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He touched his hand, and something began to appear on his arms.

BOOM!!

The sound of something heavy dropping to the ground echoed. Draco turned to see two wrist guards falling from Champ's wrists.

This was not the most shocking thing—their weight, which caused a large dent in the ground, was what truly shocked Draco. Even the crowd in the arena watching this were astonished. Champ had still been able to move so fast, even while being restricted by the arm guards.

"It looks like I've met a hidden talent," Draco thought. He wasn't scared of this, but his blood was boiling. He wanted to fight Champ because he could feel a hint of danger emanating from his body.

"You really forced me," Champ said. "I wonder which god's heir you are. I hope you don't make me unlock this for nothing. If your strength is weak..." he spat.

Of course, the crowd watching this from the screen couldn't hear their discussion since the screen only displayed visuals. As for Champ's teammates, they stayed far away because of the energy shockwaves caused by their battle, so they couldn't hear what was being said either.

"I wonder how strong you are now," Draco said, his red eyes deepening in color.

Champ nodded, noticing Draco's battle intent. If it had been another person—an average one—they would have begged for forgiveness, trying to stop the fight.

Champ moved, and this time, Draco's eyes could still follow his movement. He struck too—a punch for a punch.

Both fists met, and Draco walked back twenty-four steps, while Champ walked back only three steps. The difference in their strength was glaring.

The crowd shook their heads. It looked like Draco had no chance of winning. The difference in strength was too vast.

Draco looked at the deep footprints he had made. He felt as if every bone in his hand was broken. This made Draco chuckle as his body grew boiling hot.

The cracked bones healed. Of course, Draco didn't use his bloodline skill, Phoenix Nirvana, because it was sealed and banned by the system. However, the skill was a wood-elemental ability that could deal with minor wounds like this, except for situations where his body parts were detached.

Draco could feel a surging power coursing through him. It was as if it had been hidden, but Champ's attack had forced it out.

He moved, striking Champ with his fist. Champ tackled back with his own fist, but this time Draco didn't expect another punch to strike him. He was sent flying, his body hitting trees. A drop of blood slid from his lips.

Draco felt even more of that new profound power, his eyes shining with light. He looked at Champ and regarded him as a sparring partner.

"Again," Draco said as he moved and struck, only to be suppressed again.

"Again..."

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"Again..."

"Again..."

"Again..."

The crowd was shocked by Draco's battle spirit, which showed no sign of waning but instead kept increasing. A wise person would have stopped and run for their life. It was meaningless to keep getting beaten every time.

They admired Draco's unwavering fighting spirit, especially the elders who knew of his story from Alya. They believed he was doing it so that he and his sister could live a better life. They felt touched by his determination.

A shocking thing happened when Draco was wounded by Champ for the first time—a huge pressure descended on everyone, suffocating them. Even the elders and the Vice Chancellor didn't escape it. But the pressure only lasted for a split second, leaving them unable to identify who or what possessed such strong power.

Alya recognized the owner of the aura—it was small Lyraea, who was sitting beside her. She was familiar with this pressure—it was godly. This revelation surprised her.

She never thought the child her master was carrying was a god—perhaps in her former life. But the problem was that she didn't remember anyone with a face similar to Lyraea's.

She shook off the thought. Xylara should have known of her identity, and since she allowed her to stay with Draco, it meant she wouldn't harm him.

She glanced at her master, who was getting beaten, and felt pricked by it. She couldn't wait to discipline Champ. But she was also surprised by why Draco was this weak. Did something happen to him?

Looking at his battle-filled red eyes, she recognized those eyes. It seemed Draco had purposely reduced his strength, and he was enjoying the battle.

Everyone noticed Draco didn't rush in like before. Instead, he stared at Champ. They assumed he had learned his lesson.

Draco clenched his fists, causing them to creak. Champ felt an enormous pressure coming from Draco.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"Let's go for another round," Draco said.

Draco moved again, his right fist aiming for Champ's body. Champ's body screamed in danger as Draco struck, causing his expression to turn serious.

He moved his hand, launching his own punch to counter Draco's punch.

Whoosh!!

This made Champ smile. "I knew you would do this," he said as he counterattacked, blocking Draco's second punch with his second fist.

Suddenly, Champ's smile disappeared. He could feel a terrifying danger.

