Drayken calmly looked up to see a shadow in the sky.
This shadow faintly outlined a tall and bulky man, his lips curved into a sneer as he amusingly looked at him.
Drayken gulped hard; his body seemed to vibrate from the sheer presence.
This person also had purple hair and dark pupils similar to the opponent in front of him, but he was more like a massive version of him...
A big chungus, you might say!
"Boy, you are quite courageous to appear in front of me!" he spoke with a cruel grin.
"Isn't this a competition?" Drayken casually shrugged. "Just because your descendant would not be able to win, are you going to attack me?"
The man in the sky was still calm, not a twitch in his expression:
"I am doing this to remove the disdain from the Dragon Clan! The dragon bloodline cannot be tainted!"
He roared in majesty, his form gradually starting to enlarge, slowly turning into a massive dragon a hundred meters in size.
In front of him, Drayken truly felt like a tiny dot.
The entire audience erupted in shouts and roars:
"The dragon bloodline cannot be tainted!"
"Cannot be tainted! Cannot be tainted!"
Drayken just stood on the stage but could feel the entire platform vibrate from the sound.
Still, there was not a single change in his expression, he remained calm and expressionless…
Pressure, as if thousands of needles were piercing him throughout his body at the same time—this was the feeling he was experiencing right now.
His hand trembled, and his legs shook.
"Are we going to continue the battle?" Drayken turned toward the coach and spoke with a tilt of his head.
"Umm…" For a moment, the old man was dumbfounded before he quickly regained his composure and hesitated. "St… start."
"Okay."
Seeing Drayken's unchanging expression, some dragons started to lose motivation. Some were still shouting, but their strength didn't seem to be enough.
As for the giant black-scaled dragon above, it remained in the sky, it's cold eyes scanning over them but not making a single move.
And the match started amidst all this confusion.
Drayken instantly moved—he rapidly rushed up to the man and punched with all his strength.
The man, with a snicker of disdain, countered with a duck and an uppercut, his speed too fast for Drayken to keep up.
Drayken was launched into the air and flew back ten meters before landing on the ground.
Silence!
The audience fell silent.
Gradually, they started to curl their lips in disdain. They didn't speak but looked intently, satisfied as they indulged their dragon vanity while staring at Drayken's fallen figure.
Drayken stood up while cracking his neck.
'Finally, these brainless beings are silent.'
He had never seen such idiots before. It was a wonder how these dragons had managed to become a hegemonic race with such a sheep-like thinking process.
"I guess power really rots your brains."
Sighing to himself, Drayken looked straight ahead and swung his fist in a brutal punch.
Bang!
The opponent simply blocked with his palm, catching Drayken's punch before spinning him around in circles and then hurling him far, far away.
Drayken felt his entire world spin before he crash-landed on the ground again, this time even more brutally, cracks appearing all over the place.
The man slowly walked up to him, step by step, with a mocking grin.
"Is that all you've got? Since you were fearless, I thought you would be more than this. Tsk, tsk."
Drayken stood up calmly—there was no damage to his body.
"Hmm, how many times can I strengthen my body further?" he wondered in his heart.
Drayken also slowly started walking toward the man, mirroring his slowed movements.
The two faced off…
***
Meanwhile, a devious plan was forming in Eryke's mind in the main world.
The plan was simple: to level up <Body Strengthening> to its maximum potential!
***
"My name is Maurice. What is your name, insignificant insect?"
Maurice suddenly paused when the two were just a meter apart.
Drayken raised his brows.
"Oh? Why would you need an insignificant insect's name?"
"Because I only keep the names of my defeated opponents."
Maurice snickered, his lips curling up in disdain, leaving Drayken a little stunned.
'I've heard of people remembering the names of strong opponents, but… dragons are really a different breed.'
"Anyway, now it's time for you to die, little guy."
Maurice raised his hand and slashed at him.
Drayken countered with a punch to the stomach, his fist fast and brutal, landing squarely before Maurice's slash could.
Maurice's eyes widened violently as his ribs broke one by one, and he was knocked back ten steps.
Drayken didn't give him a chance, he quickly followed up, reaching him in a dash and landing a punch right to the center of his head.
Blood splattered into the air!
Maurice fell back to the ground, feeling the searing pain in his head and seeing Drayken's smiling face.
"Homie, I won't let you stand."
His smile sent a chill down Maurice's spine as Drayken punched again and again, brutally bruising his fist.
"Muda! Muda! Muda!"
Punches rained down like a storm.
"Void Spell: Unstable Body." Maurice was barely able to utter the words.
Bang!
Drayken's fist landed on the ground, shattering it.
"Where did he go?" Looking around, Maurice seemed to have completely vanished, like a ghost.
"I am here."
Drayken heard a whisper and turned around to find no one.
A sharp nail, almost like claws, slashed at him from behind, right at his heart. But it couldn't even scratch his skin; it broke down with a crack, like a cobweb.
"Hee." Drayken turned around and extended his five fingers to take hold of Maurice's head, raising him to eye level.
Maurice flailed around but couldn't make any movements.
"How did you become so much stronger?" His face turned pale.
"I leveled up."
Drayken gradually tightened his fist, causing Maurice's head to be slowly squeezed, and he was about to faint.
"Brat!"
A roar came from the skies, and an equally frightening presence erupted from above.
"According to the agreement, you cannot take action, Ancestor of the Void Clan."
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