The man in front of Drayken looked ordinary, dressed in jeans and a simple shirt.
But the fact that he was flying on a sword, with several more floating behind him, made it clear, he was anything but normal.
Drayken didn’t care. His only thought was how to bring the man to his knees and destroy everything he held dear.
"Hell—" the man began to greet.
Drayken vanished in a flash, leaving a trail of crackling electric arcs as he reappeared right in front of him, his black haze gauntlet already driving forward in a punch.
"Eh?"
The man blinked with a shrug, just before he felt the crushing force of the blow.
But, instead of retreating, a sleazy smirk curled on his lips as he casually extended his hand.
Drayken felt an invisible force halt his fist mid-air, completely obstructing its advance.
To the naked eye, there was nothing there, but he could faintly sense the resistance, an unseen pressure he couldn’t shake off.
’Is this telekinesis?’ Drayken wondered, eyes narrowing.
It was this very power that kept humans among the two strongest races. Their innate telekinetic ability was anything but simple, it was the key reason they could stand toe-to-toe with dragons.
As a Dragon himself, Drayken understood the might of his kind. With each advancement in a dragon’s level, the power they could unleash grew exponentially, terrifying and overwhelming.
"Give up, big lizard. You can’t even touch me," the man said, standing tall like a flying immortal, eyes filled with disdain as he looked down at Drayken.
Drayken’s mind buzzed with thoughts as he raised his other hand and launched another punch, this time aiming straight for the man’s face.
Bang!
Just inches away, his left fist was halted too, frozen in place by the same invisible force.
But a grin spread across Drayken’s face.
"So, you’re not untouchable after all."
Starlight glittered across his left fist and with a crackling surge, the obstruction shattered without mercy.
His fist landed squarely on the man’s cheek.
Boom!
The man was sent hurtling through the air, crashing onto one of the nearby ships. His jaw was dislocated, and every tooth in his mouth shattered.
"Ahhh..." he cried out in agony.
"Not enough," Drayken snarled.
Rage burned in his eyes as he lunged forward with all his might.
The man weakly looked up at the rapidly approaching figure and, trembling, muttered with his parched lips:
"Hurry... help me."
The moment the words left his lips, hundreds of armored men appeared around him, their shields raised and weapons at the ready.
Drayken didn’t flinch.
In a blinding flash, he transformed into his true form, a majestic, twenty-two-meter-long dragon, his scales a striking blend of crimson and shadow-black, gleaming.
He hovered like a true sovereign of the skies.
Black aura swirled around him as mana from the surroundings surged toward his form.
But Drayken didn’t strike immediately. Instead, he raised his gaze to the sky above.
"It’s a foolish choice, If you think you can beat me in the skies... you’re gravely mistaken."
Then, with a slow breath, he closed his slitted pupils and awakened the terrifying bloodline sealed within him.
The Lightning Saint Bloodline.
The bloodline that has evolved at the end of the tournament.
Dark clouds began to gather in the skies, thickening with unnatural speed.
In the next instant, arcs of lightning exploded across the sky, converging into a colossal thunderstorm. Thunder rumbled like a divine drumbeat.
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