I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System-Chapter 254 : Battling with the Enemies (15)

"Now… it's time for round two," Draco said coldly.

In a flash, the battle had already begun. Draco appeared in front of Romans in his behemoth Tiger King form. With a swipe of his claws, destruction erupted everywhere—the sky was overturned, the ground cracked, and his claws carved deep scars across the battlefield.

Romans snorted at this. A dark-green shield, formed from pure Originat and Law, manifested in front of him, blocking the attack.

As Draco's claw strike collided with the Law shield, Tera and William were shocked to see that the slash had caused a dent, piercing halfway through the shield.

This shield was forged from Law itself, meaning that Draco's attack—despite not possessing the power of Law—had the ability to fight against it.

This made Romans even angrier and more confused. Why was Draco's luck so overwhelmingly defiant?

Tera simply watched in shock, speechless. He didn't even know what to say about the sheer absurdity of Draco's bloodline.

Draco glanced at the dent left by his claw slash. He knew how powerful he had become, yet he had only managed to pierce halfway through the shield.

"I wonder who you truly are," Romans said in a deep voice.

Comparing the Draco he had once known and killed to the monster standing before him, it was like looking at two different beings.

If someone told him that another soul had taken over Draco's body, he would believe it—because that would explain these drastic changes.

A different appearance. More handsome. Defying strength and abilities. Everything about Draco was beyond common sense.

"Darkness Tornado!"

A massive whirlwind erupted from Romans, tearing through the battlefield.

The sheer force devastated the earth, shredding anything in its path into nothingness.

As the whirlwind barreled toward Draco, he smirked.

"Do you think this can stop me?"

Draco charged forward, roaring as he slashed his claws at the whirlwind.

However, his attack was absorbed by the dark-green vortex. In an instant, the whirlwind swallowed Draco's behemoth form whole.

The crowd gasped.

Many felt their hearts pound as they watched Draco disappear inside the whirlwind.

Silence fell over the battlefield.

Romans stared at the raging storm, watching as it continued to rotate… until it finally dissipated.

But when it vanished, Draco stood unharmed.

His behemoth Tiger Form was fully intact. The "King" imprint, once stamped on his forehead, had left his skin, forming a golden barrier around him.

His body was completely unscathed.

Romans felt a wave of frustration when he saw Draco's untouched state.

"You know, there's one thing about you," Draco said coldly. "You can't use the full power of the Tailed Fox. It was never yours to begin with. You extracted it… and fused it with yourself."

Romans' expression turned pale. His eyes grew even colder.

Without a word, he launched numerous attacks—spheres of energy, whirlwinds of destruction—but none of them left a single scratch on Draco's body.

Not even a mark.

The crowd was stunned.

Even Tera could sense it—this battle was shifting in a completely different direction.

He could feel the fury rolling off Romans. The cold, murderous light that flickered in his eyes.

And then—

Romans charged forward.

BOOM! CLANG!

Explosions shook the battlefield, and sonic booms echoed as a massive crater, nearly as deep as an abyss, began to form.

Draco moved like a flash, his tail standing straight like a sword as he struck toward Romans.

Romans countered with his fox tails, but—

SLASH!

Draco's tiger tail tore through them all.

Before Romans could react, Draco appeared right in front of him.

With a devastating swipe, Draco's tail slammed into Romans, sending him flying across the battlefield.

BOOM!

Romans crashed into the ground, forming a deep pit of rubble and dust.

The crowd fell into silence.

All eyes were locked onto the pit.

Waiting.

Watching.

What would happen next?

Romans rose from the ground, appearing in full view of everyone. His clothes were completely destroyed, but his body remained unharmed.

His well-toned physique and defined muscles showed how well-maintained his body was.

"I'd advise you to use your true ability, or you'll be defeated," Draco challenged, while Romans snorted at this.

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"Darkness Dominance!"

Romans roared, his eyes turning pure black. His tails stretched out, like pillars holding up the darkness itself.

A dark mist spread throughout the battlefield, but strangely, it didn't obscure vision. Everything inside the black haze remained clearly visible.

Draco felt a bad premonition and tried to dodge the approaching dark mist, but he was too late—it engulfed him completely.

The moment Draco was swallowed by the mist, a wave of weakness crashed over him.

His body had never felt this frail before—to the extent that he felt an overwhelming urge to sleep.

His eyelids grew heavy, but Draco forced himself to stay awake.

He knew this was the work of the dark mist.

Tera also sensed that something was wrong with the unnatural fog, his face filled with surprise.

Romans seized the moment, launching an attack.

Draco defended as usual, but—

BAM!

He suddenly found himself flying backward, blood dripping from his mouth.

The entire crowd fell into silence.

The girls grew worried—they knew that this was Draco's real body, while the others were just his clones. So they focused intensely on this fight.

Draco felt confused. His defense had weakened drastically—as if a significant percentage of his strength had been stripped away.

And he knew the dark mist was the culprit.

"You can feel it, can't you?" Romans grinned coldly. "The weakening of your strength."

Darkness Dominance:

Grants the user temporary control over the battlefield, increasing their damage output while weakening their opponent's defenses.

The battle raged on, with Draco continuing to be suppressed.

Blood spilled from his mouth, his bones aching—it felt as if his entire skeleton was breaking apart.

Most of the crowd grew worried.

The students of Luminari Academy watched in suspense—they didn't want Draco to lose or die.

However, some secretly wished for his death, thinking that if he died, they would finally be free from the chaos he had brought—having made three hegemon powers his enemies.

"I'm sure this skill isn't permanent," Draco said coldly.

Romans paused for a moment before attacking again—but that brief hesitation confirmed Draco's suspicion.