My SSS-Rank Clone Talent: I Level Up Endlessly!
Chapter 137: Younger Generations Fight!

Chapter 137: Younger Generations Fight!

Drayken immediately noticed the presence of the ship. His dragon head turned toward the fleet, a sneer curling across his face.

"I’ll rip them apart after I finish you off," he growled, his draconic laughter echoing through the skies.

"Oh? Rip us apart?" one of the youths aboard the ship replied, amusement in his voice.

"That’s right."

A flash of lightning surged over Drayken’s body as he unleashed another hyper-electric ray toward the cowardly man.

It all happened in the blink of an eye.

This time, the shields couldn’t withstand the attack, they shattered instantly, reduced to dust by his beam.

All that remained were ashes—and the cowardly man, still alive, though he had lost both arms. Whether it was fortunate or unfortunate, even he couldn’t tell.

"I’ll keep you alive for now," Drayken said, his voice laced with cruelty.

The man’s eyes were wide with terror. His body trembled uncontrollably. The swords that had once floated behind him now lay scattered on the ground, and even levitating himself in the air had become a struggle.

His mind was unraveling as he stared at the colossal dragon. Regret surged through him—he wished he had never spoken those words. But it was too late. Words, once spoken, cannot be taken back.

Drayken no longer paid him any attention. The man’s will was broken; he no longer mattered.

Instead, the dragon turned his focus toward the ship.

Lightning crackled in the skies above, another bolt forming.

Drayken was ready to obliterate the entire fleet with a single, devastating strike.

At that moment, the young warriors aboard the ships began to float into the air.

Some held swords gleaming with energy, others gripped razor-edged boomerangs, and a few had strange discs hovering behind them.

Despite the array of weapons, Drayken remained unfazed.

Roar!

The air trembled with his cry.

His majestic body surged through the skies like a fish through water, swiftly closing in on one of the humans.

The target was clad in eerie black armor from head to toe, with only a pair of gleaming eyes visible through the narrow slit of his helmet.

He wielded two crescent-shaped knives, each radiating a deadly aura.

As Drayken closed the distance, the armored man suddenly hurled one of the crescent blades at him with incredible force.

The crescent blade spun violently through the air, generating a terrifying rotational force as it tore toward him.

"Hmm?" Drayken’s slitted pupils narrowed. Though the twin crescent blades appeared simple, his instincts screamed otherwise. His dragon heart pounded from the danger.

Without hesitation, he opened his jaws and unleashed the electric beam he had been charging deep within his core.

Boom!

The two forces collided. As expected, the crescent blade was instantly shattered into smithereens, but the beam didn’t stop. It surged onward, racing straight toward the fully armored man.

The man only snickered in disdain, extending his hand with confidence.

Ten knives shot out from the man’s pocket, spinning rapidly in a tight circle before him. In an instant, they formed a whirling electromagnetic barrier that faced the oncoming beam head-on.

To Drayken’s astonishment, the barrier, though pushed back a few inches under the force of his attack, managed to completely block the electric beam.

"This... this..." Drayken muttered, stunned. The power he had unleashed shouldn’t have just vanished. It made no sense.

As if to answer his unspoken question, the ten knives suddenly crumbled into dust, the ten knives dispersing his power.

"Oh?"

Another bolt of lightning fell from the sky, and within Drayken’s core, a second electric beam was already forming, hot, violent, and ready to unleash hell.

Just as Drayken was about to evaporate the man from existence, another fighter sprang into action, hundreds of attacks suddenly hurtling toward him from every direction.

Drayken’s dragon brows twitched in irritation as he shifted the direction of his electric beam, sweeping it across the sky to intercept and neutralize the incoming barrage.

By that time, another ten knives had already appeared before the armored man, spinning rapidly to form yet another electromagnetic shield to block Drayken’s beam.

"Hmm?" Drayken frowned as he saw the familiar defense take shape again.

"These troublesome people..."

He was facing multiple opponents now and he could feel it. Their power was equal to his... perhaps even greater.

If it were only a handful of humans, Drayken would have been absolutely confident. Even if their individual presence rivaled or surpassed his, his bloodline was no joke. He could crush them all. But this? This was too many.

"This is trouble..." he muttered, his mind racing for a solution, some way to defeat them all.

Just then, a familiar voice called out from behind him.

From the corner of his eye, he saw a sky-blue dragon gliding effortlessly through the air, her shimmering scales blending almost seamlessly with the sky.

Synthia.

"What are you doing here, Synthia?" Drayken asked.

"What, can’t I help my husband?" she replied with a playful pout.

"Haha, of course you can help," Drayken chuckled, though he shook his head. "Unfortunately... you alone won’t be enough?"

"What about us?"

More familiar voices echoed behind him. Sensing their presence, Drayken’s pupils flickered.

’You guys...’ He turned to face them, the very people he had once fought in the tournament.

"I’m not here to help you, Drayken," said Maurice, the young master of the Void Clan, "It’s our duty to destroy the puny worms that keep popping their heads up."

"Of course," Drayken replied, rolling his eyes with a casual shrug.

Then his gaze shifted toward the woman clad in minimal clothing. She was just as cold as before, her expression unreadable, yet there was a faint trace of indifference directed at him.

"What are you looking at?" Synthia snapped, her voice fierce with jealousy.

"I was just checking everyone out," Drayken said with a smirk, raising his claw in a thumbs-up. "After all, we need to fight together."

"Hmph. I’ll deal with you later," Synthia turned her focus back to the humans.

Her eyes narrowed coldly. "How about this, you puny worms surrender now, and I’ll grant you the mercy of death."

"Oh? Grant us mercy?" the armored man replied, his tone thick with disdain. "There are hundreds of us... and only a few dozen of you. How exactly do you plan to win?"

"Like this," Drayken said.

Without warning, he released a crackling beam of electricity that shot through the air. The armored man barely had time to react.

Boom!

In the blink of an eye, the beam struck him directly, instantly disintegrating him into dust.