My SSS-Rank Clone Talent: I Level Up Endlessly! novel Chapter 29

Chapter 29: Tournament (6): Tickle Master!

"Ho." She looked at him with disbelief and uncertainty. A whip appeared out of her ring from her index finger, and she whipped towards him.

Instead of dodging, Drayken raised his arm and let the whip coil around it. Synthia tried to pull back the whip but felt powerless to do so!

With a smirk, Drayken yanked the whip hard, pulling Synthia toward him with brute strength and raised his fist.

Synthia wasn't one to relent either, as she raised her long legs to try to kick him hard.

Drayken also punched hard.

The two's fist and kick faced off!

And they seemed to be equal in strength, until Drayken completely overpowered her and sent her to the floor.

Lightning shimmered through his body as he pointed at Synthia.

Bang!

An arc of lightning shot from his fingertips and landed on her fallen body.

At the last moment, Synthia gathered all her mana.

"Double Art: Iron Defense."

A barrier erupted, surrounding her and protecting her from the lightning.

Drayken looked at this with a tilt of his head, with eyes full of curiosity because he was a little uncertain in his heart.

In his conception, one mage can only have one attribute spell and build from there; never has he heard of such a situation.

"She seemed to be a Rank-3 Dragon and must have reached the third circle as well. So she should only be able to use three spells at most. If you consider the first spell as a base, then it would be two spells, but she..."

Drayken was in a state of disbelief as he looked at Synthia with a flabbergasted expression, but even though it surpassed his expectation, he wasn't relevant and delivered a punch to the barrier.

Bang!

The barrier trembled but didn't relent.

So Drayken punched and punched again, until thin, cobweb-like cracks started to appear all over it.

Synthia's expression was pale and filled with panic as she looked at the crumbling barrier.

"Die." Drayken erupted with the last punch and shattered the barrier, and his punch went directly at her face.

She raised her arms as if ready for impact, but the expected punch didn't come. Instead, she felt a hand curling on her stomach and a ticklish feeling from it.

"Eh." Synthia looked down to find two strong arms around her stomach, tickling her.

She froze for a moment before she started to giggle insatiably.

"Laugh more, girl." Drayken chuckled as he moved his fingers more.

Even the great Dragons, as prideful as they are, still suffered from the gentleness of laughing if they got tickled in their stomach.

"Ahahaha—"

At first, Synthia had restrained laughter, but it grew more and more violent over time, her mouth wide as she fell to the ground with unrestrained laughter that echoed throughout the place.

Drayken, of course, didn't relent. He also lay on the ground and tickled her further, until tears dropped from Synthia's eyes from joy and happiness.

"Look at your cold face all day. With this face, what could you even do except make the world sad? You should laugh more—you look beautiful in it," he whispered in her ear with a gentle voice.

But to Synthia, this gentle voice seemed like the devil's voice as she violently laughed:

"Someone... someone..."

She barely uttered out.

While for everyone who was watching this scene, they were utterly stunned—their minds didn't seem to process this situation.

"Wtf are you saying? Our Dragon Princess is just being tickled and nothing else." _{fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓}