain again.
"You're all show and no substance, aren't you!"
