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

As they continued soaring through the sky, the old man chased closely behind.

However, his speed was only slightly faster than Eleanor's. Even though he pushed himself to catch up, there was still a gap between them that would take some time to close.

Eleanor glanced over her shoulder and shouted, "Think of something! That old man's going to catch up soon!"

"What can I do?" Drayken replied with a calm shrug. "I'm just a Rank 5 dragon."

"..." Eleanor's voice rose. "Are you seriously going to act like a child right now? You do realize we'll both die, right?"

"I believe in your strength," Drayken said, giving her a thumbs-up. "You'll definitely protect me, if you sacrifice your life."

"Sure, sure, I did save you," she muttered. Her tail moved like a snake, slipping behind Drayken and coiling tightly around his waist, lifting him up and pointing him toward the old man.

"Should I throw you out?"

"Sure," Drayken replied with calmness.

"..."

In the end, Eleanor just sighed and placed him on her back again.

"You can't really do anything to me. I know that," Drayken said, casually rubbing her back like he was consoling a child.

She had treated him like a slave before, of course he had to collect some compensation for it.

"Have your injuries healed enough for you to joke around like this?"

"Yeah," Drayken said, standing up and stretching with a satisfied groan. "Good as new."

"Are all people from other worlds as powerful as you… no…" Eleanor paused.

"You know they're already corrupted by the bloodline," Drayken said with a nonchalant shrug.

"You don't feel anything for them?" Eleanor asked, a hint of curiosity in her voice.

"Not really," Drayken replied, still calm. "But… are they still alive?"

"...Yes," she admitted. "But since they've been implanted with the dragon bloodline, their minds are consumed by rage. Their sanity is completely gone."

"Hmm." Drayken touched his chin, thoughtful. "I might be able to help them."

"Really?" Eleanor looked at him, doubtful.

"I have a power that lets me control lower-ranked dragons, if their bloodline purity is weaker than mine. So maybe, I could work something out," he said, voice steady and calm.

"Okay then." She lit up instantly at his words. "But I doubt it'll work, even the Supreme Dragon King couldn't cure them."

"The old man?"

"How dare you disrespect him?" Eleanor roared.

"He's my grandpa, though," Drayken said, patting her back with a teasing glint in his eyes.

"..." Eleanor couldn't find a retort for a moment, so she quickly changed the subject.

"How do we deal with the old man?"

"Well, just head toward the Dragon Kingdom. I'm sure he wouldn't dare chase us there."

"That could certainly work…"

But before Eleanor could finish, several figures suddenly flew into view, blocking their path. Dozens of them now hovered in the distance, spreading out wide enough across the sky that avoiding them was impossible, they would have to confront at least one.

"They're Telekinetic Masters," Eleanor muttered, her pupils dilating.

She wasn't afraid of them, not really, but they could stall her just long enough for the Grandmaster behind to catch up. That was the real danger.

Her thoughts raced, analyzing the situation and searching for a way out.

Just then, Drayken patted her dragon back again.

"I'll take care of them. You keep going."

Eleanor glanced back, momentarily stunned by his calm tone. Then a small, amused smile curved her lips.

"Okay," she replied, and without hesitation, she pressed forward.

As they neared the formation of Telekinetic Masters, Drayken rose from his cross-legged position. Aura surged around him, blanketing his entire body in a radiant glow.

In the next moment, that concentrated Aura began to twist and condense, shaping itself into two black katanas.

Up until now, his Aura Farming spell had been absorbing all the emotions directed at him, turning them into pure Aura. As a result, his Aura had strengthened by nearly 40%, now almost comparable to Eryke's.

This was likely due to his journey thus far, he had probably become something of a hot sensation among the human kingdoms.

Of course, they would never have expected that every emotion they directed toward him, fear, awe, hatred, love, anything would only serve to strengthen him further.

Eleanor finally reached the enemy formation.

Drayken raised his two katanas, pointing them at the Telekinetic Master that was right in front of them.

Honestly, he had no idea how to wield a katana properly.

But with the <Martial Apprentice> title, he didn't need to know. His body would move on instinct.

As they closed in, the skies above suddenly darkened. Thunder cracked and lightning struck both of his katana.

He aimed, and with a fluid motion, slashed both katanas at the same time.

Two crescent-shaped slashes tore through the air, surging forward, charged with the fusion of Aura and lightning.

In an instant, the air trembled. The slashed seemed just like a flicker.

The Telekinetic Master's eyes widened to his limits. His instincts screamed in alarm. Reflexively, he summoned every ounce of his defense to block the twin slashes.

But in the blink of an eye, all of it shattered.

And then, his body split cleanly in two, slashed vertically from left to right and right to left.

Silence.

The other Telekinetic Masters who had been rushing in to help, froze mid-flight. Their bodies refused to move, as if every fiber of their being screamed: Do not move.

And so they didn't.

They just stood there, motionless, staring blankly at the figure before them.

A towering man nearly eight feet tall, with long crimson hair swaying in the wind.

"Hmph." Drayken sneered, feeling the harvest of emotions, he was even more happy. The katanas dissolved back into his Aura.

"Let's go," he said, then calmly sat cross-legged once more.

"Y-Yeah…" Eleanor stammered, still shaken, as she continued flying forward.

Behind them, even the Telekinetic Grandmaster was stunned for a brief moment. But then, rage flooded his expression and his bloodshot eyes locked onto Drayken.

"This guy must die."

His speed surged, multiplying several times over.

"What should we do, Drayken?" Eleanor asked, her voice tense.

She was still recovering from the earlier shock, but the danger behind them was very real. The old man would catch up soon at this rate.

"My bloodline is almost exhausted," Drayken murmured, mostly to himself, calculating quickly. "If I could turn into a dragon, I'd probably be faster than you."

He glanced ahead, eyes narrowing:

"How long can you hold him off?"

"One-on-one?" Eleanor hesitated, then gave a firm nod. "I can survive for at least half an hour."

"What if you had my help?" Drayken said, eyes gleaming. "With the power I just showed you."

"...You might be able to do something," Eleanor admitted, "if you still had your dragon form. But as you said…"

"Hmm?" Drayken frowned, his mind racing.

Then, in an instant, his pupils flashed with sudden clarity.

An idea struck him.

A wild, dangerous idea.

One that, if it worked, could kill even the Telekinetic Grandmaster in an instant.

"I might have a plan that could kill him."

"Are you sure?" Eleanor asked with a voice of disbelief.