"I guess I'll just have to force it out of you."
"Enough talking. Let's fight!" Draco said.
With a step forward, Draco disappeared. At the sa ti, Romans vanished as well—their battle had begun.
CLANG! BOOM!
They exchanged blows, fists and legs colliding at high speed. Sonic booms echoed through the air, and the surrounding forest was being torn apart, battle scars marking the entire area.
Within minutes, they had exchanged nearly a thousand blows.
"I wonder if you were hiding your strength during the contest, because this power is close to your peak." Romans grinned, eyeing Draco, who simply smiled.
Romans scrutinized Draco carefully. In his eyes, Draco was becoming more and more of a mystery. His imnse strength, the army behind him, his transformation—Romans had no idea how Draco had gained such power, and greed began to swell in his heart.
Once again, they resud their battle, striking at each other with fists and kicks, locked in a stalemate.
The crowd, who had initially been watching Draco's clones fight, gradually shifted their attention to the duel, as the shockwaves from their clash beca impossible to ignore.
It was common knowledge that a clone could never surpass its original, but what they didn't realize was that Draco's situation was different.
"Your clones are about to be defeated," Romans said, taking a quick glance at the ongoing battle.
Draco chuckled. "If you were talking about , then I might consider that a possibility. But my clones? It's hilarious that you think they could be defeated."
Romans was taken aback by Draco's unwavering confidence. What makes him so sure about his clones?
What he didn't know was the unique nature of Draco's Cloning Ability. Each clone gained a 20% boost in speed and strength.
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To Draco, this was a ga-changer. With stats already over 4000, an extra 20% ant an increase of nearly 800 in power and speed—making his clones devastatingly strong.
They continued their battle, trading fierce blows. Trees were uprooted and shattered, eventually clearing the battlefield into an open space.
"It's ti to spice things up a little," Romans chuckled.
Suddenly, an imnse surge of Originat energy flooded the battlefield. His aura expanded dramatically as a seven-tailed, dark-green fox materialized behind him. His power skyrocketed.
Rose, who had been watching, widened her eyes in shock. She recognized this ability.
A single tear slipped down her cheek before her gaze turned cold. She stared at her so-called father with nothing but disdain.
Draco raised an eyebrow in surprise. He knew that males in the Everett Clan couldn't awaken a fox ability. He had also heard rumors that Romans wasn't originally from the clan—he had married into it.
Seeing Romans use this power led Draco to only one conclusion.
"I never thought you were so vile that you would harm your own wife. No wonder you felt no remorse when you did the sa to ," Draco said coldly.
Romans snorted, shifting his gaze to the onlookers. So were confused, while others had already pieced together the truth.
"It seems I don't need to hold back when killing you." Draco stretched out his hand.
ROAR!
A deafening, kingly roar echoed through the battlefield.
Behind Draco, a majestic white tiger with golden stripes appeared. The word "KING" was etched into its forehead. Without hesitation, the tiger fused with him.
Romans, seeing this, made his move. The Seven-Tailed Dark-Green Fox behind him rged into his body.
His hair turned white, making his thirty-year-old face look more refined. Dark-green fox fur spread over his skin, and seven long tails erged from his tailbone.
Draco's transformation was just as striking. His physique grew larger, his body now covered in white fur with golden stripes. A golden streak ran across his face, and his hair turned completely white. His eyes glead gold, but deep within them, a red hue burned—a manifestation of pure massacre.
A tiger tail extended from his back. His aura exploded, raw power radiating from him. Yet, even amidst his transformation, his handsoness and charm remained untouched.
Romans raised his hands. Imdiately, wind Originat swirled around him, forming a curved, spinning sphere of condensed wind energy with a sharp, piercing aura.
In a flash, he appeared before Draco and struck.
Draco sensed the attack. He felt sothing welling up inside his throat.
He opened his mouth—
ROAR!
A thunderous, kingly tiger roar erupted from Draco, stunning Romans in place.
The spinning green sphere shattered instantly.
Seizing the opportunity, Draco grabbed the frozen Romans, lifted him into the air, and slamd him into the ground.
CRACK!
The ground caved slightly from the impact.
Romans coughed up blood, the intense pain snapping him back to reality.
But Draco didn't stop. He raised his right fist, preparing another devastating strike.
Romans, realizing the danger, quickly dodged at the last second. Draco's fist crashed into the ground, unleashing a shockwave that tore through the battlefield.
Draco looked up at Romans, who had reappeared a short distance away, a grin spreading across his face.
"It seems I underestimated you," Romans said coldly.
"Wind Apocalypse!"
Romans cried out as the entire area around him and Draco beca filled with sharp, curved wind slashes, each radiating a deadly aura.
The crowd watched in shock, so even shivering from the sheer intensity of the attack. The skill's aura was simply overwhelming.
Tera, observing from the sidelines, was also puzzled. Where did Draco acquire such a powerful Volkoid bloodline?
First Dragon, then Phoenix, and now Tiger? He was beginning to wonder who Draco really was. When they had investigated his background back then, all they found was that he was an orphan—with a completely clean record.
That was the reason they had accepted him into Luminari Academy. Every student underwent thorough background checks to prevent any potential threats that could lead to the academy's downfall.
Now, however, Tera was starting to question Draco's origins. At the sa ti, he silently thanked his luck that Draco had joined their academy rather than any other faction.
Draco watched as the Wind Apocalypse attack approached. He calmly stretched his hands forward, his nails growing sharp and increasing in size.
Romans waved his hand, sending the curved wind slashes hurtling toward Draco.
To the spectators, ti seed to slow. The attack closed in, yet Draco showed no signs of defending himself.
CLANG! CLANG!
The crowd gasped as Draco suddenly moved at an unmatched speed. The sound of tal clashing echoed through the battlefield.
Draco's movents were fluid—he effortlessly defended against thousands of curved wind slashes using nothing but his tiger claws.
So spectators' jaws dropped at the sight. Not only was Draco blocking the attacks with ease, but he wasn't even sweating.
This left many in the crowd questioning just what kind of monster he was.
Even Tera was stunned. He had never expected Draco to counter the attack so effortlessly. The more he watched, the more shocked he beca.
Romans, seeing this, was equally astonished. He had never imagined Draco would withstand his attack so easily.
But he refused to accept it.
"Wind Apocalypse!"
He launched even more wind slashes, their numbers multiplying.
Yet, the shocking thing was that Draco still defended against them just as effortlessly. The crowd felt pure astonishnt.
Romans furrowed his brows as he observed Draco. Never in his wildest dreams had he expected that the "cockroach" he once thought he could crush so easily had now turned into a raging tiger.
Draco yawned. "If this is all you have, then I wonder what gives you the right to be the acting head of the Everett Clan."
"You're just weak."
Romans' expression darkened instantly. The word "weak" triggered sothing in him. His face twisted with rage as he glared at Draco.
Suddenly, he let out a deafening roar, releasing a massive surge of Originat. His body exuded a dark-green aura, its oppressive presence suffocating.
"I am NOT weak!"
"Mystic Darkness!"
A wave of ominous energy burst forth.
It felt as if the entire world had been swallowed by darkness.
Draco's surroundings turned pitch black, as if night had descended upon reality itself.
And then, in the midst of the abyss—he saw sothing truly shocking.
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