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

The old men's shields shattered, their bodies battered with countless injuries. Every strand of hair was burnt to a crisp, and their faces were blackened by the scorch of the black lightning.

"You gotta be kidding me," Drayken muttered, his eyes drooping. His body was pushed to its limit, on the verge of collapsing.

The three Telekinetic Grandmasters moved without hesitation.

But just then, a chorus of roars erupted from behind Drayken, dragon roars, deep and thunderous.

Nine dragons surged forward at once, their combined might lighting up the sky with a terrifying brilliance. The sheer force of their attacks forced even the Telekinetic Grandmasters to retreat.

"Damn it! Reinforcements have arrived already."

One of the dragons swiftly descended toward Drayken, while the remaining eight positioned themselves between him and the Telekinetic Grandmasters, blocking their path without yielding an inch.

They hovered in the sky, majestic and immense, their vast forms blotting out the heavens.

"You humans always like to bully the weak, don't you?" one of them thundered, its voice like a roar shaking the air.

"Hmph," one of the old men sneered. "You're just Rank 7 Dragons. How dare you stand in our way? That brat will die today, no matter what."

But despite the calmness in his voice, fear trembled beneath his words.

After all, who didn't know by now?

The one lying there wasn't just any boy, he was Drayken. The same man whose wedding they had interrupted. The one betrothed to the dragon princess.

Back then, Drayken was weak, merely a Rank 3 dragon. Though powerful enough to crush the younger generation, he was still far from a true threat.

But now?

His strength had soared to an unimaginable level. He could even cause them injuries that meant his power was well over Telekinetic Master.

Such growth was unheard of. If Drayken continued to survive, who knew how far he would ascend?

'No, I can't allow that,' the old man thought, dread twisting in his gut.

The other two shared the same resolve. Their eyes met, grim and unwavering.

"For the sake of humanity, this brat must not be allowed to live!"

With a roar filled with justice, they surged forward, charging at the Rank 7 dragons without hesitation.

One of the Grandmasters quickly engaged four of the dragons, while another entangled the remaining four in fierce combat.

The last one shot toward Drayken with blinding speed.

The eight dragons could only watch helplessly as the old man's figure streaked toward Drayken. Although, in theory, only a Telekinetic Grandmaster could rival a Rank 8 being, that was merely a fantasy humans liked to believe.

Dragons were strong, blessed with terrifying vitality, like indestructible cockroaches, and even multiple Rank 7s working together could easily hold their ground against grandmasters.

But preventing a Grandmaster from escaping? That was another matter entirely.

Still, with four dragons against a single Telekinetic Grandmaster, they could absolutely overpower and destroy him, if given enough time.

But if a Grandmaster was willing to sacrifice his life to stop the dragons, then yes, they could absolutely succeed.

And that was exactly what happened.

The two old men, with resolve, used every means to pin down the four Rank 7 dragons each, locking them in place with everything they had.

"Damn it… We can only place our hope in Eleanor to save Prince Drayken now," Duke Igris muttered through gritted teeth, barely holding off the ferocious assault of the Grandmaster.

He had once firmly opposed the marriage between the dragon princess and Drayken.

But witnessing Drayken's explosive growth, his rise that defied reason, Duke Igris could no longer deny it.

He now truly believed, Drayken was the prophesied one.

Duke Igris wanted nothing more than prosperity for the dragon race, so his children could live with pride, their heads held high. And if Drayken were to die here, the future of their entire race might descend into darkness.

So, even though he still didn't like the brat, he was determined to protect him with everything he had.

Drayken, bloodied and on the verge of unconsciousness, was swiftly caught by a dragon midair, Eleanor. She cradled him on her back.

"Wake up, Drayken!" she roared, her tail curling up and slapping him across the face with a loud crack.

Drayken groaned, struggling to open his eyes.

"Who the hell just slapped me?" he growled in a daze, twisting and turning. His body was healing rapidly, but it would still take time before he could fight again.

More than his injuries, it was the exhaustion from activating his bloodline that bore on Drayken.

That lightning breath had drained every ounce of his strength.

Mana would return in time, but his bloodline exhaustion? That was a different story.

"You finally woke up?" Eleanor chuckled, flicking her tail. It moved toward his face again for a loud slap.

But this time, Drayken was ready. He growled and snatched her tail mid-swing, gripping it tightly.

Veins bulge in his arm as he held it in place.

"You—!" Eleanor gasped, struggling to free herself, but no matter how hard she pulled, her tail wouldn't budge.

"Wanna fight?" Drayken said, cracking his neck and rolling up his sleeves. "Come on then. Let's fight."

Just as they were fighting…

A suffocating force suddenly descended from behind them.

Both Drayken and Eleanor went still, their instincts screaming in unison.

Something terrifying was coming.

The two turned to look at the old man hurtling toward them, shockwaves from his sheer speed.

"Why is he coming this way? Weren't the others supposed to stop him?" Eleanor's eyes flicked to the distance behind the old man, and widened in shock. Then, with a crooked smile, she glanced at Drayken.

"They really want you dead, huh?"

"Of course they do," Drayken said with a shrug, pride dripping from his voice. "I am the chosen one, after all. Now run."

Eleanor scowled. 'Who are you to order me around?' she grumbled inwardly.

Still, she spread her wings without another word and launched into the sky, the force of her takeoff whipping up a violent gust that shook the ground below.

Behind them, the Telekinetic Grandmaster gave chase, his figure blurring through the air like a meteor.

It had become a high-stakes game of cat and mouse.

Drayken sat cross-legged on Eleanor's back, closing his eyes to rest.

"Hey! Don't fall asleep back there!" Eleanor shouted, glancing over her shoulder mid-flight.

"What are you gonna do about it?" he replied lazily.

"I'll throw you off."

"Do it."

"…"

Eleanor's dragon eyes twitched in frustration. This bastard…

Not long ago, he'd been just a lowly slave. Yet now, somehow, the roles had reversed, it felt more like she was the one serving him.

Especially after witnessing his strength firsthand.

He had managed to injure Telekinetic Grandmasters, a feat unthinkable for most. And what unsettled her even more was the fact that he was only a Rank 5 dragon, yet his dragon form had already reached nearly fifty meters, almost matching her own size.

She could only imagine how terrifyingly powerful he'd become in the future.

This brat who came from another world felt truly like the chosen one who will lead the entire dragon race.