I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System-Chapter 290: Battling with the Young Man Again (3)

[Triple Eclipse Fury]

[Divine Stripes]

[Plunderer's Wrath]

Draco activated the skills, stacking them together, each one multiplying his strength. When the young man hit him with just a flick of his finger—yes, a flick, not a punch—Draco knew he had to act fast. This was what prompted him to quickly activate his skills, or he might die without even knowing why.

Draco's aura surged significantly, making the young man raise his eyebrows in shock and astonishment. He hadn't expected this from Draco at all. He could see that Draco's strength had increased by more than 200% compared to before.

If this was Draco's true strength, without the use of skills, then he was an anomaly—someone who shouldn't exist—because his combat power at this level was absurd.

And if it was due to the use of skills, it was still surprising, but one thing was certain: the duration of the skill would eventually end. Either way, Draco had to die. He was someone chosen, someone with a forbidden ability—not just one, but more than that.

Draco stretched out his left hand, which held nothing. Suddenly, a plain grey sword appeared in his grasp. Draco was stunned. He hadn't summoned it, yet here it was. But he wasn't the only one surprised—the others were as well.

They recognized this type of aura. This sword carried the same energy as the arrow Draco had used to destroy the young man's clone.

The young man's gaze turned cold as he looked at Draco. He remembered that aura, the devastating power the weapon had, and the damage it had caused to his clone.

The moment Draco drew the sword, something strange happened. He didn't know why, but he could hear the roar of a dragon, the cry of a phoenix, the snarl of a tiger, the growl of a demon, and the caw of a crow.

He felt power flooding into him. But what he didn't realize was that his eyes had turned completely grey—including his pupils.

The young man felt a surge of danger from Draco's aura, making him take the fight seriously.

As everyone else laid their eyes on Draco, they felt the sheer intensity of his presence. Some shivered unknowingly, chills running down their spines. The Seat of Demons smiled, watching Draco closely—they could tell his strength had skyrocketed.

Draco set his gaze on the young man, and in an instant, he disappeared.

The crowd saw the young man forming a Heavenly Shield beside his right side—

CLASH! CRACK!

The sound of impact echoed as they watched in shock—the Heavenly Shield had cracked!

The young man quickly stepped back in haste, his instincts screaming at him as the plain grey sword aimed straight for his life.

As he dodged, another surge of danger filled his senses. Looking ahead, he saw the Destroyer Crow Arrow streaking toward him.

He tried to dodge, but it was too late—he hadn't sensed the arrow at all.

The young man's body was overwhelmed by the Destroyer Crow Arrow, engulfed by its energy. A loud explosion resounded through the battlefield.

Draco appeared above the cloud of dust—but suddenly, he felt a threat.

Turning to his side, his eyes widened—

A punch was coming straight for him!

"Heavenly Fist!"

BOOM!

Draco was sent flying, his body crashing into the ground at an incredible speed, half-destroying the castle.

The crowd watched in stunned silence.

Blood was flowing from the young man's waist, the clear wound left behind by the Destroyer Crow Arrow.

"I never thought I would be injured by the likes of you," the young man said, looking up.

Above, Draco's figure reappeared in the sky—blood dripping from his mouth.

For a moment, they simply stared at each other.

Then, in an instant—both of their injuries healed.

Their figures vanished—

Clashing against one another once more.

BOOM! SWOOSH!

"Heavenly Arrow!" the young man called out as numerous golden arrows appeared in the air.

"Destroyer Crow Arrow!" Draco called out, and a black-golden arrow materialized in the sky.

They both controlled their arrows, sending them toward each other. The projectiles clashed mid-air, destroying one another. The battle raged on as they fought, but little by little, Draco found himself being suppressed.

Even with his stacked enhancements, he was still being overpowered. The more he clashed with the young man, the more he realized just how strong his opponent truly was.

"Heavenly Armor!"

A golden armor formed around the young man's body, radiating power. Draco could immediately feel how much stronger his opponent had become.

Before he could react, a fist slammed into his stomach. He didn't stop there—he quickly slashed toward the young man at the spot where he had been struck, but he felt no resistance—his sword couldn't pierce through the armor.

By the time he could fully process what had happened, he was already sent flying, his body riddled with injuries.

Draco regained control, forcing himself to land on his feet successfully. He took a deep breath, then turned his gaze toward the young man.

That's when he noticed it—the Heavenly Armor was reinforced by the Heavenly Shield, and every time the shield was destroyed, it regenerated almost instantly.

"Heavenly Thunder!"

Draco saw the young man pointing at him, and within a second—golden lightning descended from the heavens, striking him with immense force.

Draco could feel the sheer terror within the thunder—it was far stronger than the tribulation he had faced before.

The crowd watched in shock, their faces filled with concern as Draco was engulfed by the golden lightning. Their worry deepened as they saw the devastating power of the attack.

As the lightning dissipated, Draco's figure was revealed. His body was covered in burns, the scent of charred flesh lingering in the air.

He stared at the young man with a hint of fear in his eyes.

The aura and sheer power of the golden thunder were monstrous. If not for the World Annihilating Thunder inside him that was absorbing part of the attack—and the Plunderer's Wrath forcefully stealing the power of the golden thunder—he would have been seriously injured.

He looked at the young man, who was visibly shocked to see that Draco hadn't sustained severe injuries.

Draco knew it—his techniques would soon reach their limit.

He had to strike.

A/N: Sorry for the Plunderer's Wrath—it has a 20x multiplier, so it won't last for five minutes.