Chapter 833: You can all become my wings

Reshiram's Blue Flare is indeed a flame of extremely high status; perhaps only the flames of a few other Fire-type Level 1 gods can compare to it.

However, under the Ice Breath of Kyurem—who was of equal status and in its prime—the Blue Flare could only flicker unwillingly a few times before being completely extinguished within the fire.

Perhaps the Blue Flare of a Reshiram in its prime would not have been so easily extinguished, but now, it remains in a state of physical destruction; being able to condense the Blue Flare at all is already quite an achievement.

"Hey, you old, shameless dragon, that's enough!" Reshiram could no longer hold back. Its spirit form, appearing as a small white dragon, manifested on Su Hao's shoulder, cursing Kyurem roundly and swearing, "Su Hao is my Hero of Truth now!"

Who would have thought that Kyurem's bright golden dragon eyes would narrow slightly, saying with disdain, "But you two only have a verbal agreement for now. Without a physical body, you cannot yet forge a contract. To use the words of those humans who gather like insects outside..."

"You haven't 'done the deed' yet, have you? In that case, what's the problem with me taking advantage of the situation and making things official with this kid?"

"My strength is far greater than yours, a fellow without even a physical body. Hand the Hero over to me obediently. Don't worry, I will train him well."

"You, you, you... you are just being unreasonable!"

As for Su Hao, who was caught between the two dragons, he was completely numb. From a moment ago, he couldn't even understand what Kyurem was saying.

Not only was there a thick Northeastern accent, but the dragon's entire line of reasoning exuded a strong scent of Prime Minister Cao.

What is this, a Pokémon version of "I will raise your Hero, do not worry"?

But... both Kyurem and Reshiram were playing at too low a level, far from being as powerful as Su Hao, who had been tempered and seasoned by the internet.