The First Dragon God-Chapter 115: A One-Day Training

Leo spent the next few days doing what he hated most—resting.

His body screamed at him to move, to fight, to keep pushing forward, but he knew better. His injuries from the battle with the Evolved Rank tree had been extensive, worse than any he had sustained before. Even with [Regeneration] working tirelessly to mend his wounds, he needed time.

And so, begrudgingly, he listened to reason.

The first day was the hardest. He barely slept, his body aching in a way that was impossible to ignore. Every movement reminded him of the sheer brutality of that fight, of how close he had come to being torn apart.

By the second day, he could move without feeling like his bones were grinding together. He spent the time stretching, walking around, keeping his body loose so that once he was fully healed, he wouldn’t feel sluggish.

The third day was better. His strength had returned, and he could feel his body adjusting once again, preparing itself for what was to come.

And then, the fourth day arrived.

Leo stood by the window of his room, his gaze fixed on the ruined cityscape beyond. The air was heavy with tension, as if the world itself knew what was coming.

Three days left until the tournament.

Three days to complete his final evolution requirement.

If he failed—if he wasn’t ready—then surviving the tournament would be a miracle.

He exhaled, running a hand through his hair before calling Tatiana in his mind, just as she told him to.

She answered immediately.

"Finally!" Tatiana’s voice was brimming with excitement. "I was starting to think you’d never call."

Leo sighed. "I needed time to heal."

Tatiana let out a dramatic huff. "You and your excuses."

Leo rolled his eyes. "So? What’s the plan?"

There was a beat of silence, then a slow, mischievous chuckle.

Leo instantly regretted everything.

"Leo," Tatiana purred. "Are you ready?"

Something about the way she said it made his stomach twist.

"Yeah?" he answered hesitantly.

Her grin was practically audible.

"Good."

The next thing he knew, the air around him shifted. Tatiana appeared in front of him in an instant, grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, and lifted him effortlessly off the ground.

"Wait—what—Tatiana!" Leo yelped, his legs dangling as she floated effortlessly out of his room and into the sky.

"Too late to back out now!" she chirped, holding him tightly as they soared above the city.

Leo groaned, trying not to focus on the fact that he was now miles above the ground. "You do know there are other ways to travel, right?"

Tatiana smirked, her crimson eyes gleaming. "Where’s the fun in that?"

Leo muttered a string of curses under his breath as he looked down. Their destination was already in sight—the battlefield where he had fought the Evolved Rank tree.

Or rather, what was left of it.

The once-massive tree was nothing more than charred remains, its massive roots curled in on themselves. The ground was still scarred, deep craters littering the landscape from their battle.

And standing in the center of it all was Elda.

The moment Leo spotted her, his stomach dropped.

She stood motionless, her posture perfect, her hands tucked neatly behind her back. Her sharp, predatory gaze was locked onto him the moment Tatiana started descending.

Leo swallowed thickly.

This was going to be hell.

Tatiana landed gracefully, dropping Leo onto his feet before dusting off her hands.

"Well, here we are," she said cheerfully. "Have fun!"

Leo barely had time to turn and glare at her before she vanished, leaving him alone with Elda.

The silver-haired warrior studied him with an unreadable expression.

"You’ve recovered," she stated.

Leo forced himself to stand straighter. "Yeah."

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Elda tilted her head slightly. "Good. Then we begin immediately."

Leo barely had time to react before she moved.

One second, she was standing several feet away.

The next, she was right in front of him.

Leo’s instincts screamed, and he barely dodged as her fist shot toward his stomach. The sheer force behind the strike sent a shockwave through the air, cracking the ground where he had been standing.

His eyes widened. That would have killed him if it landed.

He didn’t have time to think. Elda was already moving again.

A knee came for his ribs. He twisted away, but she adjusted mid-motion, slamming her elbow toward his shoulder.

Leo raised his arm just in time to block, but the impact sent him skidding back several feet, his bones rattling from the force.

"You’re slow," Elda observed, her voice as calm as ever.

Leo gritted his teeth.

"Maybe because you’re trying to kill me," he shot back.

Elda didn’t react. She simply stepped forward again, her movements precise, calculated.

Leo exhaled sharply, his mind racing. She was faster, stronger—he couldn’t match her in raw power. He needed to think.

She attacked again. This time, he saw it—her stance, the slight shift in her balance.

She was aiming for his ribs.

Leo moved at the last second, sidestepping just enough to avoid the full force of the blow.

Elda’s eyes flickered with interest.

"Better," she mused.

Leo didn’t waste the opening. He lashed out with a kick, aiming for her knee.

It barely connected.

Elda shifted, absorbing the impact like it was nothing. And it was really nothingf to her.

Then she retaliated.

Her palm struck his chest with the force of a cannon.

Leo gasped as he was launched backward, his body crashing against the ground.

He groaned, rolling onto his hands and knees. Every inch of him ached.

This wasn’t training.

This was survival.

Elda slowly walked toward him, her movements eerily fluid.

"Do you understand now?" she asked.

Leo coughed, pushing himself up. "That you’re insane? Yeah, loud and clear."

Elda didn’t smile. "No. That you’re still weak."

Leo clenched his fists.

He knew that. He didn’t need her to tell him.

But he wasn’t going to stay weak.

Not anymore.

He got back on his feet, his breath coming in heavy. His body screamed in protest, but he ignored it.

Elda nodded slightly. "Again."

And the fight continued.

For hours, Elda pushed him to his absolute limit. She didn’t let up, didn’t give him a second to breathe. Every mistake he made, she punished. Every opening he left, she exploited.

Leo lost count of how many times he hit the ground.

But something changed.

Slowly, gradually, he started to see.

The way she moved. The tells before she struck. The slight weight shift before a kick. The tiny pause before she countered.

She was forcing him to adapt.

By the time the sun began to set, Leo was barely standing. His entire body ached, his muscles screaming from exertion.

But he had learned what he needed to. The training was only for a day and it was the reason why Elda seem to have went all out on him. Even though she was actually holding back her strength a lot.

If she had attacked him with even ten percent of her full strength, he would had died no doubt.

Elda finally stopped, watching him as he swayed on his feet.

"Good," she said simply. "You’re learning."

Leo let out a breathless laugh. "Great… now I just need a hospital."

Even though he said that, he was happy inwardly. He has gotten a taste of just how strong an Exalted Rank individual is, by training with an Overlord Rank individual.

If this isn’t enough for him to complete his last evolution requirement, them he should just forget everything.

Tatiana reappeared just as Leo collapsed onto the ground.

"Well?" she asked, grinning.

Elda glanced at Leo before nodding. "He’ll survive."

Tatiana smirked. "Barely."

Leo glared weakly at both of them. "I hate you both."

Tatiana just laughed.

"I hope you’re ready for what’s to come. Even though we aren’t allowed to kill, this person you’re going to fight has no reservations about beating you into a pulp and throwing you to her dogs to finish you off."