My SSS-Rank Clone Talent: I Level Up Endlessly! Chapter 278: Reaching Rank Six!

The Chapter with Drayken and Eleanor had finally co to a close. From this point on, he would treat her with nothing but indifference.

Perhaps he wouldn’t have been so cruel if she hadn’t sched to bind Lilia to him. A foolish plan, really, one that might have worked if he had been more naive. But the past was the past, and Drayken already considered his revenge complete.

There was no reason to dwell on it any longer.

After embracing Synthia for a while, Drayken moved on to prepare for his next battle. He was going to face all the Rank Seven Dragons.

It would be a difficult challenge, but he was resolute and determined.

"I am so close to reaching it. If I reach Rank Six, then my dragon bloodline would evolve even more, and if I reach Rank Seven..." Drayken didn’t continue, but he had a gut feeling that he would have a huge improvent if he were to reach Rank Seven; there was no bound about it in his heart.

Soon, he challenged the other Lords, and they all accepted his challenge, whether to see if he was worthy or to just fight.

Drayken also happily contested, fighting them head-on, each hit causing his bloodline to boil and roar from the sheer excitent.

Each battle was a narrow victory, but a victory nonetheless, filling his bloodline with roars of approval.

At the end, his pale skin flared red from the burning bloodline inside of him.

He opened his jaws and let out a roar that shook the entire area, right in front of the defeated Rank Seven Dragon.

The dragonfolk erupted into cheers, their voices filled with celebration.

Then, before everyone’s eyes, Drayken slowly rose into the sky with his arms spread wide. His bloodline had reached its peak state, and in the next mont, a sharp explosion burst forth, carrying a terrifying montum.

Everyone instinctively shut their eyes. And when they opened them again, they saw a majestic white-scaled dragon, standing tall at five hundred tres!

The power radiating from Drayken’s dragon body was palpable. His massive head tilted toward the sky as lightning gathered within his core. Then, with a thunderous roar, he unleashed a black streak of lightning that pierced the heavens, forming a towering column and clearing nearly the entire sky of clouds.

The dragonfolk trembled and hurriedly bowed their heads in reverence.

Drayken had finally reached Rank Six, a step closer to Rank Seven.

Not only had his bloodline evolved, but he had also discovered an unexpected boon within his mind.

He had materialized Dragon Will.

Will was not sothing born of this world. It ca from the Martial World, and he had never expected to manifest it, especially not without even trying.

’So I am also a Third-stage Martial Artist now?" Drayken mumbled with a chuckle of irony.

But he could definitely feel it.

Maybe it was because this wasn’t the Martial World or maybe the world itself was suppressing his Dragon Will. Perhaps it was both or sothing else entirely.

Regardless, Drayken couldn’t advance his Dragon Will here.

Even so, the power it held was terrifying.

Driven by curiosity, he decided to use it imdiately.

A faint, translucent figure materialized behind him, an exact replica of his dragon form, only ten tis larger, towering at a height of a full five kiloters.

The colossal Dragon Will blotted out the sky entirely.

The dragonfolk stared in stunned silence before falling into frenzied worship. So began slamming their heads against the ground, praying with unrestrained fanaticism.

Murmuring things like "Chosen One," "Dragon God," and various other titles in pure Awe.

Drayken looked on with his dragon head and fell silent. He was 100% sure he could start a cult right now, he had won the hearts of almost the entire Dragon race.

Unlike humans, dragons and the other races were very different. They had unity, but that unity also made them one-directional thinkers and a little dumber as well.

Forming a cult here would be incredibly easy for Drayken. The only pity was that he didn’t have the sa ability as Zarek, so he couldn’t gather the prayers of those around him.

It was unfortunate, but what could he do about it except feel disappointed?

After thinking for so ti, he withdrew his Dragon Will, returned to his human form, and landed in the arena.

Looking at the fallen dragon, he sighed and bowed.

"Thank you for helping advance."

