Wheel of Doom!

The dragon's snout was closed, and it opened again, and he flew right up to him for another bite at this tiny worm.

Its slitted pupils trembled in anger from the annoyance.

This little thing was clearly a worm in front of him, not enough for a toothpick even if it wanted to pick its teeth with it.

It should be honoured to even enter its stomach, but this worm dared to resist.

The more the dragon's snout appeared further outside the ground, the more its eyes became bloodshot, with veins erupting through its pupils.

Even when it saw a black wheel of doom, it didn't stop, consumed by anger itself.

The sword descended swiftly, its wheel-like barrel spinning as it tore through the dragon's snouts, splitting them in two—slowly but inexorably.

A chilling sound echoed through the surroundings.

The dragon felt a searing burn in its mouth; its jaws had been cleanly severed, and golden blood poured out in torrents.