"Alas, the main body is releasing his strength. I guess we are free to do so." Draconic Draco chuckled, feeling the surge of energy and Originat from the battle between Draco and Romans.
It wasn't just him—the others felt it too, making them smile as they looked at their opponents.
Both Deus and Draconic Draco continued their battle. Explosions and sonic booms resounded through the air.
"I thought you were going to entertain . This battle isn't getting serious—I'm feeling a bit bored," Draconic Draco said.
Deus looked at him coldly. His eyes began to darken, turning into the night itself. His entire being radiated an aura of pure darkness.
"Night Dharma!"
Deus called out. Suddenly, the sky turned black as night descended upon the battlefield. Ominous thunder crackled, and howling winds swept through the area.
Behind Deus, a dark-armored idol erged. Its very breath was night itself—a towering, ominous statue wrapped in shadows.
Draconic Draco, upon seeing this, grinned with battle intent. Taking a step forward, a burst of Draconic Originat erupted from him. A giant silvery-white dragon materialized behind him, roaring toward the sky. Its roar echoed through the primal ages.
The crowd was shaken by the roar, their attention locked on the battle between Draconic Draco and Deus.
They were stunned—on one side stood the Night Dharma, and on the other, the Silver Dragon.
Their auras continued to rise, clashing against one another as their Originat flared violently.
Tera, observing from the sidelines, was shocked. He recognized the technique Deus was using—it was the ultimate skill of the Night Clan, one that only those of the royal bloodline, directly related to the head of the clan, could access.
He never expected Deus to reveal this power so soon. His gaze shifted to Draconic Draco, who was looking at the Night Dharma with a smile.
Suddenly, the silvery-white dragon behind Draconic Draco fused with him. An imnse surge of silver-white Originat erupted from his body, forming a shell-like aura around him.
Draconic Draco's strength had increased dramatically. Though there weren't many changes to his appearance, his horns had grown taller and sharper, and his scales shimred like stars.
Most notably, he looked more like a dragon than before. Every ti he breathed, hot air escaped his mouth, as if he were exhaling pure energy.
ROAR!
Draconic Draco roared toward the heavens.
And then—
BOOM!
The massive armored Night Dharma moved, its giant fist shooting toward Draconic Draco with incredible force.
Draconic Draco didn't flinch. Instead, he raised his own fist, a grin forming on his face.
The two fists collided.
CRACK! BOOM!
The mont they clashed, the earth cracked beneath them, rocks launching into the sky. For a brief second, it felt as if ti itself had stopped.
Then—BANG!
A shockwave erupted, pulverizing the debris that had risen from the impact.
The crowd had already moved far away, sensing the sheer power radiating from their battle.
"Aweso!" Draconic Draco laughed.
The Night Dharma struck again, sending another powerful punch toward Draconic Draco.
Draconic Draco responded in kind, throwing his fist forward. However, this ti, sothing was different—the Night Dharma's other fist was already moving toward him from the side.
The first punch was a distraction.
Draconic Draco hadn't noticed the second attack until it was almost upon him.
But when he did, he grinned. His body still emitted silver-white Originat, pulsing with energy.
At the last second—
His figure flashed.
The Night Dharma's fist swung through empty air.
Draconic Draco had vanished.
He reappeared above the Night Dharma, his eyes flashing with excitent.
"ROAR!"
He unleashed a battle cry as he threw a powerful punch toward the Night Dharma's head.
Deus snorted, quickly raising his hands to form a shield, blocking the attack.
Yes—Deus wasn't just summoning the Night Dharma.
He was controlling it directly.
Whenever he attacked, the Night Dharma attacked.
Whenever he threw a fist forward, the Night Dharma did the sa.
The battle continued, their clashes sending shockwaves that shattered the earth around them.
The force of their blows turned the battlefield into dust, the ground itself trembling under their power.
Then, after a final clash, both fighters separated, stepping back from one another.
Suddenly—
Draconic Draco grinned.
He spread his wings wide, lifting his gaze to the sky.
"teor Shower"
Suddenly, stars began to fall from the sky, forming a shower of teors that plumted toward Deus and the Night Dharma's location.
The formation that had been used to block the sound of battle was completely destroyed by the impact of the teors.
The citizens of Cerulean were startled, confused by the sudden appearance of multiple teors descending from the heavens.
Their confusion turned to shock when they realized that all the teors were converging on a single location.
So of the more knowledgeable individuals quickly understood that this was no natural event—it was caused by soone's power. They felt a sense of unease, while others debated whether they should investigate further.
The crowd watching the battle was astonished. Seeing such a large-scale teor summoning technique was beyond anything they had expected. None of them had imagined that a clone would be capable of pulling off such an overwhelming attack.
Deus turned his gaze toward the incoming flaming teors, watching as they surrounded him from all sides, leaving him with no room to escape.
His eyes flickered toward Draconic Draco, who stood in the distance, grinning.
Deus, however, simply chuckled in response.
Then, he slowly stretched his hands forward, as if gripping an invisible sword.
At the sa ti, the Night Dharma mirrored his movents, leaving the onlookers confused.
Suddenly—
A massive sheathed sword materialized in the Night Dharma's hands.
Everyone who was familiar with the Night Clan was left utterly shocked.
The Night Clan was known for its ways of assassination—stealth, precision, and silent kills. But wielding a sword? This was unheard of.
The Night Dharma then unsheathed the sword.
And in the blink of an eye—
It vanished.
Yet Deus remained in place, still standing with his hands positioned as if holding a sword.
Then, as if guided by an unseen force, he smoothly raised his arm and slashed downward.
A mont later—
The Night Dharma reappeared, standing beside one of the descending teors.
With a single precise slash, the massive rock was cleaved in half.
The crowd gasped in disbelief.
But the Night Dharma didn't stop there.
It continued to move, slashing through teor after teor, cutting them down with effortless precision.
By the ti it was done—
There was nothing left of the teor Shower.
A/N: The events are still on!
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