"Hmph, brat. Don’t think I was helping you. I was challenged, and I fought with all I had. I must admit my defeat but being defeated by you, I feel satisfied enough," the dragon said in a deep voice, coughing up blood right after.

"Go heal, Duke," Drayken said with a sigh.

"Alright," the dragon growled, took to the skies, and left without another word.

"You could heal here..."

Drayken looked at the dragon’s fleeting silhouette and shook his head with another sigh.

Then he turned toward the audience, who were looking at him with fanaticism.

"Cough Hello, everyone. I thank every dragonfolk who cheered on. From now on, not a single dragon shall be slain by humans. If they do, I will personally seek vengeance." Drayken raised his right hand and roared.

His bloodline boiled.

Every dragonfolk’s bloodline boiled in sync with his.

The image of Drayken in everyone’s heart grew stronger by the second.

"Ohhhh!"

They cheered with excitent and stomped the ground again and again, each stomp causing cracks to form in the stadium, until it almost entirely broke apart in its entirety.

Drayken nodded, his pupils shining.

"Now, ti to challenge the Dragon Emperor."

***

"What are you doing here? I thought you would be fighting the Dragon Emperor."

Eleanor spoke with a frown, lying down on the bed with countless bandages covering her entire figure, especially her neck, from which Drayken had taken a bite out of.

"I am here to et you, of course. Why would I be here otherwise?" Drayken said calmly while sipping his coffee, not exactly coffee, but it was the sa thing, so he liked to call it that way.

"Hmph." Eleanor quickly avoided eye contact and beca silent again.

A weird silence rose in the place, the sound of Drayken sipping particularly loud after he sipped his entire coffee.

His crimson eyes looked straight at her.

Eleanor flinched, a layer of uncertainty lingering in her mind, barely squeaking out, "What do you want?"

Drayken looked at the cowardly Eleanor. She almost looked like a mouse in front of him now, a mouse he could play with at will... He shook his head and spoke coldly:

"I want all the people of my world that you have corrupted because of the Dragon bloodline."

"This..." she gulped, so fear showing on her face.

"What?" Drayken questioned. "Didn’t we discuss this when we were in the human kingdom already?"

"You see, most of the corrupted outsiders have already died. I tried to preserve as many as I could after I discussed with you, but I found that only twelve dragons are left and all of them are..." Eleanor didn’t continue.

"Oh?" He raised his brows when he heard this.

A thoughtful expression crossed his face, and then he nodded his head. "Alright, then show the twelve right now." He suddenly stood up, and Eleanor flinched again, tightly closing her eyes.

Drayken walked up to her and flicked her forehead. "What’s wrong?"

"Ouch," she grunted and hurriedly opened her eyes to look at his face. "Nothing, nothing is wrong."

"Glad that you agree," Drayken said with a grin. "Now show the way."

"Yes." She hurriedly stood up and led the way for him with a trembling body.

Drayken followed behind silently.

There was not a hint of pity in his mind for this woman. Seeing her so ek compared to her arrogant self was like a refreshing breath.

Although he wouldn’t act against her, that didn’t an he wouldn’t be indifferent to her either.

If Drayken was weaker, then his fate would be much worse. Being a breeding machine wouldn’t exactly be a pleasant feeling to have, would it?

Soon, Eleanor led him through the luxurious corridor and into a lavish room.

There, he found twelve won sitting in the corners, bound in chains that covered every inch of their bodies. Even so, they tried desperately to get out of them but couldn’t, so they growled in rage, their eye sockets entirely filled with strands of darkness sipping out.

Drayken eyed them all and beca entirely silent, taking a deep breath to calm himself. "All of them are won?" He turned towards Eleanor.

"Yeah, most of the ti, male corrupted dragons fight in the area, so only twelve female corrupted dragons are left," Eleanor hurriedly replied.

Drayken silently walked up to them. Upon noticing him, their growls grew even louder and more fervent.

"Will I be able to fix them?" Looking at their terrible state, he was a little uncertain.