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

Chapter 190: Rank Five! Fighting Telekinetic Grandmasters!?



"Shit," he cursed inwardly as gravity claimed him, and his massive dragon body began to plummet toward the ground.

"Just how strong is their telekinetic power alone?"

From what he could sense, there were more than one Telekinetic Grandmasters and even with just their telekinetic strength, their combined might was terrifying.

Even from that distance, they could freeze his wings mid-flight.

Drayken's enormous dragon body was moments away from crashing into the earth when he hastily shifted back into his humanoid form, halting his fall mid-air.

There was a major downside to being too large, he couldn't levitate without constantly using his massive wings to keep himself aloft.

Drayken turned to face the Telekinetic Grandmasters, mana surging around him and condensing into a thick layer of Aura as he charged forward in his human form.

The distant dots gradually grew larger until he could finally see them clearly.

Three Telekinetic Grandmasters.

Drayken should have been afraid. Facing this many Telekinetic Grandmasters would terrify most, but instead, he felt a rush of exhilaration swell within him.

His dragon heart pounded furiously.

Unknowingly, a grin tugged at the corner of his lips, his bloodline roaring in harmony with the rising excitement.

This was the feeling that always welled up when Drayken stood against impossible odds, and this wasn't his first rodeo either.

The surge of excitement, the thrill of the fight, it was unbounded, wild, and utterly intoxicating.

His grin widened as he extended his hand, dashing rapidly toward them.

A black haze surged around him, shifting and condensing into two katana, one in each hand. His grin grew even wider.

As Drayken advanced, the three Grandmasters, old men with flowing white hair and long beards, watched him calmly.

"What a mad dragon," one of them muttered, brushing his fingers through his long white beard.

"He truly doesn't know his race's place. A dragon is nothing more than a giant worm," another scoffed.

The three exchanged glances and chuckled, completely unfazed by the dragon speeding toward them like a storm.

Soon, Drayken closed the distance, reaching just fifty meters from them when one of the grey-haired men narrowed his eyes coldly. He raised a hand and casually swiped his fingers toward the ground.

"Kneel, worm."

A terrifying force descended upon him.

Drayken's world tilted, his vision blurred, his senses disoriented.

His body began to fall, pulled down as if the weight of the heavens had been dropped onto him.

"No…" Drayken's eyes widened.

Veins bulge across his body as he clenched his teeth, muscles straining against the invisible pressure. But no matter how he fought, the force was too much for his current form.

Lightning surged violently around him. Aura exploded, wrapping his figure in a black haze. Starlight burst from within him, mingling with the chaos.

ROAR!

A primal, guttural roar erupted from his throat and the world trembled in response.

The sky darkened once more, and thunder cracked as bolts of lightning surged down toward the three old men.

But the strikes never reached them; the energy dissipated, cancelled out by an unseen force before it could even get close.

Drayken plummeted toward the ground, at this moment, every lightning bolt struck him, pouring into his body like fuel to a dying flame.

"Ahhhh—!"

Every fiber of his being lit up. His cells surged with renewed energy, defying the crushing force that held him down. His dragon blood howled in response, boiling with power.

Finally, he broke free.

Drayken flipped backward, landing hard. The ground cracked beneath his feet, trembling from the impact as clouds of dust exploded into the air.

And then—

He tore through the dust, launching himself into the sky once again, that same wild grin still etched across his face.

There wasn't a shred of fear in his eyes as his figure tore through the air, charging toward them once more.

The old man calmly swiped his finger downward again.

This time, Drayken only staggered for a moment, his body faltered, but he quickly regained his footing and continued his advance.

"Oh?"

Another old man raised his hand, and an even more terrifying pressure descended upon him.

Drayken's body was forced downward again, the weight threatening to crush him into the earth. His knees buckled, and the ground neared with alarming speed.

But just then, his bloodline boiled.

Lightning surged through his veins like a tempest reborn.

Agony rippled through him, but through the pain, the corner of his lips curled into a grin.

The pressure had pushed him beyond his limit.

He had broken through, ascending to a Rank 5 Dragon.

His bloodline had grown stronger.

He could feel the improvement, visibly. His height had increased by several inches, and his frame had grown noticeably bulkier, power coursing through his limbs like molten steel.

But Drayken wasn't Zarek. He didn't have the "Adapt" skill.

The immense pressure from the Grandmasters had taken a serious toll, his body was injured, his vision blurred, and his consciousness wavered. He was on the verge of blacking out.

Suddenly—

[Your title <True Man of Wonders> has activated. You have gained a temporary boost.]

A surge of energy flooded through him.

His mind snapped back to clarity, and power pulsed through his veins once again.

This was the title he had received the moment he awakened his bloodline. Until now, it had remained dormant, only activating once before when Chun Ma had entered Martial Space.

Now, this was the second time, it was activated, there was certainly a condition for this skill that Drayken didn't know of.

The third Telekinetic Grandmaster chuckled lightly as he stepped forward "Let me join you two," he said with a calm smile.

Drayken suddenly paused, his eyes going with a meaningful light.

By now, he was almost upon them, barely a few meters away.

In an instant, his body surged with power as he transformed into his dragon form, the twin katana dissolving and merging back into his Aura.

Seizing the moment of close proximity, Drayken unleashed his Second Circle spell.

"Aura Spell: SoulMark."

The three old men were caught off guard. Although they sensed the spell's activation, it was already too late, Drayken's spell struck them squarely.

Their vitality began to drain instantly, a visible dullness creeping into their skin and eyes.

One of them scoffed.

"Hmph. Brat, we already know this spell."

Just as the three were about to retaliate…

Drayken's slitted pupils gleamed, and all the lightning within his body surged, merging with his Aura.

Mana roared like a storm.

He opened his mouth and a blast of black lightning exploded outward.

"Aura Spell: Lightning Aura!"

The eyes of the three old men widened to their limits, horror etched across their faces. The lightning moved at the speed of light, how could even Grandmasters hope to dodge such a strike?

Still, they managed to raise their shields just in time.

Bang!

The impact was deafening.

But Drayken didn't stop.

He unleashed a continuous wave of black lightning, the skies above feeding him with crackling bolts as his bloodline ignited in a frenzy.

The continuous assault shook the heavens.

He kept going, until he was wrung completely dry. Even his mighty dragon body could no longer bear the strain.

Finally, the lightning faded.

Drayken stood panting, his form trembling slightly as he looked at the scene before him…


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