He looked to see Draco's right hand had broken free from his grip. It moved like a viper, striking him.

"How? Impossible!" Champ shouted in his mind as he was sent flying.

He could feel the aura of his stance and Draco's aura merging into one. It was just that Draco's was more advanced than his.

This struck a bit of fear into Champ. Who is he? This thought passed through his mind.

He was right indeed.

Draco had pried into the essence of how Champ struck. Champ had made use of his Originat, having absolute control over it, circulating it through his meridians. This was what made his seemingly weak punches feel so powerful.

As Champ was pummeling him, Draco was slowly grasping how to control and circulate his own Originat throughout his meridians and body.

He was plundering the knowledge behind Champ's punch. Draco's eyes shone with a demonic red light.

Then something sparked in his mind: Why can't I circulate my ability throughout my body?

When Draco had this thought, he couldn't extinguish it. So he decided to try it out, but he knew he had to use a weaker ability to avoid harming his meridians.

He thought of the Viper Power (a Talent Ability) that he had plundered during his rampage. Strangely, it felt smooth. He then concentrated it on his hand, which was why his hand moved like a viper, sending Champ flying.

He now understood why abilities were so important — they could determine the winner between two Clashers. When he circulated the Viper Power, he felt his strength increase twofold.

It felt like he was using a miniature version of his Bloodline Transformation skill. This realization surprised him.

What Draco didn't know was that luck had saved him. How could an A-Ranked ability stand before three SSS+ abilities? Also, his meridians were stronger and more resilient than normal.

These were the factors that allowed him to succeed. Nobody dared to circulate their ability before reaching a certain rank. Only those with unique opportunities or defiant genius could do so.

Draco moved again, circulating the ability throughout his body.

Champ, who had stood back up, felt as though a human no longer stood before him but a viper slithering and hissing towards him.

Champ felt extreme danger, his whole body gasping for Originat, as his eyes never left Draco.

Draco moved, striking him.

The third round of battle had begun.

Everyone in the arena fell silent, watching the intense battle. They had been fighting for more than three hours with no winner.

Whenever they thought one of them would win, the other would burst with potential, striking back. It was shocking.

The elders and the Vice Chancellor watched the two figures with delight. There was now an opportunity for them to win the academy contest. Even if they didn't win, they could still hold their heads high.

These two were the talents they needed.

Everyone who was close to the battle's location had gathered, watching the clash between these two monsters. Even Champ's teammates looked on in shock. They never thought the boss they followed was this strong.

Draco and Champ continued to fight. This time, Draco was suppressing Champ, sending him flying.

Draco took this opportunity to check his stats.

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**STATUS:**

**Host Name:** Draco Xandros

**Race:** Human [25%], Dragon [25%], Phoenix [25%], Demon [25%]

**Level:** 30

**EXP:** 6,900/ 22,000,000

**Class:** Plunderer, Dragonborn, Demon Lord, Phoenixborn

**Talent:** Plunder, ????? Dragon Power, ????? Phoenix Power

**Skills:** Plunder, Dragon Power, Phoenix Power, Appraisal

**Physique:** None

**Affinity (Energy/Element):** Fire, Earth, Water, Wood, Wind, Sword, Archer, Spear, Lightning, Draconic, Demonic, Phoenix, Dark...

**HP:** 20,000 / 20,000 ( 9,010/10,000)

**MP:** 20,000 / 20,000 (4,324 /10,000)

**STR:** 1,200 (600)

**AGI:** 1,180 (590)

**INT:** 1,140 (570)

**DEX:** 1,160 (580)

**STA:** 1,200 (600)

**DEF:** 1,300 (650)

**Luck:** 16

**Stats Points:** 0

**SP:** 0

**PP:** 23,301,200

**Inventory:** Bronze Sword, Weapon of Plunder, Hand Gear...

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His expression turned grim. It seemed that the new technique he had discovered consumed a large portion of his Originat.

I have to finish this battle quickly, Draco thought.

"I never thought you'd push me this far," Champ said, his figure reappearing with bruises all over his body. He then touched his leg.

BOOM! BOOM!

The onlookers — and even Draco — were shocked to see another set of leg weight guards being removed from Champ's body.

"Man, I feel so free!" Champ shouted. "Now we can fight to our hearts' content!" he chuckled at Draco.

ROAR! ROAR!