The Black Dragon was categorized as a Wyrm-rank creature?

"Hey, punk! Huh?!"

Crack, crack, crack! 

Orichalcum, renowned as the sturdiest and most unyielding material, was no laughing matter. It retained its exceptional properties, unaffected by any special circumstances, and possessed the ability to regenerate and restore itself continually. This remarkable quality was achieved by infusing the restorative abilities and unique powers of a dragon bone into the metal.

Why was this being mentioned? Well, even if the punk currently before Davey had become a defective product, with most of the dragon's body falling below the original standard, it still held numerous valuable parts. Davey didn't want to discard anything.

However, a single flash of Davey's arrow effortlessly tore through the dragon's wings, reducing it to mere bones.

"You're a Lord-rank being? Quit joking! Should I grab your wings and give you a round of applause, huh? How about I extract your teeth and put them to good use, huh?!"

Thwack!!!

Crack, crack, crack!!!

The fluttering wing, which had previously remained partially intact, was now forcefully torn apart from the dragon's body.

“I’m still not done with you!”

—What in the world are you doing…?

"I've always wanted to give this a try," Davey calmly replied, noticing the incredulous look Perserque was giving him from the side.

—…

“Reina, take care of the other wing.”

Davey swiftly turned around, his vision sharpening as he focused on the right side. The broader his field of vision became, the less likely he was to notice objects in close proximity. Nonetheless, it made no difference whether Davey could spot them or if they had already detected his presence.

Thwack!!!

Davey would have effortlessly...